Falling in love with a supernatural being

~ Leah ~

I pressed my back against the cold kitchen shelf and pulled my knees tightly to my chest. Every breath felt painful. Just a few feet away, the heavy sound of Luke Paul's shoes echoed across the marble floor.

"Leah! Baby! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

His voice wasn't a normal shout. It was soft and almost playful, but it sent chills down my spine. The hairs on my arms stood up. I covered my mouth with both hands, trying to stop myself from making a sound. My ribs ached with every beat of my heart. If Luke found me now, I knew I wouldn't live to tell anyone what happened.

We were supposed to get married next month. It wasn't a love marriage. Our engagement was arranged before I was even born. Our grandparents had made a deal to unite their companies by marrying the first grandson and granddaughter born into the two families. Five days ago, my parents packed my bags and sent me to stay at Luke's family mansion for a week so I could "bond" with my future husband.

But the man the world saw-the handsome, charming billionaire known for helping others-wasn't the real Luke. The moment the doors of his private penthouse closed behind us, the kind, perfect man disappeared. In his place was a monster.

For five days, I became Luke's personal punching bag. He never needed a reason to hurt me. A glass placed in the wrong spot, a look he didn't like, or even a simple sigh was enough to make him hit me.

Yesterday was the worst.

I was talking to my mother on the phone, just wanting to hear her voice, when Luke snatched it from my hand. He accused me of trying to ruin his perfect image. Then he smashed my phone against the wall and beat me until morning. Thank goodness the phone still worked, even with its broken screen.

Now my body was covered in dark purple and black bruises.

He had lied to me. He told me we would spend only one night at the penthouse before moving to the main Paul family mansion, where his paralyzed mother lived. But instead, he kept me trapped here. There were no servants, no neighbors, and no one to hear my screams. I was completely alone, hundreds of miles away from home.

With my sweaty, trembling hands, I pulled my cracked phone from my pocket. My hands shook so badly that I almost dropped it on the tiled floor. I took a deep breath, held it tightly, and called the one person who was supposed to protect me.

My mother.

The phone rang once.Twice.Three times.

Please, Mom... please answer.

"Hello? Leah?" her voice finally drifted through the speaker.

"M-Mom..." My voice tore from my throat, a broken, trembling thread. "Mom, please..."

"Leah? Why on earth are you whispering? Why is your voice shaking like that? Are you causing trouble?" Mom asked. She sounded more annoyed than worried.

"Mom, I'm dying here," I sobbed, pressing my hand over my mouth to keep my voice down. Hot tears ran down my cheeks, mixing with the dust and dried blood on my face.

"I can't do this. I can't marry Luke. Please, come and get me. I can't marry him!"

"Honey, what foolishness are you talking about?" Mom sighed loudly, and I could hear the rustle of papers in the background. "Your father is right here with me. What do you mean you can't marry Luke? The wedding invitations have already been sent."

"Mom, he beats me!" I cried. The words came out before I could stop them. "He hits me every day! He locks me inside the house. Mom, I'm like a prisoner. I'm so scared."

For a few seconds, there was only silence.

"Leah... are you sure you're not exaggerating? Luke would never do something like that. We all know he's a good man," my mom said.

"Mom, you know I would never make something like this up. Luke has been beating me ever since I came here," I cried.

My father's cold voice came through the phone.

"Leah, stop being so dramatic," Dad said in a calm, emotionless voice. "Every marriage has problems. That's not a reason to cancel a wedding this important. You need to learn how to deal with your future husband."

"Dad, he tried to rape me!" I cried into the phone. The memory made my stomach twist with fear. "Just a few minutes ago! I had to fight him off and run away. Right now, I'm hiding behind a kitchen shelf while he's looking for me. He's going to harm me!"

"Leah, watch your mouth!" Dad snapped. His voice was cold and angry-but not at Luke. It was directed at me.

"Luke has every right to do whatever he wants with you. We are not calling off this marriage with the Paul family. Do you have any idea what's at stake? Your grandparents made this agreement years ago. If we back out now, the Paul family will pull their billions out of our business. Our company will collapse, and we'll lose everything. We'll be bankrupt by morning. Is that what you want? Do you want us to become poor?"

I stared into the darkness behind the shelf, too shocked to speak. My mouth slowly fell open.

"Dad... I just told you my life is in danger. And you're talking about money?"

Mom spoke again, her voice gentle, but her words were colder than any slap.

"Sweetheart, you just have to endure it. Be smarter. Find out what makes him angry and stop doing it. Every marriage has its good and bad moments. No marriage is perfect. You'll get used to it."

I haven't even married Luke yet, and my life is already a nightmare. What will happen after we get married?

A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips.

If I didn't look so much like my mother, I would have believed I was adopted. What kind of parents hear their daughter crying for help and tell her to get used to it?

"So... that's it?" I whispered. The last bit of hope I had left broke apart. "You're really telling me to stay here and die at the hands of this monster just so you can keep your money? You're choosing your wealth over your own daughter's life and happiness."

My chest tightened so much that I could barely breathe. My parents' betrayal hurt far more than any punch Luke had ever given me.

"Leah, enough of this childish tantrum!" Mom shouted through the phone, her patience completely gone. "You are twenty years old, start acting like an adult! Even your little brother, Adam, who is only ten, wouldn't act this pathetic and embarrassing. Stop ruining our evening."

The line went dead.

"Hello? Mom? Hello?!" I whimpered, staring at the blank screen.

Even Adam wouldn't act this pathetic and embarrassing.

The thought kept repeating in my head.

I was never their daughter. I was nothing more than a tool. They had handed me over to the highest bidder to protect their wealth and luxury, while Adam remained the loved and protected child.

I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my bruised hand. I couldn't waste time crying anymore.

If my parents weren't going to save me, then I had to save myself.

Tonight, I'll wait for the perfect chance to escape.

I would run and I would never look back.

The heavy kitchen door slowly swung open, cutting off my thoughts.

"Leah, baby..." Luke's voice was so close that it sent fear through my body. I heard the soft sound of his clothes as he walked past the kitchen island. "I know you're in here. Come out now. Because I swear, if I have to find you myself, you'll regret it."

I squeezed my eyes shut and curled into the smallest ball I could, pressing myself against the wall. I held my breath until my lungs started to burn.

His footsteps grew louder. He was walking straight toward my aisle of shelves. My heart hammered against my ribs so loudly I was terrified he would hear it.

Just a few more steps and he'll see me, I thought wildly, praying for a miracle.

Then, the universe played its cruelest joke.

In the dead silence of the kitchen, my phone screen suddenly lit up. The loud, blaring blast of my ringtone shattered the air.

Oh my God.

Luke's footsteps stopped.

Then I heard him slowly turn toward my hiding place, a low, vicious chuckle rumbling in his throat.

The loud ringtone shattered the silence. I quickly reached for my phone, trying to stop the sound, but it was already too late.

The steady sound of Luke's shoes stopped. Then they turned in my direction.

"Bingo!" His voice was filled with excitement.

A second later, Luke's face appeared around the edge of the shelf. His eyes were wide and bright, but there was no kindness in them.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find you, my little runaway?"

Before I could crawl away, Luke's hand shot toward me. His fingers grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled hard.

Pain shot through my scalp. I cried out as he dragged me out from behind the shelves and forced me onto my feet.

"I'm sorry! Luke, please, I'm sorry! Have mercy on me!" I sobbed, my hands clawing weakly at his wrists as he dragged me across the kitchen floor.

He didn't say a word. He only laughed. It was a low, quiet laugh that made my blood run cold.

Without letting go of my hair, he dragged me out of the kitchen and up the grand staircase. Every step sent fresh pain through my bruised body as I was pulled across the carpet.

"Don't worry, baby," Luke smirked, leaning down so his hot breath brushed against my ear. "I want to see you naked and crying my name tonight."

Luke threw the bedroom door open and shoved me inside. I landed hard on the bed, the force knocking the air out of my lungs.

Before he could reach me again, I quickly got onto my knees. I pressed my hands together and begged through my tears.

"Please, Luke... don't do this. I beg of you, please!"

Luke didn't even look at my tears. His face turned cold as he stared at me.

"Take off your clothes. Now."

Without waiting for an answer, he started taking off his own clothes, throwing them onto the floor.

"Luke, please, let's not do this now!" I pleaded, my voice cracking as I backed away until my spine hit the headboard. "Let's wait. Let's wait until our wedding night, please! I'll do whatever you want then, just please-"

"Oh, stop this silly pleading," he interrupted arrogantly, completely naked now as he stepped onto the edge of the mattress. "I want to feel my soon-to-be wife's tight virgin pussy tonight. And I get whatever I want."

Luke smirked as he slowly crawled across the bed toward me like a predator closing in on its prey.

I kicked my legs and tried to push myself farther against the wall, but he was too fast.

His hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward him.

I struggled and tried to scream, but his mouth crashed onto mine in a violent, suffocating kiss. Then, with one rough pull, he grabbed my gown and tore it down the middle.

Terror rushed through me as I fought to break free.

"Luke, please don't!" I wept against his lips, my hands thrashing blindly in the dark as he pinned me down.

My hand hit something cold and hard on the nightstand.

It was the table lamp.

The heavy brass lamp felt solid in my hand. A sudden burst of courage pushed away my fear. While Luke was focused on me, I gripped the lamp tightly, lifted it, and swung it at the side of his head with all the strength I had left.

Luke cried out in pain and let go of me at once. He grabbed his bleeding forehead, his face twisting with rage.

"What the hell did you just do, you stupid dog?!" he shouted.

I didn't waste a second. I quickly jumped off the bed, pulled away from Luke's reaching hands, and ran out of the bedroom.

I rushed down the stairs, my bare feet hitting the cold marble floor with every step. I had no slippers, no jacket, and my gown was torn, but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting out alive.

"Stop right there!" Luke shouted from the top of the stairs.

I looked back for only a second.

Luke was running after me. He had thrown on a white bathrobe, and blood was running down the side of his face. He looked like a madman.

I reached the huge front door and pushed hard on the handle. It didn't move.

I pulled and shook it over and over, then looked at the lock.

My heart dropped.

The deadbolt was locked, and there was no key in it.

"Oh my God... no, no, no. I'm dead."

Panic gripped me, making it hard to breathe. I turned around and pressed my back against the locked door.

Luke slowly walked down the last few stairs. He wasn't in a hurry anymore and the frightening smile was back on his face.

He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe and slowly pulled out a silver key. He held it between his fingers, letting it shine in the dim light.

"Do you really think you can escape from me?" Luke laughed.

The truth hit me all at once.

Luke had locked the entire penthouse before he started looking for me.

There was no window I could escape through. No back door. No way out. I was trapped in a cage with a monster and I was going to die here.

To the rest of the world, Luke Paul was a handsome young billionaire. Everyone admired him. Five years ago, at just nineteen, he took over his late father's multi-billion-dollar company. As the only son of Billionaire Paul, people saw him as the perfect heir.

But the man standing in front of me wasn't a businessman. He was a monster wearing a human face.

Luke closed the distance between us in a few quick steps, his shadow falling over me. Before I could raise my hands to protect myself, his fist slammed into my jaw.

Pain shot through my face, and my vision blurred.

Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me close. With a furious growl, he slammed the back of my head against the wall.

Everything around me began to spin.

The darkness closed in and then everything went black.

"Don't ever try to run away from me again. This is your last warning." Luke's voice sounded far away, as if I were hearing it through water.

I slowly touched the side of my head. When I looked at my hand, it was covered in dark red blood.

The room spun around me, and a wave of dizziness almost made me fall onto the cold marble floor.

My head pounded with pain where it had hit the wall. I was only twenty years old. I still had my whole life ahead of me.

And I refused... I refused to let this monster take it away from me in this locked room.

I forced my shaking body to move. Pretending the pain was too much, I let my knees give way and slowly fell to the floor.

A soft cry escaped my lips as I lay there.

Luke stood over me, breathing heavily beneath his bathrobe. A proud smile spread across his face. For a brief moment, he let his guard down. He obviously thought he had finally broken me.

I gathered the last bit of strength I had left. With a desperate cry, I swung my right fist as hard as I could and punched him between the legs, right on his cock.

Luke gasped in pain. His eyes went wide as he doubled over, unable to stand straight.

The silver key slipped from his shaking hand and fell to the floor with a loud clatter.

I dropped to my hands and knees, grabbed the cold key, and pushed it into the lock.

My hands shook as I turned it, the door unlocked. I quickly pulled it open.

Just as my bare feet were about to step outside, a strong hand grabbed the back of my head.

Luke's fingers twisted tightly into my hair, pulling me backward.

"You bitch!" Luke shouted through the pain as he dragged me back inside.

I didn't stop to think. I turned around, grabbed Luke's hand with my teeth, and bit down as hard as I could.

He screamed in pain, and his grip on my hair loosened.

The moment I was free, I ran. I raced down the long driveway and onto the dark road. My bare feet hit the rough ground with every step.

The night was completely dark, quiet and there were no streetlights, no passing cars, and no neighbors nearby to hear me scream.

My chest burned, and every breath hurt, but I didn't stop. I had only one goal.

To stay alive.

Then, the deep sound of a powerful engine broke the silence. Bright headlights cut through the darkness behind me, casting my long shadow across the road.

Luke.

It had to be him. No one else lived in this isolated area.

I quickly ran off the road and hid behind the thick trunk of a large pine tree. I held my breath, afraid to make even the smallest sound.

A black luxury sports car slowly drove past my hiding place. Its tires crunched over the gravel before the car sped away and disappeared down the winding road.

I let out a shaky breath.

He thinks I ran down the main road.

I looked to my right. A dark forest stretched out before me.

It looked frightening, but it was much safer than staying on the road where Luke could easily find me with his car.

I quickly bent down and tore two long strips from the bottom of my torn, bloodstained dress. I wrapped them around my bare, bleeding feet and tied them tightly. Then I stood up, ready to run into the forest.

Before I could take a single step, a cold, heavy hand landed on my shoulder. Slowly, with fear filling every part of me, I turned my head.

Luke was standing right behind me. A cruel smile spread across his bloodstained face.

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered. His grip on my shoulder tightened until it hurt. "I told you before. You belong to me. No matter how hard you try, you'll never escape from me."

I stared at him in shock, my mind racing.

"I... I saw the car. I saw you drive away!"

Luke threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh, that?" he said with a smirk. "It's a remote-driving system. There was no one inside the car."

He pulled a small black remote from the pocket of his bathrobe and held it up with a proud smile.

"I've been doing this for years. Did you really think you could outsmart me?" His smile disappeared, and his voice turned cold. "Now come with me. Quietly."

He grabbed my wrist and started dragging me back toward the house. His grip was so tight it felt like iron around my skin.

"Luke, please! Have mercy on me!" I cried, trying to pull my hand free as my wrapped feet slipped on the damp pine needles.

"I haven't done anything to deserve this. Please... just let me go!"

Luke stopped walking. Slowly, he turned to look at me. The strange light in his eyes shone under the pale moonlight. Then his eyes moved down to my wrapped, bleeding feet.

A slow, frightening smile spread across his face.

"You know..." he said quietly, his voice calm but frightening. "Maybe I should cut off those pretty legs of yours. Then you won't be able to run away anymore. You'll finally become the quiet, obedient wife I want."

A cold wave of fear settled deep inside me.

He wasn't joking. As I looked into his empty eyes, I knew he meant every word.

If I went back to that penthouse, I wasn't coming out whole.

I have to do something. Right now.

At that moment, the remote-controlled car slowly started backing toward the house, its engine humming.

Luke looked away for a second and pressed a button on the remote to stop the car.

That was my only chance. With all the strength I had left, I shoved him hard with my free hand.

He wasn't expecting it, and immediately his grip on my wrist loosened. I didn't hesitate. I turned around and ran straight into the dark forest.

Back in high school, I was the fastest runner on the track team. I won every race and loved the feeling of the wind against my face.

Tonight, for the first time, those years of training were saving my life.

I ran as fast as I could. I jumped over fallen branches, pushed through thick bushes that scratched my arms, and kept moving across the rough ground without stopping.

I went deeper and deeper into the woods until the trees blocked out the moonlight.

After a while, I finally looked back. There was no sign of Luke, the forest behind me was empty.

He couldn't keep up with me.

But I didn't stop. I kept running, even though my legs hurt and my lungs burned with every breath.

Then, without warning, the trees ended. I stopped so suddenly that my wrapped feet slipped in the wet mud.

Right in front of me was a wide, fast-moving river.

The dark water crashed against large rocks and there was no bridge. No safe place to cross. It was a dead end.

"No... no..." I whispered, holding my head in disbelief.

Is the entire universe really against me?

I quickly turned and ran along the riverbank, searching for another way out.

I had barely taken two steps when a hand shot out from the dark bushes and grabbed the back of my torn dress. It pulled me back with so much force that I lost my balance.

I fell hard onto the wet ground. My heart pounded as I looked up.

My eyes widened in horror.

"Aren't you tired of running?" Luke said with a cruel smile as he stepped out of the shadows.

He was breathing hard. His bathrobe was covered in dirt and blood, but his eyes shone with victory.

"Running from me is a waste of time, Leah. I've lived in this place all my life. I know every part of this woods. Just give up."

He grabbed my arm and dragged me across the rough ground. I didn't scream and I didn't beg.

By then, I knew there was no point asking a monster for mercy. A deep feeling of hopelessness filled my heart, putting out the last bit of hope I had left.

I let him drag me across the cold ground without fighting.

As Luke quietly hummed to himself and pulled me back toward the house, one painful thought filled my mind.

Maybe there is no God who listens to people like me.

"Let go of my mate. Now."

The deep voice echoed through the forest. It was calm, powerful, and filled with a dangerous authority that made the leaves around us tremble.

I slowly opened my heavy eyes and looked up from the ground.

A tall man stood at the edge of the clearing. For a brief moment, his bright blue eyes glowed in the darkness like two stars. Then they returned to normal.

Luke stopped moving, his quiet humming ended at once. Slowly, his grip on my arm loosened as he turned to face the stranger standing among the trees.