Let Me Go, Mr Zillionaire

DIANA'S POV

I let my tears flow without bothering to wipe my face as I sat in the car. My family sold me off to a man that I haven't met before, and I have heard many dreadful things about.

How could they do that to me? Why would my parents watch my grandparents sell out their only child just to save their company? Was it my fault that the company was going bankrupt? So they mean that the company is worth more than me? Their only child!

"I fucking hate my life right now!" I deliberately kicked the driver's side of the car from the back even though I knew it wouldn't affect the driver since a barrier separated the backseat from the driver's side.

There were two men in the car. The driver and a guard, all dressed in black like the devil they are. They were so mean to me when they came to take me. I wasn't going to just enter a car and let an unknown driver take me to an unknown place, probably the devil's castle, but they forcibly took me.

My dreams have been cut short by my parents who were supposed to stand up for me and support me as other parents do. I was going to grad school, move to New York and become an actress, and my parents were very much aware that I had plans regarding my education and life afterwards.

Now they let money and reputation rule over everything else, even the life of their only child. In the end, money comes first for them even to the extent of ruining my life.

I would be the property of a billionaire that people give bad reviews about. I am doomed.

I was awed when the car drove into the estate's gates. Many armed guards stood lined up at each side of the drive path. There were about nine beautiful buildings on the estate, but the outstanding one was the mansion which is probably the main house.

I presumed that was where the boss himself lives while his domestic workers and other people live in the others. I don't even know the name of the man who owns all these things and who has bought me without my consent.

Does he know me? Would he be as dreadful as people claim he is? If all that I have heard about him was true, can I stand him? Why exactly did he buy me?

My parents indeed put me out for sale and there had been other wealthy families who had wanted to have me, but he came out of the blue to purchase me with a deal that my parents couldn't resist and had to let others down. He used one of his men, who told me afterwards that he bought me for his boss.

So I am curious to know why he would give up a huge sum of money and bring great deals to claim me as his possession.

I was still infuriated, but the mansion caught my attention because I didn't know what lay in there for me. Would the man that lives in there be as beautiful as the mansion or is he a devil with horns?

I hesitated before coming down from the car when a guard opened the door for me. He stepped aside and closed it when I moved to stand beside the driver who had come down from the car as well.

I was lost in thought that I didn't know when a woman came forward until she tapped my chin and I was forced to meet her eyes.

"You are as beautiful as I heard. Your big blue eyes are real and your shiny, dark long hair meets the description. I am happy to meet you, Diana. I am your assistant and you can call me Jessica." The woman said with a smile.

"Oh, well... nice to know," I mumbled as I took her profile in, she's pretty.

"You do not need those bags anymore, Miss. Everything you would need is already in your room, so I am sorry to say that your belongings would be disposed of," Jessica snapped her fingers to the servants who brought my bags out of the car. That was a way of signaling them to take the bags away and not inside the house.

"I would need my things in there. I have some precious things that..." I tried to protest but she shushed me with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry, if there is anything you don't find in your room, then let me know and I will take care of it. This way, please," she stepped back and waved towards the door.

"This is unbelievable," I muttered as I clutched my phone and walked past her. I hope they don't take my phone away as well.

I was drawn to tears but I couldn't even release it because nobody would care or understand me. I just have to accept my fate and be prepared for thorns to be fixed under my feet. Life isn't as easy as I was raised to believe.

When she led me into the house, I expected to see the man that I would live the rest of my life with, not as a wedded wife, but as a claimed price since it didn't even seem like anything for him to give out that amount of money to have me.

Could it be that he is a disabled person? Or maybe an old man who wants a trophy wife to show off and boast about? My imagination ran wild as I followed Jessica, hoping that I would see at least a picture of the man.

I saw none and met no one else apart from uniformed servants who went about doing their jobs as if no one had intruded on their boss's home.

She led me through the foyer, I was knocked off by the grand spaces and the interior design. Everything's sparkling clean as if they had never been touched, even the stairs looked like no one had ever walked up them before.

The round couches and center table were huge. One of the couches could make up my bed at home. Just when I had thought my parents were wealthy enough and had the most beautiful house and largest properties, now here I am looking at times ten what my family owns and it doesn't even seem like I have seen half of it.

Jessica led me on through the stairs to my room. Showing me to my room, she opened the door for me and watched me go in first before she entered.

"Mr. Rodriguez will meet you tonight and he instructed that you would be properly prepared in readiness for him." She said matter-of-factly as she watched me inspect the room.

I can't believe that one room would be so spacious. Even though the big bed in the room wouldn't make room for any other thing if it were to be taken to my parent's bedroom at home, the space and neatness of the whole place stunned me.

Now what did she say again? Oh, so now I get to know the name of the man that I am going to be with and in this manner. And what was it she said about getting me ready for him?

"What do you mean preparing me for him?" I asked curiously, searching her blank face for an explanation.

She clapped her hands twice and the door opened immediately. I looked up to see three of the uniformed servants as they marched into the room. I slant Jessica a questioning look.

"They would get you ready for him. You will get lunch and dinner in your room. You're not allowed to leave your room until he meets you." Jessica said whimsically.

"I still need to process all of this and get used to all of it. How am I supposed to just..."

"Ladies, get to work. I guess Miss Diana understands. Excuse me," Jessica cut me off and walked out of the room, making sure to lock it securely behind her.

"Hey, you can't do this to me! Who the fuck is he? Who are you to give me instructions like my opinion doesn't matter?" I shouted as I broke down again.

That didn't stop the ladies from taking me to the bathroom. It was the first time someone had seen my nudity. I haven't even had to change in front of my best friend or my parents.

I get uncomfortable no matter who it is, but I was undressed, bathed, and dressed up again by three damn girls who stayed mute all through. They washed me thoroughly, touching every part of me and shaving off the little hairs sprinkling from my private parts.

They had watched me cry to my heart's full before they went ahead to do their job. They left afterwards and a male servant brought in lunch when the time was due.

I didn't know what else to do while I waited for the great moment that I would meet the man for the first time. I spent time wondering who and what he was like. I forgot about my phone and I could only remember when suddenly my mind went to my best friend, Gina.

I picked up my phone and dialed her number, but a voice note replied to say she wasn't available at the moment. Then I realized she would probably be with her new boyfriend.

We had weirdly interesting dreams, and part of that dream was to date as many boys as we could in grad school before we finally settled for Mr. Right. Now she's the only one living that dream while I am stuck in a room for life.

I hissed and threw my phone aside. I felt bored, especially since I couldn't even get my belongings. I could have read a book or something, but no, I just have to maybe check some e-books on my phone.

I didn't know how much time passed as I tried to take my mind off what would come that night by reading e-books until I heard a tap on my door. I hesitantly stood up from the bed to open the door, expecting to see one of the servants or Jessica with dinner as she had said.

I opened the door to stare open-mouthed into golden eyes. I was more shocked when familiarity hit me.

"You?" I stuttered.

SCOTT'S POV

"You?!" She stammered, her blue eyes widely opened in shock.

"Yes, it's me..." I emphasized the sentence as I leaned on the door.

I expected the look on her face. Now she would be damned because of what she had done to me in the past. Just a one-time encounter that made me wait for this moment.

"We meet again, Diana Campbell," I smirked as I stared daringly into her blue eyes.

"No... This can't be..." Her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Yes, that horror in her eyes is what I have been waiting to see.

I walked into the room and quietly closed the door behind me. I didn't stop moving toward her and she backed away in an attempt to escape from me. She can't get away from me and there's nobody who would save her from my wrath.

People said I am the heartless one, huh? Because I am a man who has walls built around my humanity and never allows anyone to break in. I am Scott Rodriguez.

After an encounter with the young girl who mistook me for her driver six months ago, I have been watching her, waiting patiently for a time to pay her back. So when I heard that her parents put her for sale, I couldn't miss the opportunity.

Though there were people who had almost bought her first, I splashed a lot of money on her parents and gave them a good deal for them to compromise.

She had no idea what she was going into. Isn't this what we call not knowing what tomorrow will bring? The beautiful daughter of a rich parents didn't expect her parents would betray her for money. That is how people are but they always make me feel like the bad guy. Now she's at the mercy of her enemy.

"Stop!" I ordered her as she kept moving backward. She shook her head in disbelief and refused to comply. "I bought you, Diana. I could choose your fate from now on. I can make you whatever I deem fit. Maybe my slave, don't you think that is what you are qualified for?"

"No, just let me go! I will talk to my parents and your money will be paid back to you! I can entertain anyone else having me, but not you!" She squirmed, doing nothing to suppress her disgust.

"Do you think I wanted to have you around me and my house? You don't fucking have any idea how much I hate the fact that this is the only way I can get back at you. You wouldn't want to offend me because you are my property now and I can choose to kill you and no one would question me." I sent her a warning look.

"Don't come near me!" She jumped into the bed, picked up a pillow and lunged it to my face.

I caught it and threw it aside. She repeated her actions but that made her look more pathetic and that was too bad for her because I don't get affected by her in any way, maybe I am a monster with no soul like people said.

All these weak humans are always seeking pity.

"If you don't want me to throw you into my lion's den, then stop getting on my nerves and strip yourself!" I yelled at her.

"Wh... what?" She fretted, freaked out by my voice. She had thought I came here to have a chit-chat with her, that's where she was wrong.

"Strip, Diana! I hate repeating myself and you better not think I make empty threats, I haven't fed my lion for a while now. It would be glad to pounce on you," I flashed her a wicked grin.

"I would rather be eaten by your lion than bare myself to you!" She yelped.

"Good. There you get what you want." I walked to a small side table at the foot of her bed and pressed the button on the telephone placed on it.

She watched me with fear in her eyes, but she was determined to show me that she would prefer to die than show me her body.

Seconds later, two guards walked into the room and took her away. She let them take her away and didn't fight or argue until she saw that the lion's den was real.

Standing face to face with the hungry lion locked behind bars, she showed her weakness by breaking into tears. She was all tough, claiming that she would rather be eaten by a lion, now she's crying?

"Throw her in there and lock it up!" My voice thundered.

"No, please! I will do whatever you want! Don't let them throw me in there, I swear I will obey and please you from now on!" She trembled.

"You don't play with me! If you think I would go back on my words, then you must think I am stupid because I am not sparing you for anything. I would make your death wish come true!" I scowled at her.

"Please, I am sorry. I was stupid, I was just out of my mind, and I... I beg of you to spare me and I will do whatever you want. I'm truly very sorry for taking you for granted." She begged as one of the guards went about opening the den.

"Take her back to her room." I finally stopped them. "The next time you mess with me, get ready to be eaten by a lion," I warned her as they took her back.

Once inside her room and the guards left, I entered and locked the door. At least now she understands who she's dealing with and wouldn't want to offend me for anything.

"Don't frown while you are undressing, Diana. I am not forcing you to do this, you know. You have a choice here, darling. Don't expect mercies like this again next time, and don't think it's because you begged me because I hate that word 'please'. It makes one weak, pitiful and vulnerable," I smirked as she pushed down her gown.

I watched her keenly as she stripped and fought back her tears so as not to displease me.

"Look at yourself in the mirror and touch yourself. Watch yourself get sinful, and make sure to not stop until you cum." I commanded when she finally stood naked before me.

A mischievous smiled spread across my face.

Her pink nipples stood firmly glaring back at me as if they weren't as disgusted by me as Diana herself. She's a fine little thing with her slim, firm body. As I watched her obey my orders, I felt my dick harden against the fabric of my clothes, and I only wanted to make her press her body into mine.

I pushed my hands into my pockets and stepped back to watch her. I can't give her the credit of knowing that I want her. I can't possibly want her. I just want to make her yearn to be touched and sex-starve her until she begs for me to do it.

I want her stubbornness gone and have her go down on her knees and beg me before I touch her in the way that a lover would touch her woman.

She's not my woman, she's my property and so must have only two choices. Obey me or die.

"What are you still waiting for?" I grumbled when she only stared at her body in the mirror and didn't make any move to touch herself.

"I haven't done anything like this before. I have never been touched by anyone or myself." She murmured as she covered her face in shame.

"Then you need to start practicing until you become perfect in such things. Get down on your knees, start by caressing your breasts, then proceed to fingering yourself." I doubted she was telling the truth.

Does she mean that one of her high school boys hasn't had her at the back of their cars? This spoiled little brat thinks she can deceive me. She has it all wrong. She could also learn from an expert.

DIANA'S POV

Look at me expecting to meet a devil with horns, and now here come my expectations coming true. He's someone I have offended before, hoping never to meet him again, but now I am thrown into his unwelcoming arms as nothing but his property.

I can't take this. I just have to comply with him for now to save my life, then find a way to escape from him. Even if I wanted to die, it wouldn't be in such a cruel way as being devoured by a lion.

Six months ago, I was waiting for the driver my father sent to pick me up. My father has different drivers, so I stupidly thought the Lamborghini that pulled up in front of me was the one sent to pick me up. I mean, my father also has one like that.

I was going to quietly enter the car, but he sent me a disdainful glance and asked me to get lost. Maybe he was in a bad mood and it happened that I wasn't happy as well for having been stranded at the airport for a long time.

I yelled at him for even having the guts to talk to me anyhow when he was just a common driver. I only realized my mistake when a familiar face came around to call my attention, telling me that he was the one sent to pick me up.

Before I could apologize, he had already entered his car and drove off. I hoped I wouldn't get to meet him again and moved on, never for once remembering the ordeal again, but here I am in his net.

I stared at my nude body in the mirror and wished the ground would split and swallow me up. How did I end up here? He won't ever show me mercy and he bought me just to punish me.

He watched me go down on my knees as tears soaked my face. I ran my fingers around my breasts and bit on my lower lip nervously. I feel so ashamed to have a man watch me touch myself.

I had no idea what I was doing, but I just knew I had no choice but to do it or else I would die. I remembered scenes from a lesbian movie that I had caught Gina watching before. I don't know why she loves such things, but she sometimes makes me watch with her, just that she never influenced me to practice with her.

I rubbed my pussy and I was surprised to find out that I was already getting wet. I inserted a finger into my pussy and did a few slow thrusts. I clamped my lips to stop a moan from escaping my mouth. It feels strangely good to be sinful.

"Let out that moan, Diana. You've to show me that you enjoy touching yourself. You don't have to hide anything from me or withhold the pleasure, I surely understand and your life depends on how well you can play with your pussy," he said, his eyes roaming all over my body.

I spread my legs wider and pushed two fingers into my pussy this time, trying harder to thrust deeper and please him. I have to satisfy his voracious eyes, that's all there is to this.

His gaze became more intense and I closed my eyes to shut off the smirk on his face and focus on the act of the moment. I fingered myself until I was soaking wet and ready to come.

"Open your eyes and watch yourself soak your fingers with extreme pleasure, Diana. You were so quick to learn and now you are enjoying it, aren't you?" He was standing closer behind me now as I opened my eyes, his golden eyes peering into mine in the mirror.

How can the devil be so handsome, like a rich dude with, a hot body, and freaking sexily seductive in a devilish way!

"Oh, shit!" I groaned as I wetted my fingers with my unrighteous act.

My ass hit the cold tiled floor as I looked down at my hand. I can't believe I did this. I have never allowed anyone to touch me. I was going to give myself to someone worth it, but what am I doing now? Now I wish a man would do it because I am not satisfied. There's a big difference between touching yourself and being taken by a man, right?

"You weren't that bad but I need you to do more next time. You get a fair pass tonight," he squatted beside me and ran his fingers through my dark, soft hair. He brought his face closer and sniffed.

"Why did you buy me?" I asked him even though I already knew what the answer would be.

"You are not allowed to ask useless questions, Diana. Just work on pleasing me so that you won't get on my bad side and don't even think about escaping because you won't get far before I catch you and I will make your life a living hell that you would wish you were devoured by the lion." He threatened and stood to his full height again.

"If it's about that day, I am truly sorry. I didn't know and I meant to apologize,'' I was already alone as I spoke because he left without listening to me again.

I put my face in my palms and wept for the old Diana Campbell who had thought her family was made for life and nothing would ever bring her close to suffering. I sobbed silently, wishing I could go back to being a child again.

With the way those ladies washed me, one would think he would be the one to touch me, but he only watched while I touched myself. Why am I not glad that he didn't push me against the wall and claimed me? Maybe one of his plans is to make me go crazy with want, craving for sex, and getting starved as a punishment.

I am branded as an object, a commodity traded for survival, and the weight of that knowledge crushes my spirit, and yet here I am wishing the man that bought me for the pleasure of watching me suffer, the devil's incarnate, would make passionate love to me.

I dragged myself up to the bed and tried to call Gina again, but I still couldn't reach her, so I sadly switched off my phone knowing fully well that nobody would call me, nobody cares. They all betrayed me! I don't deserve any of this, but the world has never worked in my favor.

I dozed off to sleep thinking about a possible means to get away from the estate. He said I wouldn't get far before he caught me, and I have no doubt since he's so powerful, but I still have to take my chances. I remain Diana Campbell no matter what!

I woke up the next morning to see a woman glaring down at me. I jumped down from the bed, grabbing the bedsheets alone to cover my half naked body.

"Who are you? Are you one of the maids or another signed personal assistant?" I asked her when she didn't flinch.

She straightened up to her full height, then walked around the bed to stand right before me, then I noticed that her high heels helped enhance her height because I could be an inch taller than her.

"Do I look like a maid to you? It's not just that you entered the wrong house, but also that you are very annoying?" She frowned at me.

I looked her up and down, she is too classy to be tagged in the servant category, but then I don't know who she is and how she entered my room when I literally locked it last night. Or didn't I?

"Well, I..."

"Just shut up and listen! I don't care to know what you think of me because I don't give a fuck about who you are either! Don't excite yourself because Scott purchased you, you are of no importance to him. You're just going to be his slave, and he will trash you when he's done with you!" She scoffed and turned to the door.

Jessica opened the door on her face, she pushed her aside and walked away.

Jessica shook her eyes with an eye roll and walked up to me, wearing a smile. It should be a pleasant smile to brighten up my day, but I couldn't tell if she was a friend or foe, so I frowned at her.

"What is this about? Who was that woman?" I asked, frustration clouding my face.

"Don't mind her. That's Delaney Keys, she's Mr. Rodriguez's ex-girlfriend." She shrugged and patted my chin fondly.

Why is she trying hard to make me feel like she cares while I could sense she doesn't? And how come nobody told me that the other woman existed.

"Why didn't anyone mention her to me? She's someone I do not want to have any business with. She sounds like a trouble maker." I sighed tiredly.

"Don't worry, she's going to Mexico and won't be coming back anytime soon. She was prohibited from coming here, but she keeps coming back anyway," Her response made me relax a bit.

"Better," I yawned.

"You have three tasks today, and your performance will go a long way to smoothen your relationship with Mr. Rodriguez. So I was going to wake you up,"

There she goes again!

"Tasks? What do you mean by tasks? I thought he said I am not allowed to leave my room, now what do you mean by that?" I threw the question at her as if it was her idea that my parents sold me out.

"He changed his mind, besides, that was before he met you for the first time. The first task of the day is to clean up the underground library and dust all the books on the shelves. He said you need physical exercise to be stronger," she specified calmly.

"How am I supposed to do that? I have never cleaned before! He has thousands of servants, why choose me to do it?" I cried as I stood up from the bed.

"He said you have a choice here. You either obey him or walk into the lion's den." She offered.

"Is that what you call being given a choice? How did my life get so messed up?"

"In the absence of questions, I would advise you to get ready. You have two minutes left and I will be waiting for you at the front door to show you around to the library. See you later, popcorn." with that, she left me gaping after her.

Surviving the punishment of the devil or jumping into his hell to be burnt to ashes, did Jessica call that having a choice?

As I sadly got ready to leave, she came back again and walked up straight to where I left my phone. She doesn't even knock and I hate the sight of her pretending to be all nice!

"I almost forgot, you aren't allowed to use your old phone anymore, so I am ceasing your phone." She took my phone and waved it across my face.

"What the fuck!" I screamed as she turned and left the room again.

How am I supposed to survive without my phone, too?