The Billionaire's Slave (Dark Romance)

I gripped the sharp knife as the crimson liquid dripped from it. I knelt on the floor, with tears streaming down my face. My heart sank as I watched the man I loved lying on the floor. I crave to touch him, but I can't. I wished to kiss him, but disgust deepened. I despise him, but I loathe myself further.

I picked up the phone that rested on top of the drawer. Even though my hands are trembling, I even contend with dialing the ambulance station number. On the first ring, they answered the call.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Go to 2187 NYC Urban Calm, High town C. O Clark."

I at once turned off the call and went to the second floor. Even with a bloodstain on my hand, I just kept packing. As soon as I'm done, I washed my hands and rushed out of the house.

I sprinted to the primary gate and hailed a taxi. Before entering, I peered repeatedly at the mansion that has been a significant part of my soul, stuffed me with fantasies, and made me feel I was not alone again.

But in just one paper I discovered and a photo I saw, it all collapsed. It was as if a serpent had wound me and was late to treat because it was deliberately poisoning me.

I just sobbed in the taxi. I looked again at the house I had stepped on before eventually determining to neglect everything.

"I'll start again... but this moment, without you."

"Authorities found out that the source of the deaths here was because of refusal. We asked some witnesses about the matter. They claimed that the citizens didn't wish to go, and they created the outbreak themselves," the commentator announced while holding a mic and with a focused camera.

I threw them a sharp glare with bloodshot eyes because of nonstop weeping. Most of them may have fought back, but that wasn't enough reason to execute them! I closed my eyes and recalled what happened.

"We will provide you three months, thus you will require to leave this place unwillingly or willingly!" A man shouts with the construction helmet on his head. He might be the engineer or architect leading the project.

"How did that happen?! In a long moment, we have remained here, why now?" our neighbor fired back who was also afraid of losing her home because she was alone in life.

"It's not our responsibility if you don't have your land to build a home on. Go back to where you came from!" The engineer shouted again. None of us could speak because he was right. The government still does not give us the land we live in today. We are the communities that they call squatters because we cannot get our land.

The development workers and the guy we were speaking to had turned away, so we went back to our homes, also. "Mom, why can't we just leave here? Let's just find a house somewhere. I'm sure we can find a cheap place to rent and easily find a job too," I suggested.

I'm Caroline Miller. I'm 22 years old and presently working part-time at a convenience store. I didn't finish college because my mother and father were not getting enough money to pay for my school. But it's still okay because I graduated from high school. I am an only child, and I'm giving everything I can to help my parents.

I snap back to my senses when my dad pointed out our problem, "We don't have savings money to leave this place. If we move now, it will be a slow process before we'd get employed and paid off."

In the pressures of life, dad was right. We didn't finish high educational attainment, so the opportunities were elusive to us. I sighed and walked to the kitchen. I can't argue. Even if I want to help them, I don't know-how. It surprised me to hear footsteps following me. I was about to look when someone hugged me from behind.

"Just a little patience. We will make it and set up a house on our land," my mother said and beamed.

"Let me take care of it, and I will find a way for us to get out of here. Come and let's dine. I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry too?" I asked.

Mom separate from the hug and laughed, "Come on! Your father and I have been hungry for a while because that engineer's shout deafened us," We chuckled, and laughter permeated our home.

Days, weeks, and months passed speedily. I heard the construction workers slowly setting up in our place the tools that will apply for the project they will do. We merely have a week and we're going to be forced out. Other people have also revolted because they do not want to give up the land that in the first place is not ours.

When I got home, I check for my parents. I could not find them, so I went to the back of our house when I overheard them chatting.

"I don't know where we will pick up in case they evict us from here. Do you have no one to touch on? At least we will simply stay at their house for a week. It is just preparation for us to find a new place to move and a job," my mom whispered with a pleading voice.

"I tried to reach my old classmates and friends, but they didn't agree," my dad explained tiredly.

I left there and went into the house. I immediately picked up my small phone. It has a keypad and is hard to press. I still endured. I dial the name of one of my friends. She answered my call in just three rings.

"Hello, Celine? Are you busy today?"

"Not really. Why?" I could hear the noise in the background and the laughing people. Even it was embarrassing, given the situation. I said what is the reason for my calling.

"I would like to borrow money for our relocation expenses. I will pay as soon as I save up," I said hopefully.

"Omg! I'm sorry Caroline. Even tho I want to lend you, I don't know-how. Now that I'm on vacation with my family, I can't use my card to send you money," Celine said hurriedly.

I heard someone calling to her in the background. She's indeed on vacation now because she mentioned that to me.

"Okay. Thank y-" I would prefer to say adieu, but she then quickly cut the line. I hugged my little phone and murmured to myself, "It doesn't matter. I'll just try with my boss. He'll help me for sure if I explain the situation."

I am melancholy because I have no choice but to trust the little chance I have. I desire to be lucky at least once. I get to work early to catch up with my boss. Exact timing because he was about to go. I ran and shouted. "Boss! I have something to say! Wait a moment!" I dashed while carrying my perforated bag.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Our place is being demolish. We have to move place, but the problem is we don't have money for expenses. I would like to ask if I can borrow. Just deduct the payment from my work fee."

"Why didn't you notify me right away? You know I will help you. As long as you work with me, I won't hesitate to help you," he responded and mess my hair. My eyes widened as he pulled out some money from his pocket and handed it to me. Overjoyed, I hugged him and jumped.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" He left and turned his car. After my shift, my smile reached the sky. I decided to call my parents to say them the wonderful news, but no one responds. I thought maybe they were just busy with what they were doing ... but I was wrong. The cheerful faces of my mother and father, who I expected to greet me, didn't show up. What welcomed me was our ruined house, too much blood, and lifeless bodies of them. I tried to find someone to ask about what had happened, but I could hardly hear the cries of the family of the dead. I approached a construction worker and ripped off his clothes in a frenzy.

"I assumed we had a week to go before they permanently evicted us from here! What happened ?!"

"Sorry ma'am but because of the uprising you caused, the landowner was furious. A few insurgents aimed to destroy the equipment that should have been operating for this project," the man explained with a sympathetic face.

.....

It's been three days, it's still been raining nonstop for two days. I'm even here, sitting in the house they destroyed, waiting for my parents and a smile that's always welcome me every time I come home. The ambulance took them but I have not heard from the hospital after that. I was quietly sobbing and was enjoying the cold and dead rain when abruptly a foot stopped in front of me, wearing luminous black shoes. I thought the rain had stopped, but there was also a man holding an umbrella on my left side. I raised my eyes and saw the tall, blue-eyed man. His gaze was deep and expressionless. I lifted my head and saw four men wearing black tuxedos, including the one who holds the umbrella, surrounding the man in front of me. The man with blue eyes was wearing a blue tuxedo.

Because they paused in front of me, it scares me, so I asked, "W-why?"

When I heard the voice of the man wearing the blue tuxedo, the hair on my skin rose. It was cold and deep. It is also perfect and every word always seems to have a stain of anger.

"Take her."

"H-huh?"

"Wait! Where are you taking me!" I struggled as two men in black carried both of my arms.

They put me in the car and speedily closed it. I tried to open the door, but it locked. The man in the blue suit went in the other door. He rested as if nothing had happened.

Because of my soaked body and clothes, the back seat got wet. I looked outside, and the rain was still pouring heavily. I shifted my head and turn to the man; I saw him looking at me. I hastily slapped him on the chest with both of my hands.

"Who are you?! Who are you?! Where are you taking me?!" I scream at him.

My outcry seemed to work because he rubbed his ear as if deafened by it.

"Do you wish to die in that place?" He stated with no remorse.

I fell silent.

I also don't know the answer to that question. It was as if my life had lost direction when my parents disappeared. I lost my serene life. I want to vanish because I wish to see them again, but I'm afraid because I demand justice for their deaths! Not only that, but I don't want their ends to go in vain.

Am I a wicked child we, if I say I want to ward off following them? Am I greedy if I crave to enjoy a wonderful life first?

My tears streamed again. I feel so much pain because of blended emotions. I just bawled while the driver and the other guard next to him were quiet in the front. The man next to me is watching out the window again.

I looked at the jaw him tighten before he whispered. "All the people there have left. You are the solely one to remain. Tomorrow they will set up doing that project. That is a reconstruction project that planned to be a building for the toy factory and office."

I nodded as if I understood what he was saying as I repeatedly wiped my cheek and continued to shed beads of tears. "You know about this. Are you responsible for why so many died in that mishap?"

"No," He answered coldly and didn't throw a look at me.

Although I'm not satisfied with his answer, that was enough to assure me I was not next to the person I hated.

My crying ceased. All we can hear is the air con. No one made sounds to the two of us. I never even asked where he would take me. He didn't seem to have any intention of harming me. And one more thing, I don't have any belongings with me. They also ruined my stuff, along with the destruction of our house.

While on the ride, I fell asleep. I woke up when the man in the blue tuxedo lift me like a bride. While holding his chest, I noticed his sharp nose, as well as the perfect jaw shape.

"Get some rest early. I will request the maids to give you clothes and help you take a bath."

"Uh-hmm." I nodded as my stomach suddenly made a sound.

I closed my eyes in embarrassment and slowly hid in his chest. I felt his clothes were wet, so I apply that reason to change the topic, "I'm sorry. I even made your clothes soaked."

I don't know how he answers with a rough voice, "Don't mind that. I'll tell the helpers to prepare food for you."

After the man delivered the last line, I just wanted to be swallowed by the soil.

He was about to put me on the sofa when I stopped him.

"Take me down, I will only saturate the sofa in water."

I searched behind this person and saw that the guards with him left.

"Thank you very much. I want to know your name."

"Andrius."

Andrius grabbed me by the shoulder and shifted to face a door. He pushed me carefully. "There's the bathroom. There's also one in every room. Take a shower now. You've been steeping in the rain for a few days now, you might get sick. I'll just order Mary to bring you clothes. Just tell her what else you need."

I glimpsed the calmness in his eyes. Until now, I still can't believe how seductive his voice is.

I was already bathing in the bathtub. This was the first time I had experienced this. Compared to my lifestyle and home, this mansion was thoroughly unique. I dipped my head in the bathtub and thought about the whole thing that I have been through for the past few days. I no longer weep, but my heart breaks every time I remind my parents are not here anymore.

I returned to my sense when there was a knock on the door. A deep voice, so that's not the maid Andrius was speaking, "Hey, I forgot that the helpers' day off is today. I'll just order the guard to buy you clothes."

I imagined it would be a shame if the guards would buy my panties and bra, so I immediately replied, "Don't! Can I just wear the maid's clothes? I'll just clean them after I use it."

"Okay."

I can still see the image of Andrius's face, even though he's behind the door.

I swiftly touched the sensitive part of my body with my right hand while the left hand played the mound of my chest.

The short and weak moan comes out of my mouth.

"Ah."

Even though I'm not particularly tall, I can say that my body and chest are well-shaped.

I am still a virgin and have never had sex with any man, but I will not deny the fact that I know sexual matters. Thanks to porn sites. However, this was only the first time I had touched myself.

Every time I think of Andrius' deep voice and his impassive face - it is as if heat wraps my body.

I started rubbing my clit, which I often see in videos. I also pinned my nipple and felt an intense sensation. I'm just doing that for two minutes when I put one finger on my vaginal opening.

"It's not enough," I whispered.

I tried to add another finger and muttered.

"Ugh. Ahh."

I stimulated the release into my finger until I felt as if urine was coming out. I straightened my legs when a liquid came out.

"Ha aah."

I briskly stood up in the bathtub and drained the water. I quickly covered my face because of the awkwardness I felt for myself.

"What did I do?" I whispered to the air while my skin was hot.