DARIUS POV"Did you dispose of the bitch's body properly?" Darius inquired, and Rocky nodded in response."I'm at a loss for words. I still can't believe Delilah did this to me..." Darius mumbled angrily again, facing Rocky squarely and freezing in his steps for a few moments before continuing to pace around the room restlessly. There was no rest for him, and tonight he was oddly confident that he would not sleep a wink. Thank goodness for the alcohol, whiskey, and dull wine, which kept him awake through the night. He wasn't a crack addict, but he might light up something tonight to relieve the excruciating pain and agony he was experiencing. "Master, I believe you should rest tonight. It's late already, and you look exhausted. You haven't gotten much rest since returning from your trip. We would certainly get Brielle back, but not in this condition." How could he fucking sleep when Brielle was being manhandled and mistreated by strangers or even his enemies? How could he act as

MADELINE’S POV"I'd rather see Lord Darius and...""What's going on here, ladies?" Madeline immediately asked the maids gathered around.She had come to the kitchen to get some water and was on her way out when she heard Lord Darius's name being called, and she was intrigued as to what was going on. "It's nothing important, Madeline. You are free to leave." One of the maids standing said to her, and Madeline shot her a deathly glare. “I heard the three of you talking about Lord Darius, or am I deaf? Aside from the fact that you stated it was unimportant, I'm sure Lord Darius would be relieved to know that he is unimportant in this mansion. How does that sound?""I beg you, please. Don’t tell Lord Darius such." The silly girl began to say while revealing why they had been discussing their master. “A guard arrived to inform us that he has a hangover and requires someone to come clean his room. We're just deliberating on who to go, that’s all.”"No way!" Madeline blurted out slowly, rea

DARIUS POVDarius fluttered his eyes open, his hands flying to his brow in anticipation of a pounding headache, but he felt nothing.Sitting upright with all the strength he could muster, he looked around his room, his vision still a little foggy.Why wasn't he suffering from a hangover, as he had expected?The last thing he remembered was speaking to Eve’s ghost, seeing Brielle, and drinking himself to tears and sleep.Then also… his mirror.He'd punched away at it in rage. Angrily striking the full-length blades with his knuckles and...He drew his gaze to the corner of the room where the full-length mirror had been situated, expecting to see broken glasses all over the floor, but there were none.The floor had been cleaned, and he couldn't see even the tiniest speck of glass on it from where he was lying on the bed.He examined his bloodied and bruised hands, which were fully bandaged, cleaned, and disinfected at the same time.Someone had been in his room; Darius could only think

BRIELLE’S POVBrielle's breathing became more rapid as the two guards led her down the corridor slowly.Despite her curiosity about who this buyer was, Brielle kept in mind that she was only an enslaved person, and she needed to be cautious.However, try as she may, she did her best, craning her neck and trying to catch anything, but she couldn’t.She didn’t hear a thing, and she was partially blind, too, because of the blindfold covering her eyes.There wasn't even a pin drop needle on the floor, and all she could hear were their feet tapping noisily on the marbled tiled floor.How she knew that the floor was marble tiled, she had no idea, but she was sure of her assumptions, and they never let her down.Shaking her head softly, she tried again to hear something, anything, even if it was just the sound of an insect hissing nearby, but her efforts were useless.Where the fuck were they? Still in the building leading her past rooms, or what? She was more than perplexed.She tried using

BRIELLE’S POVShe felt strong hands catch her before she could fall to the ground.The two guards in the room had come to her aid, and she didn’t like it at allBlinking her eyes incessantly, Brielle tried to remove the image in front of her, but it was still stuck there.Cassius Warren, her father, was still alive.Her lips trembled this time as she remembered the day their house caught fire.She had crawled out of the smoke-filled house, exhausted and in pain.What had he been doing that day?Brielle had no idea why, but she had a sinister thought that she refused to believe.Did her father set fire to the house on purpose? Had he left her to die? He had probably planned to kill her, and now that she wasn't dead as he had hoped, he was going to do it all over again.Is that why he had bought her? Why he'd duped her as well, treating her luxuriously and masking the horror she would face. “No, no.” She kept muttering, and a gasp escaped her lips as she remembered how she’d cried the