The Billionaire’s Slave

*Prologue*

Tears streamed down my face as I gripped the sharp knife, its crimson liquid dripping onto the floor. I knelt beside the man I loved, my heart sinking at the sight of him lying motionless. My desire to touch him was overwhelming, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The thought of kissing him filled me with disgust, and I despised him for what he had done to me. But as much as I loathed him, I loathed myself even more.

I reached for the phone that was lying in the drawer and, despite my trembling hands, I managed to dial the number for the ambulance station. The call was answered on the first ring.

“911, what is your emergency?”

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

Without hesitation, I disconnected the call and made my way up to the second floor. Despite the presence of a bloodstain on my hand, I persisted with my packing.

Once I was finished, I promptly washed my hands and hurried out of the house. I raced over to the primary gate and hailed a taxi. Before stepping inside, I took several glances at the mansion that had held such a significant place in my heart. It had been a source of inspiration, filling me with hope and a sense of belonging.

As I was reading through a paper and browsing some photos, everything suddenly fell apart. It felt like a venomous serpent had coiled around me, and the antidote was unavailable, leaving me to suffer intentional poisoning.

As I sat in the taxi, tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t help but glance back at the house I had left behind, the same house I had once called my home. Despite the flood of emotions overwhelming me, I made the difficult decision to push everything aside and move on.

“I’ll begin anew, but this time without you by my side.”

***

Caroline POV.

The commentator held a mic while the camera focused on him. “The authorities have determined that the cause of the deaths here was due to refusal. We asked some witnesses for more information, and they claimed the outbreak was self-inflicted, as the citizens didn’t want to leave,” he announced.

Due to my incessant weeping, my eyes were bloodshot as I shot them an intense glare. While some may have tried to resist, that was no justification for their execution. I shut my eyes and tried to remember what had occurred.

Wearing a construction helmet, a man, possibly the project’s engineer or architect, raised his voice and announced, “We will give you three months, which means you will have to leave this place, whether you want to or not!”

Our neighbor, who was also alone in life and afraid of losing her home, fired back, “How did that happen? We have been here for so long. Why now?”

The engineer shouted, “It’s not our responsibility if you don’t have your land to build a home on. Go back to where you came from!” His words left us speechless, for we knew he was right. Our government had not provided us with the land we were currently living, and as a result, we were labeled as squatters, unable to acquire our own property.

After the development workers and the man we were speaking to turned away, we headed back to our homes. As we walked, I turned to my mom and shared a thought that had been on my mind for a while.

“Mom,” I said, “why can’t we just leave here? Let’s find a house somewhere else. I’m sure we can find a cheap place to rent and easily find a job, too.”

My mom listened intently, considering my suggestion. We both knew that life in our current town had been difficult, and the idea of starting fresh elsewhere was appealing.

I’m Caroline Miller. At 22 years old, I’m currently working part time at a convenience store. While I haven’t finished college, it’s not a big concern for me. Unfortunately, my parents couldn’t afford to pay for it. I’m an only child, and I always try to do my best to support my parents. Despite not having a college degree, I’m content with my high school diploma.

I snapped back to my senses when my dad pointed out our problem. “We didn’t have savings money to leave this place. If we moved then, it would have been a slow process before we got employed and paid off.”

As I reflected on the pressures of life, I couldn’t help but agree with my dad’s wisdom. Our lack of high educational attainment had made opportunities elusive for us. Feeling helpless, I sighed and made my way to the kitchen. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind me caught my attention. Before I could turn around, a pair of arms wrapped around me in a warm embrace.

My mother beamed as she said, “We just need a little patience. We will make it and eventually set up a house on our land.”

“Allow me to handle it, and I’ll devise an escape plan for us. Shall we dine now? I’m famished. Are you feeling hungry as well?”

As Mom pulled away from the hug, she let out a laugh. “Let’s go eat! Your father and I have been starving ever since that engineer’s shout nearly deafened us.”

As we sat in our cozy home, the sound of our laughter filled the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. We couldn’t help but snicker at the silly jokes being exchanged, and the feeling of happiness was apparent.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the construction workers began to set up their tools for the upcoming project at our place. It seemed like only yesterday when we found out that we had to vacate the premises. Unfortunately, we were not alone in our predicament. Others had also revolted against the idea of giving up their land, especially since it was not rightfully ours to begin with.

Upon arriving home, I searched for my parents, but they were nowhere to be found. As a result, I proceeded to the back of the house, where I unexpectedly overheard them conversing.

“I’m not sure where we’ll go if they evict us from here,” my mom whispered in a pleading voice. “Do you have anyone we can reach out to? Maybe we can stay at someone’s house for a week while we figure out our next steps. We need to prepare ourselves to find a new place to move to and a job.”

“I tried to reach my old classmates and friends, but they didn’t agree,” my dad explained tiredly.

After leaving there, I walked into the house and immediately reached for my small phone. Despite its hard-to-press keypad, I persevered and dialed the name of one of my friends.

She answered my call in just three rings. “Hello, Celine? Are you busy today?”

“Not really. Why?”

Despite the noise in the background and the sound of people laughing, I mustered up the courage to ask the reason for my call, even though it was an embarrassing situation. “I would like to borrow money for our relocation expenses. I will pay as soon as I save up,” I said hopefully.

“Omg! I apologize, Caroline. Although I want to lend you money, I am unsure of how to do so. As I am currently on vacation with my family, I cannot use my card to transfer funds,” Celine explained in a rushed manner.

I heard someone calling to her in the background. She was indeed on vacation then because she had mentioned that to me. As I was about to say my goodbyes, she cut off the call. Despite feeling disappointed, I clung onto my phone and reassured myself, “It’s okay. I’ll just ask my boss for help. He will understand if I explain the situation.”

I was melancholy because I had no choice but to trust the little chance I had. I desired to be lucky at least once. I got to work early to catch up with my boss. I timed it exactly because he was about to leave. I ran and shouted, “Boss, I have something to say! Give me a moment!” I dashed while carrying my perforated bag.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Our place is going to be demolished, so we need to find a new place to live. However, the problem is that we don’t have enough money to cover the expenses. I was wondering if I could borrow some money, and if possible, deduct the payment from my work fee.”

“Why didn’t you notify me right away?” he asked with a little disbelief. “You know I will help you. As long as you work with me, I won’t hesitate.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out some money and handed them to me.

I couldn’t contain my joy, so I hugged him tightly and jumped up and down. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

As he drove away, I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. It had been a great shift at work, and I was eager to share the good news with my parents. But when I called, no one answered. I assumed they were just busy, but as I arrived home, my heart sank.

Instead of being greeted by my cheerful parents, I was met with a scene straight out of a horror movie. Our home was in ruins, blood stained the walls, and the lifeless bodies of my beloved parents lay right before my eyes. I frantically searched for answers, but the only sounds I could hear were the cries of the grieving family next door. In my desperation, I approached a construction worker and pulled at his clothes, hoping he could shed some light on what had happened.

“What happened? I thought we still had a week before they would permanently evict us from here!”

“I’m sorry, miss,” the man said with a sympathetic expression, “but due to the uprising you caused, the landowner became furious. A group of insurgents aimed to destroy the equipment that was meant to be used for this project.”

***

It had been raining nonstop for two days. I sat in the house that they had destroyed, waiting for my parents and the warm smile that always welcomed me whenever I came home. However, the ambulance had taken them away, and I had not heard from the hospital since then.

As I sat there quietly sobbing and enjoying the cold, lifeless rain, a foot suddenly stopped in front of me. The shoes were black and luminous, and there was a man holding an umbrella on my left side. When I lifted my head, I saw a tall, blue-eyed man with a deep and expressionless gaze. Four men wearing black tuxedos, including the one holding the umbrella, surrounded the man in front of me.

As they stopped in front of me, I felt a surge of fear and couldn’t help but ask, “W-What do you need?”

“Take her.”

As soon as I heard the man’s voice, my skin prickled. He was wearing a blue tuxedo and spoke in a cold, deep tone. His voice was perfect, yet every word seemed to carry a tinge of anger.

“Wait! Where are you taking me?!”

I put up a fierce struggle against the two burly men who had grabbed me and held my arms in a vice-like grip. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air as they hurriedly pushed me into the car. My heart pounded in my chest as I frantically tried to open the door, but it was futile - the lock had been engaged. I wriggled in the plush leather seats, still trying to free myself. Meanwhile, a man in a crisp blue suit entered the car with a calm demeanor, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Due to my drenched clothes and body, the back seat ended up getting wet. As I gazed out, the rain continued to pour relentlessly. Suddenly, I turned my head and found the man staring at me. Reacting impulsively, I slapped his chest with both hands and yelled, “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!”

As I cried out, he rubbed his ear in response, as if my voice had deafened him. With no hint of remorse, he asked, “Do you really want to rot in that location?”

I lapsed into silence, realizing that I, too, did not have the answer to that question. Ever since my parents disappeared, it felt like my life had lost its purpose. My peace was shattered, and all I wanted was to reunite with them, to join them once again. But the thought of seeking retribution for their untimely demise held me back. I couldn’t bear the idea of their tragic fates being meaningless.

Tears once again streamed down my face as I struggled to contain the overwhelming blend of emotions I was experiencing. The pain was too much to bear, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I broke down and bawled uncontrollably, while the driver and the other guard in the front seat remained silent. The man sitting next to me remained fixated on staring out the window.

Looking at him, I noticed his jaw clenching as he whispered to me, “Everyone else has already gone. You’re the last one here. From tomorrow, they’ll start a reconstruction project to build a toy factory and office.”

As tears streamed down my face, I nodded in apparent comprehension of his words. My voice choked with rage. “So, you knew about this? Are you to blame for the tragic deaths in that accident?”

“No,” he replied icily, without even glancing in my direction.

While I wasn’t entirely content with his response, it sufficed to put my mind at ease that I wasn’t in close proximity to the individual whom I despised.

My tears stopped flowing and the only sound that filled the space was the hum of the air conditioning. No one uttered a word to either of us. I never bothered to inquire where he was taking me, since he didn’t appear to have any malicious intent. To top it off, I had no personal belongings left since they were all destroyed when our home was wrecked.

As I was on the ride, I dozed off. Suddenly, I was jolted awake by a man wearing a blue tuxedo who lifted me up as if I were a bride. While being held, I couldn’t help but notice his striking features, such as his sharp nose and perfectly chiseled jawline.

“Make sure to get some rest early. I’ll ask the maids to provide you with clothes and assist you in taking a bath.”

“Uh-hmm.” I nodded, but my stomach chose that moment to loudly growl.

Closing my eyes in embarrassment, I slowly hid in his chest. Feeling his clothes were wet, I quickly changed the topic. “I’m sorry. I must have made your clothes soaked.”

I didn’t know how he answered with a rough voice yet made it sound so caring. “Don’t mind that. I’ll tell the helpers to prepare food for you.”

After the man finished speaking, I found myself drawn to the seductive tone of his voice, wishing I could just disappear into the ground. He had been about to seat me on the sofa, but I stopped him, aware that my damp clothes would ruin it. Looking past him, I noticed that his two guards had left. “Thank you for your assistance. Can I ask your name?”

“Andrius,” he frigidly replied.

“Andrius.” I repeated and smiled.

He took hold of my shoulder and swiftly turned me towards a door. He gently nudged me forward. “Here’s the bathroom. There’s one in every room, too. It’s best you take a shower now. You’ve been soaked in the rain for a few days, and you might catch a cold. I’ll ask Mary to bring you clothes. Just let her know if you need anything else.”

Looking at him, I glimpsed the serene blue in his eyes, reminiscent of a peaceful ocean on a sunny day. His voice was so alluring, it sent shivers down my spine. Even then, I couldn’t help but recall the faint scent of his cologne and the warmth of his hand on mine.

Upon entering, I promptly retreated to the bathtub, an experience that was entirely new to me. The mansion I found myself in was unlike anything I had ever encountered before, especially when compared to my usual lifestyle and home. As I submerged my head in the water, I reflected on the events of the past few days. Although I no longer cried, the realization that my parents were gone continued to weigh heavily on my heart.

As there was a knock on the door, I snapped back to reality. A deep voice spoke up, “I forgot that today is the helpers’ day off. Don’t worry, I’ll ask the guard to get you some clothes.”

I was apprehensive about the idea of the guards purchasing my underwear, as it would have been humiliating. Without hesitation, I said, “No, thank you. Could I instead wear the maid’s clothing? I’ll wash it myself after I’m done using it.”

“Okay,” he answered.

I could still see the image of Andrius’s face, even though he was 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 came out of my mouth. “Ah.”

Even though I wasn’t particularly tall, I could say that my body and chest were well-shaped. I was still a virgin and had never had sex with any man, but I would not deny the fact that I knew sexual matters. Thanks to porn sites. However, this was only the first time I had touched myself. Every time I thought of Andrius’ deep voice and his impassive face — it was as if heat wrapped around my body.

I stimulated my clitoris, just as I’ve seen in videos before. As I did so, I also applied pressure to my nipple, which resulted in a powerful sensation. After only two minutes of this, I explored further and inserted one finger into my vaginal opening.

“It’s not enough,” I whispered. I tried to add another finger and groaned. “Ugh. Ahh.”

I continued to apply pressure to my finger until I experienced a sensation akin to urination. Suddenly, I felt a liquid being released as I stretched my legs.

Realizing what it was, I hastily rose from the bathtub and drained the water. I promptly covered my face as I felt embarrassed about the whole situation.

I murmured to the air while my skin grew hot. ‘What the fuck have I done?’