MasukHe smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my tears. “Look at you. Where's that cocky, arrogant little brat that runs his mouth without pausing to think for a moment? You look better this way… humbled and willing. Are you sure you want to sign the agreement?” I nodded quickly, too eager and too desperate. “Yes! Yes, please! I'll sign it!” “Keep in mind, if you sign it, there's no going back.” He said, “Everything about you will belong to me… your hole, you cock, your mouth… everything! I get to own it all. And I'll treat you however I deem fit. Mean. Dirty. Rough. You take it all. And you dare not utter a single word of complain. Understood?” My stomach churned in utter disgust by the inhumane words that came out of his cock sucking mouth. But I didn't really have a choice here. He saw to it. I'm trapped. I pressed my eyes shut, voice weak, “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, I understand.” “Good.” He said, “Now, get up.” … How the hell was Tate Parker supposed to know that a moment of uncontrolled anger and pride would cost him his perfect life and whole freedom? He should have listened to the warnings… but he was too headstrong to. He should have seen the deadly signs… but he was too pompous to. And as consequence of his actions, he's entrapped and got nowhere else to go. Julian Belmont. That's his name. Tate believes he's a vile, twisted, cruel and psychotic devil hiding in a human facade. And that's exactly what he is. He's got Tate right where he wants him. And Tate can't escape him. He knows better than to try.
Lihat lebih banyakTATEThis fucking bastard.If he had already decided he would not accept my apology, then why the actual fuck did he send his assistant to come pick me up from his family's home? To flaunt his expensive penthouse? To show me just how insignificant I was compared to him? Or to gloat? Which is it? I can’t tell.“Didn't you hear me?” He asked, voice low and firm, his face now pulled in a cold, unsettling expression. “I said, get out.”“Please, Mr Julian…” I began.He rose to his feet. “You know the way out.”Then he turned to leave.If he leaves, I'm probably never going to get another chance. Our family will be rendered homeless. And I doubt he's even going to stop there. Knowing how petty and heartless he is, he might influence something else, which would make our lives even more miserable than just being homeless.“Wait! Wait, please, wait!” I sprang to my feet quickly and rushed past him, blocking his pathway. “Please, I'm sorry. Please accept my apology.”He stared down at me, his
TATEPatrick came in behind me and shut the door. Then he crossed me, leading the way. I couldn't help but sweep my eyes across the massive space.The first thing that hit me was the sheer size of it. Damn, the place was so preposterously enormous and impossibly elegant, with smooth marble floors stretching beneath my feet and warm golden lighting built into the ceiling.We got to the living room, which was sunken slightly lower than the rest of the penthouse, and Patrick offered me a seat. I sat down on the silky, comfy couch, not help but feeling out of place. “Mr Julian will be with you shortly.” He said in the same polite tone, like a damn robot, spun around and disappeared into one of the rooms.While I waited, I couldn't help but glance around the living room. A massive cream-colored sectional curved around a black stone fireplace mounted into the wall, while a huge flatscreen television hung above it. Everything looked ridiculously expensive without trying too hard. Even the
TATEThe driver pulled the car to an abrupt halt in front of the magnificent building, popularly known as the Belmont House. I've seen pictures of it on the Internet a few times, but this was my first time seeing it up close.Wow, exquisite, can't even begin to describe its beauty. Belmont House stood strong behind the iron gates like something pulled from an old-money magazine spread. Gosh, it was massive, elegant and made other beautiful houses in this boulevard look ugly without even trying.Warm golden lights glowed through towering windows, spilling across the stone driveway in soft pools of light. The house itself was built from pale limestone, its walls wrapped with climbing ivy that curled around the tall columns near the entrance.A fountain stood at the center of the circular driveway, water cascading quietly beneath the evening sky while luxury cars sat parked like pieces of art. Everything about the place screamed wealth and opulence without trying to.God.This wasn’t a h
TATETen days ago, everything started falling apart.It began with my parents losing their jobs on the same fricking day.My dad suddenly got fired from the company he had been working at for over two decades. And my mom’s event planning business got crushed the same day. Her landlord suddenly terminated her lease. And every other commercial building she tried to rent suddenly had “complications” or mysteriously raised their rates beyond what she could afford. And she started losing her old clients.Then my influencer account got hacked and fully deactivated. All four hundred thousand followers were gone. In an instant. No explanation. No nothing. Not even a way to appeal. And just like that, I fell from grace. From the legendary Tate Parker to a fucking ghost overnight.A few days later, my gym membership was cancelled without warning, and when I tried other gyms nearby, even the cheaper, tasteless ones I normally wouldn't even spare a second glance at, but they all said they were






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