AUTHOR'S POV

Hunter's mansion,
11:44 pm

Grace sat in the balcony hearing the thunder while blankly looking at the heavy rain as it was drenching everything outside. The howling wind was breaking all the dry leaves from the trees in the huge garden area.

She could also see the wide sea which wasn't calm, it's surface was getting kissed by the moonlight.

This kind of climate never fails to remind her of the terrific memories of that night. The night when her life flipped upside down.

Nothing left.

She sighed closing her eyes recalling her past.

The day when her mother died her stepfather started abusing her then finally sold her in a wh*re house, at a cheap price, without any second thought, without any mercy. She was only a teenager and scared as hell in a place like that.

On the same rainy night, Hunter visited there with his men. They had a dark aura, seemed Russian to her. They were picking up some girls and making them stand on another side of the crowd. Dash was busy dealing with the boss of that cheap place while others were focused on them.

Suddenly she caught Hunter's green orbs staring at her between all the other girls around to her. Before she could hide back he pointed his finger towards her making her freeze in her place.

" я тоже хочу эту девушку ". ( I want that girl too). She didn't understand what he said but she felt that this isn't going to end well.

After having one last glance at her, Hunter left the place before his other men. She didn't know what they did with other girls but they took her outside that suffocating place and signaled her to sit in a luxury limo.

She didn't want to go as she still had a hope that her stepfather will come back to take her from there but little did she know he'll never.

As she sat backside in the car she found Hunter already sitting inside. She scooted away from him, clenching a fistful of clothing of her dress in her palm. He chuckled noticing her scared.

After a long and silent drive, the car finally stopped at a well-decorated place. She flinched as the door of the car got suddenly opened by a man. He bowed at her when she looked up at him.

Getting off of the car she stood next to Hunter who was busy on his phone when a man approach her. Before that man could grab her hand to take her with him Hunter pointed his finger towards him enough for him to understand that he need to stop.

Hanging up the call he spoke. " Shell Bela Watta Me". (She'll be with me).

Hearing that, that man left after mumbling Умм Суррей ( I'm sorry ).

" Let's go ". Hunter said and she followed him behind.

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped and her head started spinning when she saw the view in front of her.

A luxury jet with some men standing next to it bowed at them. She was wondering at the view but more than terrified thinking where was he taking her.

Hunter stepped ahead but stopped when he noticed her frozen poster. He waved his hand in front of her face gaining her attention. "Huh". She uttered.

" Don't be afraid. Come with me ". He said softly forwarding his hand towards her.

" Whe-wh-where are you taking me?". She asked stuttering.

" You'll know once we reach there". He replied politely.

" Is that also a bad place?". He chuckled at her question.

" No, there a heaven for an angel like you". He replied.

Heaven?Angel? She thought to herself.

Grabbing her wrist he took her with him in his jet. There were only two seats with a golden stunning interior. He made her sit on one of them and lock the seat belt around her fragile body. " You must be traveling first time in a jet but don't be scared okay? Just close your eyes when you feel afraid. The darkness you'll see will take your fear away". He said cupping her face gently and placed a soft peck on her eyelid for the first time.

The whole flight she was taking naps from time to time while Hunter's eyes were glued on the glowing screen of the laptop in front of him.

After a long flight when they decent down the jet, some men ushered them towards another luxury car.

She slept in the way again until she felt something ticklish on her cheek. She brought her hand to rub it off but it felt like a palm. Opening her eyes slowly she grabbed two of the fingers and pulled them off from her face. She moved her head up and quickly sat straight when she realised she was resting her head on Hunter's shoulder.

The car turned towards an empty road. She placed both of her tiny palms on the glass of the window, letting her forehead come in contact with it also. The sky was one shade lighter than gray indicating the sun is about to raise between all the forest she has been seeing all the way.

The car finally stopped. As she gets off the car her doe eyes landed on the biggest mansion in the world with luxurious decoration.

They pass by a big fountain in the garden area unknowingly holding Hunter's hand as she was lost admiring everything around her. She noticed that the guards were standing on each tan foot distance, bowing at them as they were passing by them.

As soon as they entered inside she saw the main gate closed behind them that never open again for her.

She's trap there from the last five years now. She came to know that, the man who brought her there, is a Mafia boss of the underworld. Hunter King.

From homeschooling, painting, horse riding, driving for each and everything he appointed specialists for her. Have given her everything she has ever asked for, without making her say a, please.

As a teenager, she would have got Stockholm syndrome because of his soft behavior around her if she wouldn't have asked him that why has he had brought her there. His answer was ' I like collecting beautiful things'.

That day she realised that she's just a mere thing for him. A thing to play with.

No doubt, he brought her to play with him because for him all girls just want money and power. He had both but still, he never found desire in her eyes for it. She never got attracted to it.

The lust he had for her started turning into respect. He started respecting a girl which wasn't in his function. His father never taught him to respect a lady not even his mother.

Sometimes he just wants to take her already and wants to have his way on her. To pleasure her. But no, he respects her innocence.

He has layed the world under her feet. But she doesn't want to walk on it. She just wants one thing from him but that's the only thing he can't give her.

Freedom.

She asked him for freedom. But this word never fails to make him lose his mind. His eyes get darker at this word. He can't live without her.

For him, she's like his breathes. But for her he's just an obsessed mafia and she's a mafia's target.

Escaping? That's not an option. Guards and fountain outside that mansion are never off duty. They are like robots whose eyes are always glued to the wall in front of them. They aren't allowed to spare a glance on his lady.

Even if she gets succeeded in escaping from them, then what? It's an Island she's living on. Hunter King's own island. Not even a fly can enter or exit without him knowing.

It'll take about six hours of a helicopter ride to see the whole Island. Kingsland.

He mostly goes out for his work but when he's home he just wants her to stick by his side. From morning to night until he drifts off to sleep he wants her presence around him. His room is hers. He sleeps cuddling her whenever he's home. But never crossed his boundary.

There is nothing he doesn't have in his control, in his strength, in his power. There is no limit for him to do what he wants. But he has a boundary of her innocence.

She belongs to him but she never has accepted this fact. He knows this and never forces himself on her. He said he will wait for her consent and he'll.

He gets pissed off in a blink of an eye when something doesn't happen as he had planned. He doesn't leave something until he gets what he wants. He is the most stubborn person anyone could ever meet.

Sometimes he just loses his patience and tries to get too much physical with her but when she utters a stop he does in a beat of a heart.

She's scared of the day he'll not listen to her. The day he'll not stop.

Present

Her train of thoughts stopped when she glanced at a big truck that entered inside the mansion gate. It wasn't raining anymore.

Some unknown men got off from it. She noticed each of them was holding a gun.

• How wonderful and how strange to be loved by someone who hates all else.

Chapter published on: 2 December 2021