My father owned a rich and powerful man a huge amount of money and since he couldn't pay it back, I was given to him as a price to pay for his debt.

I became his possession, his servant, his sex slave, his puppet, and the most obedient of dogs.

His name was Harry Corner.

He is a man everyone fears. His name itself will make a hundred people bow. He was a ruthless billionaire prince with the worst childhood. He is a sacred idol.

Harry was my pain. My sufferings.
He abused and defiled me in the most horrible and cruel ways.

He brought me pain,
He owned my soul
He owned my body
He owned every piece of my body; to do with it whatever he likes.

Bethel And The Beast.

　　Bethel's lid fluttered shut. Not knowing what to think or feel,she let her tears fall freely. She doesn't want to be his bedwarmer anymore and now that she had let it out,she is the one feeling hurt.


　　Those times he kisses and touches her, she feels like she can taste the world,her insides always flutter up and sings and she wondered why it is always that.


　　His face ...The barely controller rage on that scarred handsome but cold face when she let it out made her felt as if sharp pins pierced her bare skin,it just feel so uncomfortable.


　　She sniffed and a tense silence followed. She turned around and closed the door that adjoins her room to Angel's room. The sound of locks bolting filled the air, shutting her world out.


CHAPTER 39