Bound to the Devil CEO

“Tap... tap... tap...” The heavy rain hammered relentlessly on the rotting porch roof like a mournful nocturne. An Ha Vy clenched the edge of her shirt tightly, her dark eyes silently fixed on the black luxury car parked right in front of her house. A black Maybach. A symbol of power. And a cold reminder that from now on, her life had no escape. The car door opened. A man stepped out wearing a long coat, tall and imposing, his sharply chiseled face seeming carved from stone. His eyes… like ice in midsummer. Cold, emotionless, overwhelming everything around. — “An Ha Vy.” — He called her name with a deep, dry voice. No inflection, but carrying a weight that pressed on her heart. She stood still, lips pressed tight. — “Your father owes me 5 billion. He’s fled.” — “I don’t like being cheated. You will pay instead, won’t you?” The wind rose. The trees outside swayed and bent. No one spoke, only the rain, as if trying to swallow the whole world. Ha Vy raised her head. Her gaze was not weak. It was just… she had no way out. — “I will pay… but how?” He curled his lips into a smile, half pity, half challenge: — “Be my servant. Every night.” — “No complaints. No tears. No weakness allowed.” She froze. Not because of what he said… But because of the look in his eyes when he said it — as if she were a cheap object, a tool for punishment. Crack! A lightning bolt tore across the sky. And at that moment… she stepped into the car. Like a pawn, accepting to be pushed into a life-or-death chess game. Not because she was weak. But because she… had no other choice. Rewinding to that night... The night fate dealt a fatal blow to An Ha Vy and her family. The rain poured as if heaven was trying to wash away all sins gradually revealed in the small house at the end of the quiet alley. Thunder roared like the suffocating cries of destiny, signaling an unavoidable calamity. An Ha Vy was born into a poor family. Her mother — Mrs. Hong — was a gentle, kind woman who always lived with a compassionate heart. Her father, however, was the greatest shame of her life — a gambler drowned in booze, women, and wild indulgence, drowning the family in unbearable debt. And the creditor this time... was none other than Luc Van Thanh, founder of the notorious Luc Group — a ruthless and cold economic empire. After Mr. Luc passed away, all power and assets transferred to his son — Luc Mac Than. A young man who commanded fear throughout the business world. He didn’t need to say much — his mere presence silenced the room. His aura was cold as ice, his gaze sharp as a blade, his handsome face cloaked with deadly danger. They called him “The Devil CEO” — and tonight, his shadow was cast upon the Ha family. The shiny black luxury car stopped in front of the dilapidated house. Luc Mac Than stepped out in a neat black suit, carrying the scent of cold mint and an invisible pressure that suffocated the whole alley. Bang! Bang! Bang! The pounding on the door was like thunder, forcing hearts to skip beats. When Mrs. Ha opened the door, her eyes froze instantly at the force radiating from the man standing before her. No one expected a “creditor” to carry the aura of someone risen from hell. He sat down in the middle of the room, legs crossed, one hand lazily resting on his knee like a king. A crooked half-smile appeared, full of mockery. “Where is Mr. Ha? Tell him to come pay his debts.” His low voice rang out, every word a knife slicing through the night. Mrs. Ha stammered: “My husband... he... is not home. I don’t know where he went...” Bang! A bang on the table echoed through the room, making it shake. Mrs. Ha flinched and slipped to the floor. Ha Vy rushed out from the kitchen, quickly catching her mother. Her face was full of fury, eyes wet but fearless. “Get out of my house now!” She shouted, pointing at Luc Mac Than. He showed no anger. Instead, he slowly stood and stepped toward her like a stalking black panther. The distance between them was only a few centimeters. He bent his head, his lips close to her ear, his cold breath brushing her neck: “Your scent... it’s intoxicating.” His finger gently traced her cheek, stopping under her chin, lifting it slowly. “Your father owes me. One — your whole family loses their home. Two — you follow me, become ‘collateral.’ Serve me every night until the debt is paid.” Then he bowed his head, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand — sealing a death sentence that was both sweet and terrifying. Luc Mac Than turned and left like a storm of the night. Only Ha Vy remained standing there, hands trembling, heart pounding fiercely. Her eyes held not just anger or resentment... but fear, the collapse of youth, and a life sentence declared on a rainy night.