Chapter Three
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The room beyond the hall smelled faintly of perfume and cigarette smoke, laughter spilling out from the bar downstairs. Zara tried to shrink into herself, heels clicking softly against the floor, but she couldn’t escape the weight of every gaze lingering on her.
Jayden Blackwood’s eyes caught hers instantly. Cold. Sharp. Calculating. He didn’t smile, didn’t hesitate. He didn’t flirt. He didn’t waste time.
“Come,” he said, voice clipped, every syllable a command.
Zara’s stomach dropped. She obeyed.
The other girls watched as he passed them, their hopeful smiles faltering under his piercing gaze. None dared speak. Even the madam, usually brimming with control, held her tongue.
Zara’s heart raced. She tried to disappear into the shadows, but it was impossible. Every step toward him felt like walking into a storm.
He didn’t look at her as he reached her. “You,” he said.
“Yes,” she managed, her voice barely audible.
He tilted his head slightly. “Follow me.”
No one questioned him.
“Why did he choose her??”
“She’s not even pretty.”
“I’m way sexier than she is”...
The girls murmured among themselves as Zara disappeared with Jayden into the hallways.
Mina on the other hand, was left feeling proud like a big sis. “I’ve always known there's something special about her,” she murmured to herself.
The madam couldn't wait to reap bountifully on Zara. This is such a big client.
The hallway stretched before them, dimly lit and oppressive. Zara kept her eyes on the floor, heels tight against the ground. She could feel his presence behind her, silent but immense. Her pulse thrummed in her ears.
Why me? She thought. Why not one of the others?
He stopped at the door marked 7. Without a word, he opened it and stepped inside. Zara followed, every muscle tense.
The room was big. It was like he already knew what fit his status. City lights filtered through the curtains, faint and cold.
Jayden didn’t close the door immediately. He stood by it, still observing, still calculating. Zara perched on the edge of the bed, hands clenching her skirt, willing herself to stay small, invisible.
“You’ll stay,” he said flatly.
“I—”
“No talking unless spoken to,” he interrupted, tone sharp.
Zara swallowed hard. Of course. Obey. Survive.
After locking the door, he walked past the bed, letting his shadow fall over her. There was a subtle heat in the room, not from him, but from the tension between them. She could almost feel the weight of his control pressing against her.
He stood by the window, eyes fixed on the city beyond, as if it belonged to him. For a split second, it looked as though he was contemplating what he was about to do. All he knew was that he needed to clear his head.
“Strip,” he said finally, voice low and commanding.
Her heart almost dropped in her mouth. No man had ever asked her to strip before. They always do it themselves. But… she knew she couldn't disobey. Hands trembling, she began to take off her few pieces of clothing one by one till she was in her birthday suit.
Minutes passed. Zara tried not to breathe too loud. The air was thick, almost suffocating. She could feel the energy radiating from him — dominance, precision, ruthlessness. She had no idea what she had walked into.
Then he moved towards her.
“Sit and spread your legs."
She was confused but she obeyed.
“Now, touch yourself."
Zara flinched slightly. Every word felt like an assessment. She felt exposed, but strangely, she couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze. She began to touch herself, staring into his eyes that seemed to have a hold on her.
He undressed swiftly and just as she was about to explode, he plunged himself into her….
******
Her thoughts were interrupted by the low hum of his phone vibrating on the bedside table. He answered swiftly, his voice dropping into a clipped, businesslike tone.
“Hello boss”
“Yes, Azrael,” he said. The name was sharp, controlled. Loyal. Efficient. Always calm.
Zara froze mid-breath.
“You’re sure of the timeline?” Jayden asked. His back was to her, but every movement radiated tension.
“Yes, sir,” came the measured reply. “The heiress—Selene—has fled with her lover. You have less than a week to marry, or you risk losing everything. All holdings, all assets, the empire… everything is tied to this arrangement. If you fail, Starlight Media collapses.”
Zara’s stomach dropped.
Everything… she thought. He’s not just rich. He’s trapped. Dangerous, trapped, and desperate.
Jayden’s jaw tightened. “I understand. Proceed as planned.”
“Understood, sir.”
He ended the call abruptly, tossing the phone aside. Zara’s pulse thundered.
She realized, with a clarity that made her chest ache, that this was a man who had no room for error. Every move was calculated. Every action had consequences. And she was now part of the equation.
I could use this, she thought. I can gain protection. Money. Safety. Escape. Freedom.
Her mind raced through possibilities. She imagined herself leaving the brothel for good, wearing clothes that didn’t smell like smoke, walking into a life that offered more than scraps and survival. Her pulse quickened as she mapped it all out, step by step, calculation by calculation.
He needs to marry. I need out. I can make this work.
Slowly, deliberately, she rose from the bed. He turned his head slightly, catching her movement.
“I’ll marry you,” she blurted.
The words hung in the air.
Jayden’s gaze was steady, unreadable. His lips pressed into a thin line, as though processing something far bigger than her simple statement.
The room seemed to shrink around them. Shadows from the lamp stretched long and sharp, slicing across her face. Every breath she took was loud in the silence.
Zara realized the magnitude of what she had just said. This was not a surrender of emotion. Not yet. This was survival. Strategy. Power.
He stood still, analyzing her with those piercing eyes, dark and unreadable. For the first time, she felt like he saw her—not as a girl from the brothel, not as a body to be used, but as a calculation, a player, a potential asset.
Her chest tightened, but she didn’t shrink back. Not this time.
This is my choice now, she thought. I’m taking control, even if it’s just a little.
Jayden finally spoke. His voice was calm, icy, measured. “Bold.”
Zara didn’t respond. She only waited, pulse racing, stomach tight.
And in that frozen, silent moment, the room felt charged, dangerous, and alive with possibility.
Everything had shifted. Nothing would ever be the same.
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