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SCARY RULES

CHAPTER 4 SCARY RULES

TERESA’s POV

“The only man you will eventually come to crave and desire!” The declaration dripped with arrogance, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and move away from him.

“I’m Liam Ramaz Pavla” he added, the name rolling off his tongue with an air of pride and cockiness that left me momentarily speechless.

As I processed this shocking revelation, I stared blankly into the air. Here I was, seated next to the most influential and wealthy business man in all of Georgia. My mind raced back to the night I had agreed to exchange my body for money, never imagining it would lead me to someone like him—the very definition of danger.

Of course, only a madman would offer such a staggering amount for a single night. What was I thinking?

“Where are you taking me?” I finally managed to ask, but Liam was too absorbed in a phone call to answer. His deep voice faded in and out, and I caught a glimpse of his wicked grin before he resumed his conversation, clearly oblivious to my presence.

Throughout the drive, he was glued to his phone, discussing nothing but business. The only exception was a brief conversation with his little sister, during which his demeanor softened. But as soon as the call ended, he reverted to his cold, distant self.

After what felt like an eternity, the car slowed, and I peered through the tinted windows. The sight that greeted me was nothing short of breathtaking.

We were approaching what could only be described as a paradise—grand white walls, vibrant green lawns, colorful trees, and a pristine swimming pool glimmering under the sun.

“Let’s go,” his voice pulled me from my reverie. I quickly looked around and noticed his bodyguards stepping out of their vehicles, standing like sentinels.

I knew deep down that escape was futile, but I decided to take a chance. I opened the car door and stepped out, only to find myself seized by a firm hand gripping my left wrist.

“It’s okay, Jared. Don’t drag her too hard; just bring her here,” Liam instructed his bodyguard, who looked at me with wide eyes as if he couldn’t fathom my defiance.

Without hesitation, Liam lifted me effortlessly, carrying me into his mansion. The grand entrance featured a steep white staircase leading up to a stunning four-story building. Scattered around the estate were several round-shaped structures, but Liam headed straight for the main one.

I squirmed in his grip, but a single cold glare from him silenced my resistance, and I settled into his hold.

Once inside, I couldn’t help but admire the opulent décor—tall walls painted in hues of grey, ash, and white, adorned with exquisite chandeliers and luxurious golden artifacts.

With two bodyguards following closely, Liam carried me past the main parlor and through a long corridor into an elevator, where he pressed the button for the fourth floor.

He didn’t set me down until we reached a spacious room filled with scattered documents and a large mahogany table—the unmistakable scent of a home office.

As soon as he released me, I turned to face him. “You’re LIAM RAMAZ PAVLA! Congratulations on your award!” I said laced with heavy sarcasm “So what? Does that give you the right to treat people like trash?”

The beauty of the room faded from my mind, replaced by anger. I wouldn’t tolerate mistreatment; I’d done my part and left, expecting that to be the end of it.

Liam remained unfazed by my outburst. He simply nodded at his bodyguards, who exchanged brief bows before exiting the room. I watched them leave with irritation.

“You should have ordered them to beat me as well—complete the equation,” I taunted.

He paused mid-stride, his attention piqued, but he didn’t turn to look at me. Instead, he continued to his chair, settling into it before fixing his gaze on me.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Are you a pervert? Look! Mr. Man, I’m not a prostitute. I only did it once, and it was with you! I’m not interested in repeating it,” I shot back, but he silenced me with a finger pressed to his lips.

That simple gesture instantly hushed my protests, as if he had reached into my core and muted my defiance.

I glared at him, my body trembling with suppressed anger. I knew my limits—he could have me killed without a second thought, and no one would come looking for me. He was that powerful.

“I’ve given you the liberty to talk since you arrived,” he drawled lazily, reaching for a drink from a small freezer. He poured two tall glasses of chilled juice, extending one toward me.

Despite my parched throat, my pride prevented me from accepting. I shook my head, but he merely smiled, taking a long sip as I watched, my mouth watering at the sight.

“Mr. Liam, let me explain the situation. Seeking me out wasn’t professional. I know what I was paid for, and I—”

The sudden bang on the table interrupted me, nearly sending me reeling. He sat stone-faced, fire burning in his eyes.

“I told you to stop talking! You don’t tell me what to do!” he roared, and I felt as if the heavens were about to collapse upon me. I quickly looked away, tears threatening to spill.

His voice cut through me like a whip, instilling fear and pressure.

“Teresa, do you think I brought you here to chat? Do you think I bring every woman I meet in hotels to my home? You’re the first ever! I can’t think straight when you’re not around!” he yelled again, his obsession clear.

I felt my heart race at his words. What did he want? To relieve himself again? I pressed my legs together at the thought, stepping back instinctively.

“I have a man in my life, Liam, sir. I cannot—” But I fell silent again as he glared at me, a clear warning in his eyes.

“Do I look like I care about the men in your life, Teresa? I don’t want him around anymore. I’m not joking when I say I want you, and you are mine.”

His voice softened, almost seductive, sending chills down my spine.

Tears spilled from my eyes, and I quickly covered my mouth, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“After that night, I just knew. I haven’t felt this way in my life, and you expect me to just let it go? I Liam doesn’t just forget things like this!”

His eyes searched mine, desperation mixing with desire.

“Tears won’t save you. This isn’t a death sentence; it’s a fact you can’t change whether you like it or not!” His commanding tone pierced my ears again.

Dumbfounded and feeling weaker by the second, I absorbed everything he said. I knew fighting against it would be futile, so I pretended to listen, hoping I could escape this gilded cage unscathed.

Once I was free, I would run as far away as possible. He would never see me again.