Chapter 3 Trapped in the Lion’s Den
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The man took the check, nodded silently, and headed downstairs.
Aeron stepped forward, his expression calm and respectful. “President Leng, everything has been arranged.”
Leon responded with a slight hum, dismissing him with a flick of his hand. “You may leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
Aeron nodded and disappeared down the hallway.
Leon elegantly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and then turned his head slightly toward the grand staircase. The corner of his lips curled into a slow, unreadable smile.
Katherine awoke to an unsettling silence.
A strange scent—masculine and rich—lingered in the air. She sat up abruptly, her pulse pounding as she instinctively checked her clothes. They were still intact.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she took in her surroundings. The bedroom was extravagant—deep brown tones, sleek furniture, and an aura of dominance woven into its design. It was undeniably a man’s space.
She pressed a hand to her temple, trying to piece together what had happened before she lost consciousness. Had she been kidnapped? But if that were the case, why bring her somewhere like this? No ransom demands, no restraints.
Had her father orchestrated this, dragging her back home?
No… That didn’t feel right, either.
Frustrated, she searched her pockets until her fingers wrapped around her phone. Relief flooded her, only to vanish the moment she saw no signal.
Katherine groaned in frustration, gripping the useless device before tossing it onto the bed.
She stumbled to the window, yanking open the curtains. What she saw took her breath away.
The endless stretch of deep cerulean sea. Waves shimmered under the moonlight, a beautiful but inescapable prison.
A seaside villa.
She tried the window. Locked. Firm. Secure.
A sinking dread settled in her stomach.
Katherine pounded her fist against the door. “Hello?! "Is anyone there?” Her voice rang through the empty room. “Where is this? Let me out!”
Silence.
The room was so still that she could hear the rapid beat of her own heart. The eerie quiet wrapped around her like an invisible hand, squeezing tighter.
Her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten in hours. How long had she been unconscious?
She slumped against the door, running her hands through her hair in frustration. “Who the hell did I piss off?”
Time blurred.
Exhaustion overtook her, and with no other choice, she curled up beneath the blankets.
Somewhere in the haze of sleep, a strange sensation swept over her.
An icy hand.
The warmth around her disappeared as the blanket was ruthlessly yanked away.
Her body tensed. Then, stiff lips against her skin.
An icy touch roamed over her, tracing slow, possessive paths.
A nightmare. It had to be.
Katherine stirred, instinctively pushing against the solid warmth above her. A low groan escaped her lips. “Stop… Don’t…”
A deep chuckle—low, haunting, dangerous.
“Didn't you want this?”
The voice sent a shiver down her, dark and mocking, like a specter whispering in her ear.
Her dazed mind struggled to comprehend.
“Who are you?” Her voice trembled. “Why did you bring me here?" What do you want from me?”
In the darkness, she saw nothing but the vague silhouette of a tall, broad figure. His presence was overpowering, suffocating.
“Ah—” A sharp pain jolted through her. Katherine gasped, her body instinctively recoiling. “You bastard! Let me go!”
His grip tightened.
“Keep screaming,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “I’d love to hear how much you enjoy this.”
His words sent ice through her veins.
Katherine knew at that instant he was a monster.
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