Owned By The Don

Chapter 4: Goodbye to the Light

Cassandra paid her last visit to her tiny Brooklyn apartment, the familiar creak of the old floorboards sounding like a final goodbye.

The small space looked exactly as it had yesterday, the sagging couch, the bookshelf full of children’s books, the narrow bed where she used to cry herself to sleep. Sunlight streamed through the single window, but everything felt wrong now.

Her father, Samuel Briggs, sat hunched on the couch, face buried in his hands. Bruises darkened his jaw from where Damien’s collectors had already paid a visit. He looked broken.

“I’m so sorry, Cassandra,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I never meant for any of this. The gambling I thought one big win would fix everything. Then the laundering I was stupid. So goddamn stupid.”

Cassandra knelt in front of him, taking his rough hands in hers. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

“Dad, look at me.”

He lifted red-rimmed eyes filled with guilt.

“I made a choice,” she said quietly, forcing her voice to stay steady. “One year. That’s all. The debt disappears. You get to live. That’s what matters.”

Edward shook his head, tears falling. “Not like this. Not you selling yourself to Damien Vale. He’s a monster, Cassandra. I’ve heard what he does to women. What he’ll do to you”

“Then don’t make me regret it,” she cut in, her voice breaking. “Promise me you’ll stay clean. No more gambling. Use the protection he’s giving you and start over. For Mom. For me.”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, shoulders shaking. “I’m so sorry, baby girl. I failed you. If I could take it back”

“You can’t,” Cassandra whispered, hugging him tighter. “So live with it. And live well. That’s the only way this means anything.”

They held each other for several long minutes the last time she would be allowed to touch her father for a year.

Finally, Cassandra pulled away. She wiped his tears with her thumbs, then stood on shaky legs.

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you more than anything,” he choked out. “If you ever get the chance come home.”

She didn’t answer. They both knew the truth: once she belonged to Damien Vale, there might be no coming home as the same person.

Cassandra walked to the door without looking back. If she did, she knew she would break completely.

The hallway smelled of old carpet and someone’s cooking. She descended the stairs slowly. When she reached the street, two of Damien’s men were waiting beside a black SUV.

“Ready, Miss Briggs?” one asked flatly.

Cassandra turned and looked up at the fourth-floor window where her father now stood watching. She raised a trembling hand in a final wave.

Then she climbed into the car.

The door shut with a heavy click. The locks engaged.

As the SUV pulled away, Cassandra pressed her forehead to the tinted window and let the silent tears fall. Her old life, the quiet library, the freedom to walk alone, the simple apartment, faded behind her with every block.

She was being driven straight back to the golden cage.

When the SUV finally stopped in the underground garage beneath Damien’s tower, the same two men escorted her up the private elevator.

The moment the doors opened into the penthouse, Damien was waiting.

He stood in the middle of the luxurious living room, arms crossed, steel-gray eyes scanning her tear-streaked face with dark satisfaction.

“Back so soon, little wife?” he said, voice smooth. “Did you say your goodbyes?”

Cassandra nodded, unable to speak.

Damien stepped closer and tilted her chin up with two fingers.

“Good. From now on, the only man you think about is me.”

He took her hand and led her straight to the master bedroom. Without warning, he pushed her against the wall and yanked her sweater over her head, then stripped off her jeans and panties until she stood naked before him again.

“On the bed,” he ordered. “On your back. Legs spread.”

Cassandra obeyed, heart racing. Damien climbed over her, fully dressed, and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand.

“You cried for your father,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Now you’re going to cry for me.”

He reached between her thighs and found her already wet. A low, satisfied growl escaped him.

“Such a good little slut. Wet even after saying goodbye to your old life.”

He freed his thick c**k and rubbed the head against her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

“Beg me to f**k the pain away.”

Cassandra’s voice trembled. “Please f**k me, Damien.”

He thrust into her in one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

Cassandra cried out at the sudden fullness. Damien set a brutal pace, pounding into her relentlessly while his hand wrapped around her throat.

“This cunt is mine now,” he growled, hips snapping forward. “Every tear, every moan, every drop of c*m all mine.”

Cassandra’s body betrayed her again. Pleasure built fast and violent despite the soreness. She came hard around his c**k, screaming his name as her walls clenched tight.

Damien followed with a guttural groan, flooding her deep with hot c*m.

He stayed inside her, breathing heavy, then pulled back just enough to look into her tear-filled eyes.

“Lesson two,” he whispered. “You don’t cry for anyone else. Only for me.”

He kissed her forehead almost tenderly, then stood and straightened his clothes.

“Shower and rest. Tomorrow your training gets harder.”

Damien left the room, leaving Cassandra lying on the bed, legs spread, his c*m leaking from her abused p***y, heart shattered and body already aching for more of the monster who now owned her completely.