My Psycho Billionaire

First Scratch

The bed creaked as my body was thrown effortlessly onto the mattress. I felt terribly stiff, especially a slight ache in my back and the back of my head.

I was shocked that Rovano had treated me so roughly. This was no way for a man to treat a woman.

Rovano pulled out a pocket knife; his face looked cold and frozen, and I could feel that grim aura returning. Terrifying—is he really human?

I scrambled as far away as I could when I saw Rovano fiddling with the knife. Backing away with difficulty, my movements felt sluggish because I was terrified.

What does he want with that knife?

Rovano’s sly gaze and cynical smile made cold sweat suddenly trickle down my temples.

My heart was pounding, fear spreading throughout my body, as if flowing through every blood vessel. All I could think of now was that I might die at the hands of this madman.

Rovano managed to leap onto me in a single bound onto the bed; the folding knife was now almost touching my right cheek.

Bloody hell, this is absolutely terrifying, someone, please help me!

“Please, don’t hurt me,” I begged him, my tears flowing once more.

“Didn’t you tell my father that you liked me? You even kissed me in the back garden, you slept with me here, and you were the first man to take me away. Put that knife away!” I finally shouted in panic.

Rovano’s hand froze just as the tip of the knife was about to touch my cheek. I almost grabbed Rovano by the collar. Trying to fight him, even though I couldn’t do it.

“Shh, no need to shout. We’re at the Villa, not at a concert.”

I turned my face away, but Rovano pulled my chin back so our faces were aligned again and I could see this psychopath’s face clearly.

His sly smile was terrifying, like a hungry lion ready to pounce on its prey.

“Usually I finish off my prey without mercy, using a bigger knife and locking them in a dark room.”

Was my life really going to end here?

“P-please, I don’t want to die, Sir...” I whispered to him, my voice barely audible.

“Didn’t you just say you didn’t care whether you were kidnapped or not? So shut your mouth,” Rovano ordered in a very firm tone.

His expression changed drastically; what had been like that of a starving lion was now blank, his gaze cold and piercing.

Cold—I could feel the other side of the pocket knife pressing against my cheek. But Rovano hadn’t yet pressed its sharp edge against my skin.

Rovano pulled my hand away from his collar so that it hung by my side.

My pink dress was in disarray; even my thighs were clearly visible now.

Rovano’s eyes shifted there for a moment before returning to stare at me sharply.

“Have you never interacted with a man before?” asked Rovano with an irritating smile.

“Of course I have; some of the servants in my house are men, but they’re not like you,” I replied.

“My personal servants touch me gently, not roughly like this.”

The knife was now moving towards the cleavage of my dress.

“All this time you’ve been living with your grandmother and stepmother—where is your mother? Where has Alice gone?” Rovano asked again.

How could he know the name of my biological mother, whom I’ve never even met?

No one knows about this. About the fact that I’m the illegitimate child of the Ashford family.

"How do you know who my biological mother is?"

"I know everything about you, Valerie," Rovano whispered to me.

"You... You’ve been gathering information about me?"

"Of course, I could easily get hold of it because I sent some of my men, disguised as servants, to keep an eye on you, Valerie."

My crying had no effect on him; he kept bringing the knife closer to me, as if waiting for the right moment to use it.

Rovano took a deep breath; he was still scrutinising every detail of my body intently.

For a moment he stopped what he was doing; I could breathe a little easier now. Could it be that he was thinking of not hurting me?

My mind was in complete turmoil. Why on earth did he have to bring up my biological mother, whom I’d never even met?

I gave up; I couldn’t run away, let alone fight him. I had no strength left.

Suddenly, Rovano moved so quickly I didn’t even realise it.

Rip!

Rovano ripped my dress from top to bottom; I immediately covered my body with both hands, my bra and panties now clearly visible.

"What the hell are you doing now?!"

Now his hand was on my stomach. He gently stroked my stomach; his gaze seemed to be asking for something more.

“Let me go!” I tried to break free again, but Rovano held my legs so I couldn’t move.

Rovano slapped my left thigh hard enough to leave a red mark, and I screamed. Rovano tore a little more of my dress and stuffed it into my mouth!

My screams were muffled.

“Wait a moment, I’ll give you a mark.”