100. Mae

Fifty million. Fifty fucking million is what Lade's aide and some other guy placed on the separating table in between the sofas where Lade and Leo sat.

Leo didn't count the money. Maybe because it was too much to start to count, I don't know but he didn't ask Pete to bother counting it. He just gave Lade an "If this isn't what you said it is, I'll kill you and take her back" look.

I swear I'm still not certain of why Leo wants me to kill Lade when he could do ur himself. He had told me Lade's father murdered my father, so maybe this is me getting the revenge he forced me to train and prepare for.

I don't care at this point. I just want to kill Lade and get away from Leo as soon as possible. He's doing something to me that I can't comprehend and I don't want to know what, or why, I just want to go far from him. And the only way to do that without him coming back for me is killing Lade and earning my freedom.

I sat alone in the back of the car and listened to my loud breathing. It was just me and the driver in one of the cars following Lade's convoy.

This was it. I either died doing this or I killed Lade, that was the only two ways to do it. The cars of the convoy all slowed when we got to a gigantic gate and my heart skipped.

We were at Lade's residence, I think. I was about to get out of the car when I saw Lade walk into his mansion with his phone to his ear. He walked past me without sparing a glance my way. It made me wonder if I was a gem like Leo said.

I was escorted to a room and left alone when I got there. I sat on the bed and waited for minutes, expecting Lade to pop in anytime but he didn't so I started to look around.

Most of the cabinets and drawers were empty, even the wardrobe. It was enough to tell that no one was staying in the room so I was probably just shown to a random room in the mansion.

Footsteps. I heard someone's footsteps, solid and steady as they approached the room I was in. Shit. I closed every drawer I had opened while checking the room out and ran back to sit on the bed as quietly as I could.

The door opened and there he was, Lade. He looked around the room first, as if he knew what I was doing before I heard his footsteps. And then he brought his eyes back to where I sat. I didn't look him back in the eye, Leo said I had to look helpless so I blinked multiple times while frequenting my looks between the floor and the door he just opened but not at him.

After what seemed like making up his mind to do what he was about to, he walked in and closed the door, then he leaned his back against the door.

I could only imagine the thoughts going on in his head knowing he could decide to do anything he wanted to me after buying me.

"Miss Yrote," he snickered. "That's what he calls you right?"

I found myself staring right back at him when he asked that. He had a new scar on his face. It looked like someone slashed across his face with a sharp knife but then it wasn't very deep. The scar would normally make me more scared of him but somehow, I wanted to laugh.

I didn't dare laugh out loud, that could bring me closer to my death. I just kept a straight face and let the laughter choke me silently.

That laughter dissipated when he said, "Take off your clothes."

I didn't budge from where I sat but when he didn't say or do anything after some time, I knew he wasn't about to repeat himself. I had done this with Leo before and could very much guess what would happen if I disobeyed.

Swallowing before getting on my feet, I tried to give myself the confidence to do what I was about to do. I should have just worn a fucking bra while dressing up.

Silently sighing, I slid my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to my heels. Then I just stood there waiting for his disgusting eyes to eat me up but he surprised me. His eyes didn't immediately go to my breasts which were pointing at him, his eyes were still fixed on my face.

I lost the little boost of confidence I had given myself when he came to me and started to circle me slowly. He was looking at my body, but not really looking. It felt like I had swallowed a diamond and he was checking for the right spot to cut me through to get it out of me.

He stopped behind me and held my hair up to stop them from touching my neck and back and just when I thought he was taking a look at the neck chain I had on, he asked something that gave me a hint on what he had been doing.

"When last did he fuck you?" His tone was pretty rough, rough enough that I didn't let the automatic 'who?' on the edge of my tongue escape. It had to be Leo he was asking about.

I decided I would just be quiet and see what happened next till he pulled my hair in his wrapped fist to repeat his question.

"N-never," I answered. What I planned to say was 'he never did' but I figured out my tongue might fall off before I finished the short sentence so I settled for 'never'.

I thought giving him an answer would make him loosen his grip on my hair but I think my answer only irritated him.