Sofia's POV"Checkmate..." I chuckled lightly as I kicked my opponent's king piece from the cheese board.Slowly, my eyes tilt up to see the eyes of the macho men on me from the different angles they hung around.Tedros still had an angered look plastered on his face because I defeated him twice already.It's Sunday evening. Days after Mr. Pompous left the mansion.I thought he would return today since Teresa claimed he was away until the end of the just concluded week but there has been no sight of him.All these days, I've been making dinner for his men in the building, and at first, it was challenging.They looked down on me thinking I was their Boss' pet but I did not argue.They had no idea I was still a prisoner.They barely eat the first night I prepared and claimed that the meal tasted bad.Teresa says it was good and I had a taste too.I came up with the plan where I cook but Teresa pretends she did and serve them as she usually does.As expected, they hailed her and complime

Sofia's POV'Do you have anything new?' After sending the message, I scrolled through my recent chat with Sarah on the dark web and noticed something from the information she had given me the last time.I completely believed the devil in an Armani suit was responsible and did not think much about the mercenaries.Sarah says the information she got says they were Italian mercenaries with classified weapons and the underground government of California had allowed them to escape after the operation.According to Sarah, they might be after some high-tech material but that does that warrant the killing of people.What tech material would be there in the first place?These are many questions I would think about if I didn't hear Sonia spill the truth while thinking Mr. Pompous had received the call.The one thing that rang like a bell was that the only reason I'm not dead is because I'm in Mr Pompous' territory where those mercenaries cannot come. That answers the question of who they came

It wasn't just the story of a random person. It was Sonia Quinn's.She saw the look on my face and slowly nodded with a bitter smile, "Yes. It's me. I always wanted to kill him even if I died doing it... His men raped me 551 times and he did 49 times... I've been counting each time they had their way. I know I was never going to be the same person at the end of it, I was a broken useless woman and he really thinks a few days of love from him would magically brainwash me. You know people say after they take revenge they don't feel any better or different, yes, I was still the same woman who would be forever ashamed to be with a good man knowing-- " She halts sharply and shook her head, "My virginity is not restored, my life would only get worse but at least, I made the world one less of a bad monster like him. I don't care if his emotion towards me was truly changed. His family did not kill me, instead, they kept me with the plan to do it once I delivered his child, the heir of the fam

Sofia's POV Before I realized what was going on, my hands have been cuffed to the headboard restricting the movement of my arms. Holy shit! What are handcuffs doing in his bedroom? Was he an undercover cop or something? I dared not mention a word about it. All I could do was run my eyes around his fine frame and be mesmerized by it. I was high on his man. Mr. Pompous cuffed my legs to the lower edges of the bed before plucking off the needle attached to his wrist.I gasped in shock and couldn't help but say, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The bag was half filled, meaning he needed to get everything into his system but he just interrupted the transfusion process.His frame hovered over my still body and he sniffed my neck like a predator preparing to devour a terrified prey.The thought of struggling with his cuffs did not even flash through my head for a moment.If this happened days before, I'll scream like a scaredy fox and feared he would do something bad to me.Prob

Sofia's POV"Fvck! Come back here, hey!" I've been cursing under my breath since he left me here but there has been no sign of him yet.The generated pleasure within me had settled down but I was still mad because he did not finish with me or at least let me finish myself.He fvcking turned me on, touched me expertly, and then walked away so I can cry.That's his punishment.The only way he'll dive on with me was if I went down on my knees like he wants.It was something to consider now.Not just for the pleasure of the flesh, I wanted him so badly around me but I'm unsure of what my heart feels.I don't want to get my heart shattered in the end.In essence, I don't trust Mr. Pompous yet to surrender myself to him.I finally grew tired of screaming and saved myself of my energy because my approach wasn't working.He was probably out of the building or having a smoke in the living room.Just someplace where he wouldn't hear my voice.That freaking De-- keeps giving me a reason to call