Marielle's POV 

The first one finished receiving the call and snapped his head towards us, voice filled with urgency. “Brother.. we have to leave. Now!“

“Why?!“ 

He didn't answer. He just started walking towards us and the room fell into tense silence; I could tell that they were conversing through the mindlink.

The second one gently removed my head from his shoulders and they started dressing up. 

My chest thundered against my ribs cage. Why would they leave? I had anticipated what would happen next. If they could fuck me like this with their fingers, then their cocks might… really be the end of me.

When they were done dressing up, they turned back towards me, they eyed me down with hunger.

The second one hand reached out, and gripped my jaw—not tight enough to hurt—but to keep my eyes fixed on his. “Miss bold, we'll be back in thirty minutes to continue what we've started, so don't you dare touch yourself. If you do, we're going to punish you.“

A warmth spread across my heart.

Miss bold?

They are coming back?

Thank Goddess.

“Did you understood?“ The first one growled when I didn't answer. He slapped my breasts hard.

“Yes, Daddies,” I cried out, my eyes watering.

“Good,” he replied, smirking. “So be a good girl and think of ways you can pleasure us until we return.“

“Yes, Daddies.“

The second one leaned down and pressed his lips to the middle of my breasts before they turned and disappeared from the room.

The moment the door slammed shut, I released a long, exasperated sigh and collapsed on the bed.

My pussy was still dripping—sticky as I pressed my thighs together—but I won't touch myself. I don't want Daddies to get angry, but then their words had a way of binding my fingers.

Every minute stretched slowly… that was the longest I had to wait in my entire life. Thirty minutes passed, an hour… two hours and my Daddies are not yet back. My eyes were fixed on the door, hoping—praying—it'd slide open any moment from now.. but it didn't.

A wave of sadness washed down on me.

No one is coming. No one genuinely wants me. Neither Rylan who called me fatty nor the strangers who called me beautiful and bold.

Then the door slide open and a small smile spread across my face, my hope renewed. Oh.. they came back after all.

“Daddies you—”

The words died in my mouth. My mouth and eyes wide open. They aren't the one—it was the hotel staff. Two stunning ladies dressed in white shirts and black pants eyed me down with maskly thin disgust. 

I gritted my teeth in anger. How dare they barged in like that. I quickly wrapped the duvet around my body before I turned back at them. “What the hell—”

“Get out!“ one spat.

“Excuse me?“ I snapped in disbelief.

“The twins has ordered us to throw you out, you whore!“ The other spat.

My brows furrowed in confusion. “Throw me out? They told me to wait here for them.“

“Wait here?“ She repeated, her words tasted bitter on her lips. “They aren't coming back, you slut. Leave now or we're going to throw you out in the street.“

My stomach twisted with barely restrained anger. Whore? Slut? Not coming back? 

I was deceived yet again and it's seems I have been cursed by the Moon Goddess never to find happiness. These strangers were worse than Rylan—they even threw me out on the street when it was already very late and unsafe to move. Never will I trust a man that calls me big, bold and beautiful… because I'm not. This isn't losing confidence.. this is finally accepting who I truly am.

I forced back the tears threatening to spill and without another word, I started throwing on my clothes. When I was done, I stormed out of the room.

I heard the staff hissed behind me.

Outside, I stood by the roadside. No taxi. No one in sight. Just thick darkness and strong wind. I cast wary glances around, my chest pounding in fear. I stared at my phone screen and it was already almost midnight.

“God.. how do I get home?“ I whispered, wrapping a hand around my body to shield myself from the cool air nibbling at my exposed skin.

Then as if the heavens are by my side… I glanced forward and I saw a guesthouse across the street. I sighed in relieved and quickly crossed the road, walking towards it to spend the night there.

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The next morning

“The properties of Silverleaf can't be underestimated,” Professor Naomi—an attractive woman in her early thirties—voice echoed through the room, cutting through the chaos in my mind but still I couldn't concentrate.

My mind keeps going back and forth on the strangers who didn't only leave me hanging but also threw me out in the middle of the night.

Then my phone buzzed against the metal table. I reached for it, my eyes fixed on the screen. It was a message.

'Come to my office. A minute late—and your videos go live,' 

Of course.. it's him—Rylan Ward. My master. The one who owed my fate now. Even during lectures, I had no choice but to comply.

My grip tightened around the device and I imagined it shattering in my grip. Left with no choice, I stood up and raised my hand. 

“Proffessor, I need to use to restroom,” I said, my voice barely audible. 

Professor Naomi didn't reply immediately; her narrowed eyes were just fixed on me like she could tell I was lying. To make it more believable my hand dropped to my stomach.

“I'm having a stomach upset,” I winced in pain.

She waved me away. I bowed and ran out of the hall.

My feet hits the floor sharply as I moved towards his office with barely restrained fury. I yanked the door opened. “What the hell?“ I snapped. “I was in class—”

The words died in my mouth when I saw him and two other men who stood and staring out of the window, turned towards me. 

The men were no other person than strangers from last night.

Dressed in dark fitted shirt and pants. Same piercing eyes. Same sharp jaw.

Yeah… them.

The devils in Armani.

My chest pounded against my rib cage as they stared at me in disbelief. I lowered my head, to avert my eyes from their burning gaze. My fingers dug into my palm like it was the only thing holding me together—preventing me from not disappearing into thin air.

No… no…  what are they doing here?

Rylan walked towards me, smirking truimphantly and his arms wrapped possessively around my waist. Everything inside me screamed in protest but then… I couldn't. 

“So brothers,” Rylan began, voice smooth like silk but it was like a dagger piercing my chest. “Meet Marielle Cross—my ex mate and personal whore.“