Chapter 8.5

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Thyron Sebastian

His Pov

"Why Mr. Hamilton?" I shouted into the phone, my voice thick with rage and frustration.

"You didn't state on the contract that Miexha would be involved!" My anger was a roaring inferno, fueled by the limited edition whiskey I'd been guzzling from my father's collection.

Empty bottles littered the floor, alongside shattered glass and cigarette butts, a testament to my despair.

My pet shop, my laboratory, my legacy, was on the brink of collapse, and it was all because of that old, perverted man, Mr. Hamilton.

He chuckled on the other end of the line, his voice smooth and condescending.

"The part about Miexha's involvement was a separate matter, a detail I thought we could discuss later." He made it sound so simple, so casual, as if he wasn't talking about a young woman's fate.

"Her father placed her as a bet in the casino and lost," he continued, as if it were a mere trifle.
"Just a little bonus for my investment."

"Please, just leave her," I pleaded, desperation clawing at my throat.
"Don't do anything to her."

"If you don't want me to cancel my support for your so called Pet Shop, you'll shut up and do as I say," he said, his voice cold and hard.
"You can still have Miexha after I'm done with her." He hung up before I could retort, leaving me reeling with anger and helplessness.

That old man! I couldn't imagine what he would do to Miexha.
She's so innocent, so vulnerable. Even as my girlfriend, she couldn't bring herself to give in to me.
If not for that Zatariel interruption that night, I would have claimed her completely.
I would have impregnated her, just like I promised her father.

I'm her boyfriend, we're getting married next year anyway. It's normal, it's what lovers do. Making love... I just don't understand why she's so scared.

She keeps asking me to break up after my attempt that night.
I've been patiently waiting, but now I don't have a choice.
Her father keeps pressuring me to impregnate her so Mr. Hamilton will lose interest.
We have to do it, even if it's force, even if it breaks her.
She'll understand eventually, that it's better with me, her lover, than with that old man.

I ran a hand through my hair, the frustration and desperation building within me.
I needed to find a way to get Miexha back, to protect her from Mr. Hamilton.

But how?
I had no leverage, no power yet.

I was just a young man with a dream and a growing debt to a ruthless investor.

I needed a plan, a strategy.

I needed a plan, a strategy. I needed to find a way to get Miexha to finally give in to me. After marrying her, I would be managing Wayne Academy, I could pay my debt to that old man, I could access the Garden of Eve's main laboratory, and my chimeras would soon rise.
And I would do whatever it took.

I thought about my pet shop, Chimera Pet Shop.
It was a small business on the outside, but in my laboratory, my passion, my dream, thrived.
I had poured my heart and soul into researching, experimenting, and I was almost there. I refused to let it crumble.

The only way to secure the funding I needed to make it a success was to marry Miexha. Hamilton was a shark, a predator, and I was caught in his teeth. He'd promised me the world, but his price was steep.
I couldn't trust him, not after what he'd done to her father.

I looked at the birthday present I had prepared for her: a bouquet of her favorite lilies and diamond earrings.
They were beautiful, expensive, but they felt hollow. I wanted to give her something real, something that wouldn't be tainted by this whole mess.
But what could I offer her?

Tonight, I am going to force her to have sex with me.
It was part of the deal, the price of her father's freedom.
But the thought of it made my stomach churn.
I couldn't bring myself to touch her, not like this, not when she was so scared.

"Exy, My love," I whispered, the words tasted like ash in my mouth.
"You'll be thanking me, saving you from that old man." And it's true, I am saving her from that old perverted man from this whole nightmare.

But the truth was, I was just as trapped as she was.

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