The Billionaire's Authentic Daughter ▶️

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I didn't have any more unpleasant interactions with Ajax. It was like he was actively trying to leave me alone. That made me happy. I really didn't want anything to do with him.

I noticed he started spending his time working on something and I was actually glad he wasn't wasting his time being unproductive. I could see he was working hard which was a little surprising because it seemed like it came out of nowhere.

I started to feel that the days were a little more bearable after that. Just like that, two weeks passed and I was looking forward to seeing Braxton again after more than a month.

Just a day before he was supposed to return, I got a call from him.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked when I picked up his call before the second ring.

"I'm good. The tour's over and I'll finally be home after a long time. How are things with Ajax? He he giving you too much trouble?"

"No, it's fine. He's just...a little messy. But we do our own thing and don't bother each other so it's all good."

"Once I get home, I'll get him a deal with one of the producers and he'll be gone." He promised. "I know how he can be so I'm really sorry you have to bear with him."

"No, no. Why are you apologizing for your friend? Please, don't. It's really nothing. Um...so you're coming home tomorrow?" I didn't realize how hopeful and excited I sounded and I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment from that.

"Unfortunately, my manager is holding me back for some work that can be done even after I return but I don't know, she's insisting I stay for one more day so I'm going to return the day after tomorrow."

I was disappointed that I will have to wait for more twenty-four hours. "Oh, I see. So the whole Astronomical Beats is being held back for one more day?"

He huffed. "Annoyingly, I'm the only one being held back. The other three have done their work and so won't even wait for me to finish. Some friends I have."

I chuckled. "They must have missed their homes."

"Well, I miss my home too. Anyway, so now the tour's over and I'm coming home soon, will I get to hear you sing?"

"Yes," I said, my heart bursting with joy and adrenaline at the prospect of singing in front of him. "Yes, Braxton. I'm ready to sing. I've been practicing long and hard and I promise to not disappoint you." I said, squeezing the phone with both my hands.

"Wow, I'm going to complete whatever's left here and hop on the earliest flight back home that I can catch."

"Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance to sing for someone like you. It's a blessing."

"Hey, come on, now you're just making me sound like a God."

"You're not less than that in music." I said quietly.

"I'm so happy that...you think I'm that good. Not to brag but it's like I never fully realized I was amazing at what I do."

"Tell me when you don't feel confident enough and I'll be happy to remind you."

"No, that will just make me an egotistical douche. But still I'd like to hear you say that once in a while."

"Okay, I'll do that."

We talked for a few more minutes before we hung up to let him get back to work.

The next day around six, I was cutting up a pomegranate for myself when I heard the front door rattle. Ajax wasn't home and I thought he was the one at the door but when I heard more than one footsteps, I stopped what I was doing.

I doubted that Ajax had brought someone over because he hadn't for the three weeks that he had been here.

I cautiously walked out of the kitchen with the knife held in front me for protection.

I could hear someone talking but I didn't recognize the voice, further making it clear that this was an intruder and not Ajax. I didn't know if he had locked the door behind him before he left.

The moment I stepped into the living room as quietly as I could, I saw the three figures standing there, however because of the bright lights behind them, their features were completely masked in darkness preventing me from identifying them.

"Who are you?" I asked, knife held before me should they try to harm me.

"Who the fuck is this?" I heard a man exclaim.

"Is that blood?!" Another male voice but much softer said and I heard a gasp from the third person who was a woman.

I knew they were referring to the knife in my hand which was still covered in pomegranate juice.

Before I could deny that, the more built and broad chested man unexpectedly pounced on me.

I shrieked when he forced me on the ground and held my head down so my chin touched the floor. I didn't sit still and thrashed around wildly to free myself while continuing to scream for help even after realizing that the maids had gone home long ago and there was no one to help me.

The woman bent over me and wrapped her fingers around my wrist before prying my grip off the knife. I felt my last hope leave my body as she snatched away the knife.

Surprisingly even myself, I managed to break free from the man before again getting dragged back down.

"Ttong [Shit], what do we do?" The other man fumbled around for something.

"Get her to shut up." He snapped back.

"Here," the woman said and I wondered what she handed him to do the job. My heart gripped with fear.

"Yes, do it. Just don't kill her." The man who had pinned me down encouraged.

"Sesang-e! [Oh my God!] I can't."

"Just do it!"

"Jeongmal mianhae!" [I'm so sorry!]

Right after that I felt a hard and heavy thing hit my forehead. I saw stars before my eyes and a throbbing pain burned the side of my head. I felt sticky hot liquid flowing down my face before my eyes rolled to the back of my head and then everything was dark.

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