She pushed herself up from the floor and rushed toward him, her tears returning as anger filled her voice.
Her fists struck his chest again and again.
"You killed my family!" she screamed, her voice shaking with grief. "Why am I still alive then?!"
She hit him harder, though it barely seemed to affect him.
"Just kill me too!" she shouted. "You monster!"
Damien's expression barely changed.
With ease, he grabbed both of her wrists, stopping her attacks instantly.
His grip was firm.
Unbreakable.
Their eyes locked.
"Did you forget something?" Damien asked quietly.
His voice had lost its mocking tone. Now it was cold.
"Your father didn't kill me either… when he destroyed my family."
Aria froze.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Damien leaned slightly closer to her, his gaze sharp and unforgiving.
"I watched my parents get slaughtered right in front of my eyes," he continued. "And your father walked away from it like nothing happened."
His grip on her wrists tightened slightly.
"So I'm returning the favor."
Aria's lips trembled.
"I'm keeping you alive," Damien finished coldly.
He released one of her wrists but kept hold of the other.
"As my personal servant."
His eyes slowly scanned her outfit.
"The one who will attend to all my needs."
Aria lowered her head slowly.
Tears continued to fall down her cheeks.
Of course...This was revenge.
What else had she expected?
For him to forget watching his parents die?For him to forgive the man responsible?
That would never happen.
"You said I'm no longer a Wilson," Aria blurted out suddenly, her voice trembling as tears continued rolling down her cheeks. "Then that means I can't be your servant, right? Now let me go, Damien!"
Her chest rose and fell heavily as she tried to steady her breathing.
I'm still pregnant, she thought desperately, pressing her trembling hand against her stomach. If I want to give birth to my baby safely, I have to leave this place.
Her mind raced as fear tightened around her heart.
Nothing else matters right now. I can think about everything else later… but first I need to escape from this place.
"It doesn't matter, Aria," Damien replied calmly.
His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.
"I chose you. And now you're here."
With that, he turned away from her and walked toward a chair in the room.
Damien lowered himself onto the large three-seater sofa, leaning back comfortably as if the entire situation bored him.
Meanwhile, Aria remained standing in front of him, her fists clenched tightly by her sides.
"You're not like the other servants in this mansion," Damien continued, his voice carrying a faint hint of mockery. "You're only my bedroom servant."
Aria's heart skipped violently.
Her eyes widened slightly.
What does he mean by that…?
Her mind immediately filled with terrible possibilities.
Please don't let it be what I'm thinking…
Damien noticed the tension in her face and scoffed lightly.
"Relax," he said dismissively. "Bedroom servant simply means that everything you handle in this mansion will be related to my bedroom."
He gestured lazily around the room as he explained.
"You'll arrange the room. Help me get dressed. Serve my food. Clean whatever needs cleaning here. That kind of thing."
He paused briefly before adding with a small smirk,
"And besides… you'll be paid for every service you render. Just like you used to pay me."
"Twenty thousand dollars a month even though all you gave me was two dollars," Damien said casually.
Aria stared at him for a moment before letting out a scoff.
"Why exactly are you doing this?" she demanded. "You want me to handle your room… serve your food…"
She folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. "You're not scared I'll poison it and run away?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Damien rose from the sofa.
Aria stiffened as he slowly walked toward her, his steps screaming danger.
"You're not bold enough to do that, Aria," Damien replied quietly, his tone serious.
When he stopped in front of her, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear.
The sudden touch sent a sharp shiver down her spine.
Her body reacted before she could stop it.
Aria swallowed nervously.
"Just… let me go, please, Damien," she whispered weakly.
Her voice cracked as she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him.
"I know I've been cruel to you before," she continued, her shoulders shaking as she cried. "And my father… he was even worse."
She looked up at him desperately.
"But please… I'm begging you."
Her voice trembled with desperation.
"You've already had your revenge. You even became the new Mafia Lord. Haven't you gotten enough already?"
Damien stared down at her silently.
For a moment, the room felt painfully quiet.
Then he finally spoke.
"You belong to me, Aria."
His voice was low and cold.
Without another word, he turned away from her.
"I'm not a thing!" Aria yelled as she remained on the floor, tears streaming down her face as she watched him walk away.
After a few steps, Damien stopped.
Without turning around, he spoke again.
"Come over here and get me dressed."
His voice sounded calm, almost bored.
"I have a meeting to attend."
Aria scoffed quietly as she lifted her gaze toward him.
But the moment she looked up, her breath caught in her throat.
Her eyes widened in shock.
The white towel that had been wrapped around Damien's waist earlier was gone.
Now he stood there without a single trace of clothing, completely unbothered by his state.
Aria's face immediately flushed with anger and embarrassment.
"Why are you so shameless?!" she shouted as she quickly jumped to her feet and turned her back toward him.
"What is there to be ashamed of?" Damien replied calmly behind her.
"It's not like you haven't seen it before."
His words made Aria freeze.
Her throat suddenly felt dry.
"And you've even had it inside you before," he added bluntly.
Aria's legs weakened instantly as her pink enclave even reacted to Damien's words.
Memories she didn't want to recall rushed into her mind.
And she hated it.