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CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Naya watched helplessly as her few precious belongings scattered on the ground like trash. Her heart twisted in her chest at the sight, a mixture of indignation and despair welling up within her.
“They’re not rags,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.
“They’re all I have left of my old life when I was still a maid”
“Your old life doesn’t matter anymore,” Rhys said, his voice hard and dismissive.
“You’re a part of my world now.”
Naya’s heart sank as Rhys’ words echoed in her mind.
“Your old life doesn’t matter anymore.” Those words carried the weight of a hammer, crushing her spirit and snuffing out any hope she had of finding a way back to her old life for some reason.
Her knees felt weak, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
But she refused to let him see her cry, refused to let him see how much he was hurting her. Instead, she lifted her chin and met his gaze with defiance.
“You wish..” she muttered.
“You know what Naya, you’re so lucky I’m very much interested in you, if not so, you would have lost your tongue the first day we met..” Rhys blurted out in a serious tone.
She was rude and daring. No one ever tried that with him, no one had ever raised their hands on him, but Naya had hit him with a flower vase and he did nothing to her.
She was very lucky and that was something she had no idea about.
Naya’s heart skipped a beat as she heard Rhys’ words.
“Lucky?” she scoffed.
“Lucky that I’m forced to be submissive to a man who doesn’t even respect me and would toss me away someday? Lucky that I’ve been ripped away from my life, my future, my entire life?” she painstakingly asked as Rhys’ jaw worked.
“I’m your future Naya..” he pointed out seriously. She belonged to him and no one else.
“So get used to it..”
Naya’s blood ran cold at his words.
“Get used to it.” It sounded like a threat, like a promise that he would never let her go. And in that moment, Naya realized that she had no choice but to accept her fate.
She knew that fighting against Rhys was futile, that he would never let her go. But that didn’t mean she had to give up completely. No, she would find a way to make the best of her situation, to find some kind of happiness even in the darkness of her new life and mans things go how she wanted.
“Can I ask a question, Rhys?” She began as she bit her lips hard.
“Do you like me?” She grilled, fixing her eyes on him as she wanted to know if he was doing all of it because he liked her or something.
But he would have approached her with respect not subjecting her to be his bed warmer in front of everyone.
“Do you have feelings for me?” She asked alone as her heart raced, in anticipation for his reply.
One part of her wanted to hear him say he liked her genuinely because a side of her still felt a soft spot for Rhys, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but hate him.
“No” Short and concise, came Rhys reply as Naya froze.
The single word, “No,” hit Naya like a punch to the gut.
All of her hopes and dreams, all of her secret desires, were crushed in an instant. She was nothing more to him than a tool to be used, a possession to be controlled.
Her heart broke into a thousand pieces as she struggled to keep her composure. But she refused to let him see how deeply his words had wounded her. Instead, she lifted her chin and fixed him with a hard stare.
“Then what do you want from me?” she demanded, her voice sharp and cold.
“What else do you think I want from you?” His face was expressionless as he said those words.
“Sex?” Naya muttered unsure if that was what he really wanted from her.
“Sex?” Rhys repeated the word as if tasting it on his tongue.
“That is one thing I want from you, yes. But it is not the only thing.”
He moved closer to her, his gaze sharp and intense.
“I want your obedience, your loyalty, your devotion. I want you to bend to my will, to become my perfect submissive. And if you fail, if you refuse to submit to me…” he paused, letting the unspoken threat hang in the air between them.
“… then I will make your life a living hell,” Rhys finished, his voice low and dangerous.
“I will strip away your privileges, your possessions, everything you hold dear. I will make you regret the day you ever defied me.”
Naya’s heart was racing, her hands trembling with fear and anger. She knew he was not bluffing; he was a powerful man who could easily make good on his threats. But she refused to back down, refusing to give up her dignity and her pride.
“And if I obey? What then?”
Rhys gave her a wolfish smile as if he had been waiting for her to ask that question.
“If you obey,” he said, his voice a seductive purr, “then I will reward you.”
He reached out, running a finger along the curve of Naya’s cheek.
“You will have all the luxuries and comforts a submissive of my status could desire. You will be dressed in the finest silks, dined on the finest food, treated with the utmost respect.”
“And if I don’t want it?” She asked softly.
“If you do not want it?” Rhys’ smile turned into a sneer, and his voice turned cold as ice. “Then you will be punished.”
He leaned in close to Naya, his eyes boring into hers as he whispered, “And I can be very creative when it comes to punishment.”
Naya shivered at his words, her mind racing with all the possible horrors he could inflict on her.
She knew that she was walking a tightrope, that one wrong move could send her spiraling into oblivion.
“That’s enough questions for today..” he moved backward as he fixed his eyes on the clothes on the floor.
“We should do something about your rags,” he said meaningfully as Naya snapped a gaze at him. She was at a loss for words and didn’t even know what to say anymore.
“My rags?” Naya repeated, her voice shaking with anger and humiliation.
“Well I love my rags a lot, I enjoy being the maid I used to be”
Rhys shrugged, his face impassive. “Your old life is gone. You are no longer that person. You are mine now, and you will dress and behave accordingly.”
Naya’s fists clenched at her sides, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“You should get a set of new clothes..” he pursed his lips.
“We should go shopping together..” he added with a sly smile on his face.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.
Naya’s eyes widened in shock at his words. “Shopping? Together?” she stammered, unable to believe what she was hearing.
Rhys nodded, his expression smug and self-satisfied. “Yes, shopping. You are the lady of this house, and as such, you need to look the part. And what better way to do that than to go shopping with me?”
Naya’s stomach churned at the thought of spending time with him, of letting him parade her around like a prize.
“I don’t want to..” she immediately refused as she shook her head.
“You don’t have a choice, meet me downstairs in five minutes and trash these rags..” he instructed as he walked out of the room, immediately after leaving Naya there.
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