[TRIGGER WARNING: Please this chapter contains attempted rape content. Please if you're sensitive to such content, I advise you skip this chapter]
The helicopter landed on the roof of Roshan's mansion and he helped Reina step out.
"Careful". He said as she got out.
They got into the elevator arriving at the bottom floor. The elevator slid open, revealing a Vista that stole Reina's breath. It wasn't merely a house, it was a freaking palace. A vast, vaulted foyer stretched before her, its marble floor reflecting the light of crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen starlight. The walls were paneled in dark, polished wood. The staircase was grand, its railings forged in intricate gold pattern, swept upward like a frosty wave. Reina felt as though she had stepped into a dream.
"Sébastien!". Roshan called for his butler and immediately, a man came rushing in.
"Yes master". He stood tall, his slender frame encased in a crisp black suit, complete with a starched white shirt and a bow tie that seemed to gleam in the dim light. His dark eyes were piercing, yet courteous.
"Get Reina settled in her room". Roshan ordered.
"Let me know if you need anything okay?". He said gently to her and she nodded and followed Sébastien upstairs.
Reina's room was a sanctuary fit for a queen. The walls, bathed in a soft lavender, her absolute favorite, wrapped around her like a gentle embrace. A king sized bed covered in silk sheets stood at the center. A plush white chaise lounge nestled near the window overlooking a sprawling garden. Delicate crystal lamps cast a warm, inviting glow, highlighting the intricate patterns woven into the thick, plush carpet. This room was every girl's dream and Reina can't believe she has this room all to herself. It was a billion times better than her room at her uncle's. She wouldn't call that a room, it was more like a dank, cramped cell with an aura of despair that seemed to suffocate all who entered.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes miss Reina". Sébastien's voice startled Reina. She completely forgot he was still there.
"Oh Uhm okay. Thank you sir". Reina replied.
"No, no milady. My master will have my head if he hears you address me as such. Please call me Sébastien".
Sébastien quickly peeped out the door to check if his master was in any way around. He wiped the imaginary beads of sweat from his face and sighed in relief as Roshan was nowhere to be seen.
Reina couldn't understand why Roshan was feared so much by everyone but for some reason, she wasn't scared of him in fact, she felt safe when around him like he would always protect her from any danger, seen or unseen.
"Alright si-, Sébastien". She smiled awkwardly as he slightly bowed and exited the room.
She plumped onto the bed and shut her eyes reminiscing the event of the day.
"Are the heavens finally smiling down at me?". She muttered.
She picked up her journal, turned the pages and started penning down the events of the day. Not long after, Sébastien returned to let her know dinner was ready and master Roshan was waiting for her at the dining.
When she got to the dinning, Roshan was already seated at the head of the table, his composure radiating an almost tangible authority.
His gaze sharp and warm with a familiar glint, met hers. "Sit next to me. I'll feed you". He said, not giving her room to answer as he pulled the chair next to his for her to sit.
There was so much food on the table. It was like a feast.
"Goodness Roshan, what's the occasion?". Damon came in, smiling teasingly as he took his seat opposite Alex.
"Finally! Some real food. I'm starving!". Alex rushed in, pulling the seat next to Reina.
Roshan saw this and wasn't at all happy with his third in command. He gently slid Reina's chair closer to his, the soft scrape of the legs against the floor the only sound as he drew her near, their knees almost touching in a tender, intimate gesture. He gave a totally confused and starving Alex a death glare after.
"What would you like to taste first little rabbit?". Roshan asked.
Reina suddenly felt a sense of de ja vu after hearing the pet name. It sounded so familiar she could swear she's heard it somewhere.
"I would like some pasta please".
Roshan found an almost unsettling pleasure in Reina's voice. Its innocent, melodic lilt, so pure and untainted, seemed to ignite something primal within him, a dark, restless hunger that writhed beneath the surface of his composure. The delicate sweetness of her words was a stark and thrilling contrast to the beast that stirred in his depths, a creature drawn to her light like a moth to a flame, yet capable of consuming it entirely.
Roshan immediately pushed back his dirty thoughts and dished some pasta into her plate and begins to feed her with it, blowing on every spoon.
Damon and Alex's mouth widened, their eyeballs bulging out in shock. They found it too impossible to believe that Roshan could ever be gentle and sweet to anyone but Roshan paid no mind to them and continued feeding his mate.
They both took their plates to their room not wanting to interrupt their master's romantic moment with his girl.
He fed her some chicken and fruits as well and Reina was completely stuffed.
"I'm already full. Thanks". She declined politely as she saw Roshan cutting out another piece of chicken to feed to her.
"Okay baby. You want any dessert?".
Reina blushed slightly after hearing him call her that. "Uhm, just a cupcake please".
Roshan took a raspberry cupcake from the platter of pastries and gave it to Reina. She muttered a thank you and munched on it.
"We'll go shopping for some new clothes tomorrow. Hope you're okay with that". Roshan said.
"Yes". Reina replied with a mouthful of cake. "I have some little savings. We can use that". She swallowed.
Roshan smiled at her cuteness and felt the urge to pat her hair as she munched on her cupcake. She seemed to really like it a lot.
"Don't worry about that candy. You're only allowed to spend what's mine".
Reina wanted to decline but Roshan didn't give her the opportunity to.
When Reina was done with her cupcake, she downed a glass of juice and noticed Roshan hasn't touched a single meal since. "Are you not going to eat?".
"No. I'm not hungry". He replied.
"But you haven't-".
Roshan cut her off before she could finish her statement. "You should go to bed Reina. I'll see you in the morning".
"Uhm, ok. Good night". She got up from her chair and climbed up the stairs back the room. All the while his silver orbs were fixated on her.
When she got to her room, she took a quick shower and went to bed.
Reina woke to the gentle kiss of sunrise on her eyelids, the soft chirping of birds filling the air. A delicate knock sounded at her door, and she rose to answer it. Sébastien stood there, a neatly folded black t-shirt resting on his arm. "Good morning, milady. Master Roshan wants you to wear this". He offered the shirt with a polite smile, and Reina thanked him.
"Your breakfast is ready, milady. Should I bring it to your room, or will you have it in the dining?". The image of Roshan spoon-feeding her like a child in front of his friends flashed through Reina's mind, and she shook her head quickly. "Uhm, just bring it to my room please".
"Very well, milady. I'll return shortly". Sébastien departed to retrieve her breakfast. Reina unfolded the t-shirt. It was a simple black garment, but the fabric was undeniably high quality, thick and soft to the touch. It was clearly oversized, reaching down to her mid-thighs, and she couldn't shake the feeling it was Roshan's. She freshened up quickly and slipped the shirt on. Just as she finished, Sébastien returned, carrying a breakfast tray laden with food.
She quickly had her breakfast of eggs and waffles and rushed downstairs cause she was told Roshan was already waiting for her.
As Reina descended the stairs, she found Roshan waiting for her at the bottom. His gaze, intense and unwavering, held her captive. He stared, almost reverently, at the sight of her in his shirt. The simple black fabric, draped over her delicate frame, amplified her beauty in a way that left him breathless. The subtle, sweet scent of her filled his nostrils, a heady mix that sent a jolt of raw desire through him.
"Fuck". He cursed under his breath fighting the primal urge to grab her and kiss her.
"Are you okay?''. Reina asked, her voice soft, as she reached his side.
'Yeah…' Roshan managed, his voice a low rumble. ''Let's go.''
He led her out to the driveway, where a sleek, obsidian-black Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupé waited, its chrome gleaming like polished mirrors in the morning sun. He opened the passenger door for her with a fluid motion, and she slid into the plush seat. With a smooth, almost silent surge, the Phantom glided away, carrying them toward the bustling mall.
At the mall, Reina's simple shopping list quickly ballooned into a mountain of bags. Roshan, with his 'I'll take that, and that' attitude, was a force of retail nature. She started to feel a pang of sympathy for the porters, who trailed behind them like pack mules, their arms overflowing with designer labels. And to make matters worse, they kept suggesting things for Roshan to buy, which he inevitably did.
Then came the underwear aisle. Reina wished she could teleport. One of the porters, bless his enthusiastic heart, held up a scrap of leopard-print lace. ''Sir, I think this would look stunning on madam. You should definitely get it.''
''Oh, dear God,'' Reina muttered under her breath, her face burning. Roshan took the garment, holding it up for inspection, his brow furrowed in mock contemplation. ''Hmm, yes, quite sexy,'' he declared, his finger tracing the lace. ''We'll take it.''
''Okay, sir!''. The porter beamed.
''Roshan,'' Reina began, her voice barely a whisper, her cheeks a vibrant crimson. ''Could I, perhaps, shop for my underwear… by myself?''.
''Why? Don't you like my selection?''. Roshan asked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
''No, it's not that". She stammered. ''It's just… personal. I prefer to choose these things myself. If you don't mind.''
''Alright,'' Roshan conceded, a small smile playing on his lips. ''I'll wait for you at the checkout.''
Reina nodded, a wave of relief washing over her as he walked away. Finally, a moment of underwear-shopping peace.
After she was done shopping for lingerie, she went to the check out to meet Roshan who was waiting for her. While he was paying for everything, she heard two women whispering something and staring at both of them.
"Oh my God, isn't that the billionaire heartthrob Roshan Sage?". The brunette lady said.
"Thats true. Its him. Who is that lady he's with?". The other lady asked.
"Could that be his girlfriend?. Oh my! they look good together". The brunette beamed.
"His girlfriend?. How come I've never seen her before?. Could he be dating a common girl?".
Reina felt awkward at the unnecessary attention. More people began to stare and whisper. The next thing she knew, phones were out, pictures were taken, videos and what not.
Roshan saw how uncomfortable Reina was and quickly paid for their stuffs. He asked the potters to put everything in his car. He gave them a generous tip and grabbed Reina's hand as they exited the mall.
The moment they stepped out of the mall, a chaotic storm erupted. Flashes of light exploded from every direction, a blinding barrage that made Reina's head spin. A sea of faces, a cacophony of voices, a swarm of paparazzi – it was overwhelming. Questions, shouted and overlapping, bombarded them, creating a dizzying, disorienting atmosphere. Reina felt a wave of nausea, her nerves fraying.
Roshan saw her distress, and a dark fury simmered within him. They were invading his space, violating the sanctity of his presence, and, most importantly, they were making Reina uncomfortable. His eyes, usually a deep, piercing silver, flared with a sudden, golden glow.
Then, the chaos escalated into pandemonium. A series of sharp, explosive pops echoed through the air, followed by plumes of acrid smoke. Phones, cameras, tablets,every electronic device in the crowd had spontaneously combusted. The air crackled with the lingering scent of burnt circuits.
The crowd stood frozen, stunned into silence. They stared at the smoking husks of their devices, their faces a mixture of confusion and fear. No one could comprehend what had just happened.
Roshan, his expression a mask of cold fury, scooped Reina into his arms, bridal-style. He moved through the shocked crowd and the lingering smoke, his steps deliberate and unwavering. He placed her gently into the waiting Rolls-Royce. With a smooth, powerful surge, the car sped away, leaving the bewildered crowd behind.
Dusk had fallen by the time they reached the estate. Sébastien stood waiting at the entrance, ready to receive them and the mountain of shopping bags. They got into the house and Reina, her nerves frayed from the day's whirlwind, pulled her hair into a quick bun. As she did, Roshan's gaze locked onto a faint mark on her neck.
He reached out, his touch feather-light, barely grazing the bruise. The moment his fingertip made contact, a violent vision flooded his senses. He saw Reina, tears streaming down her face, struggling against the brutal grip of her uncle as he tries to force himself on her. He heard her desperate cries, her pleas echoing in his ears. He witnessed the sickening thud of a fist, the sharp crack of a whip, the crimson stain of blood trickling from her lips, the ugly bloom of bruises on her skin.
A wave of incandescent rage surged through Roshan, a tempest of fury unlike anything he had ever known. The atmosphere in the living room shifted, the air growing heavy and charged. The sky outside darkened abruptly, the soft twilight replaced by an ominous, swirling gloom. Thunder rumbled, and flashes of lightning illuminated the darkening landscape. A torrential downpour began, the rain lashing against the windows.
Roshan's gaze, burning with a chilling intensity, remained fixed on the mark on Reina's neck. ''Did he succeed?'' .He asked, his voice deceptively calm, yet laced with a tangible menace that sent shivers down Reina's spine. She didn't understand his question, not fully, until she saw the monstrous transformation in his eyes, the raw, predatory look as he stared at the bruise.
''Answer me, Reina!''. His voice boomed, a thunderous command that echoed through the house. A deafening crack of lightning split the sky, and the old tree in the garden was struck, its branches splintering and crashing to the ground. Reina gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. ''No,''. She stammered, her voice trembling, ''Camille came in before he could—''.
She never finished her sentence. Roshan had vanished, disappearing without a trace. Reina stood frozen, her mind reeling. He had been there one moment, and gone the next. Where had he gone? What was happening?.
Roshan stood motionless, a dark silhouette against the tumultuous night sky, concealed behind a gnarled tree that overlooked Reina's former home. The torrential rain, a relentless curtain of water, soaked him to the bone, yet he remained unmoved, his focus unwavering. The wind whipped his hair across his face, a wild, untamed dance mirroring the storm within him. He waited.
Moments later, the familiar rattle of Bob's dilapidated Toyota echoed through the downpour. The headlights cut through the darkness as the car lurched into the driveway. Bob, clutching a half-empty bottle of liquor, stumbled out, his movements clumsy and unsteady. After a fumbled attempt to lock the car, he turned towards the house, oblivious to the predator lurking in the shadows.
Suddenly, a powerful hand gripped the back of his shirt, the force of the hold yanking him backwards. "Come here!". A low, menacing voice rumbled. Before Bob could react, before he could even register the shock of the sudden attack, Roshan vanished, taking him into the storm-ravaged night. The liquor bottle slipped from Bob's grasp, shattering on the rain-soaked concrete, the sound swallowed by the howling wind and the drumming rain.