Chapter 25: ★Who dared touch her without permission★

    ~Chapter 25~

    ROMEO

    Walking towards the door at the side of my room, the one that connected my space to hers.

    Gentle I pushed the door open, revealing the only room aside from mine on this floor I had assigned to her.

    I had specifically given her this room for its proximity and convenience to mine, as it easily allows me to get to her when needed.

    She had no idea that this door existed. I didn’t have to exit my room and walk down the hallway to reach hers. This secret passage granted me easy access, allowing me to slip in and out unnoticed, like how I had been doing since she came.

    I entered her room, expecting to find her sleeping peacefully on her bed. But she wasn’t there.

    The bed was empty, where was she? Walking towards the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar.

    There wasn’t any sound coming out, and she couldn’t be taking a bath at a time like this.

    Slowly, I pushed open the door, but the bathroom was empty too. The shower was dry, and the sink was spotless. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

    Had she escaped? ~Hell, she can’t, even if she tried~. My house security was top-notch, with state-of-the-art cameras, motion sensors, and guards patrolling the perimeter.

    The defense was hard to pass without being detected.

    And She doesn’t have the balls, to try that. She was clever, but not clever enough to outsmart my security measures.

    It’s time to play hide and seek, it seems. A grin spread across my face, I knew she was a good distraction. Always giving me entertainment.

    This would get my mind off that damaging nightmare as I walked back to my room and brought out my tablet from the bedside table, the screen springing to life as I tapped on it.

    Opening the security app displays the various camera feeds and sensor readings. I scrolled through the feeds, checking each room and corridor, searching for any sign of her. The cameras in the kitchen, library, and living room all showed empty spaces. I checked the garden cameras, but there was no sign of her among them.

    I even checked the cameras in the gym and spa, which I definitely knew she wouldn’t be there and she wasn’t there either.

    If she wasn’t at all these places, then without a doubt, she was in someone’s room, but who? I was about to rewind the tape when she left my room to know her whereabouts after that, but I saw a door opening in the third-floor hallway, and who I was looking for walked out, carefully but still walking like she was in haste.

    For the safety of my staff and families, there are cameras installed in every room, but they were not much checked because of privacy.

    Was she with one of the staff members, or had she somehow managed to sneak into one of the guest rooms? I was about to rewind the tape when she left my room and track her movements. Figuring out where she went next.

    Just as I was about to do so, through the table, I saw a door opening on the third-floor hallway, where most senior staff stays. My eyes narrowed, focusing on the feed.

    The girl I had been searching for walked out of the room, carefully but moving in haste. Her eyes darted back and forth, checking to make sure no one was watching, perhaps.

    Intrigued, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. What was she up to? And whose room was she fucking coming out from? My thoughts moved with different possibilities of what she was doing.

    Quickly, I walked out of her room, strolling into the elevator, not caring that I was half-dressed, wearing only joggers and no shirt. The cool air of the elevator caressed my skin as I stepped inside, pressing the button for the third floor.

    The doors slid open, my face darkening, stepping out into the third-floor hallway, spotting her immediately.

    She was walking back towards the same room, this time with a cup in her hand.

    What the hell was she doing with that? I looked over to the door she was walking to. Thinking whose room she’s visiting so secretly?

    Fastening my pace, I strode towards her in quick steps, my bare feet barely making a sound on the carpet.

    I blocked the door before she could reach it, giving her a scare. She looked at me with wide eyes, almost dropping the cup to the floor. Her face paled, lips parted in surprise, and her breath caught in her throat.

    Taking in her disheveled appearance. She was dressed in an oversized tee shirt and shorts that swallowed her whole, making her appear even more fragile. Her face was sweaty, and her nose looked slightly crooked as if it had been recently injured. A bump on her forehead added to her overall air of vulnerability.

    My eyes drifted to her exposed neck, where the handprint bruise I had left earlier was still visible. However, noticed additional bruises that I knew I hadn’t caused. These new bruises looked freshly made, and my mood darkened even more.

    Who dared touch her without my permission? Not like I cared if she died, but she was my slave, mine to do with as I pleased, and no one else’s.

    Stepping closer, she moved backward, her eyes darting away from me. "Why weren’t you in your room?" I asked, invading her personal space, my face inches from hers.

    She hit the wall, her back against it, and looked up at me. Her lips parted and closed like a fish out of water, struggling to find the right words.

    "I... I...uh," she kept repeating, stuttering while looking at that damned door, as if willing someone to come out and save her. Who the fuck did she think would save her from me.

    I grabbed her by the face, harshly making her look at me. My fingers dug into her skin, and she winced. "Sneaking out in the night now, I see. I always knew you were a prostitute." Spitting the words without care, it cut through the air, and her eyes flashed with anger.

    But she knew better than to retaliate. She was my enemy, my enemy daughter, and I had been treating her way less than those who stole from me.

    She must know her place. "Who were you visiting? Who dared touch you without my permission?" My voice was cold as I held her hostage, pressed onto the wall.