“For a man who can do anything to the woman sitting next to him, you sure do pick an awfully sweet gesture,” she muses, making me smile too.
“That’s because I’m savoring you for as long as I can before—” I cut myself off before I say too much. I don’t want to upset her. At least, not while I’m in her vicinity. She’d probably kill me if she knew, which is why I won’t say a word until we arrive at our destination.
“Before what?” She frowns.
“Nothing.” I pull my hand back and clear my throat. “Ignore what I just said.”
Her mouth twitches, but she keeps it shut, thankfully. Although I can definitely see her thoughts just from the scowl on her face. I snort.
“What’s so funny?”
“Like I said, nothing,” I say, shrugging.
“Well …” She stares at her nails and rubs one of them profusely. “If this is how it’s going to be for almost an entire month, then I guess this is going to be easier than I thought.”
I raise a brow. “How so?”
She smirks. “Because not talking is boring as fuck.”
I laugh. “Miss Lee … if there is anything you do need to know is that these weeks are going to be anything but boring.” I lean in so close, I can smell her perfume. Roses and a hint of honey. I close my eyes and take a whiff. Then I look up at her with half-mast eyes, barely able to contain myself. I’d rather just bite her in the shoulder for trying to taunt me, but I won’t. I’ll keep it civil … for now.
“I will entertain you thoroughly,” I muse, as I grab her hand and kiss her palm. I can feel her shiver.
Right as I lift my head again, my house appears in the distance.
I point at the window and whisper in her ear, “Look.”
She turns her head and places her hand on the window. “Is that your house?” Her voice sounds more like a soft breath.
I slide over to her and smile against her earlobe, the touch of her skin on my lips making me want to nibble “That’s where you’ll be staying. Do you see the fences surrounding the property? Stay within them, or the contract is nullified.”
“Okay …”
“What do you think of the house?”
“Well”—she snorts—“it’s a nice prison.”
“Oh, don’t think of it as a prison. Think of it as a castle where all your darkest fantasies will come to life.”
She turns her head toward me, unafraid of the fact that I’m sitting so close, so in her space. “My darkest fantasies … or yours?”
I grin as I slide my finger down her cheek. “We’ll leave that up to your imagination.”
When the car comes to a stop, I clear my throat and slip back into my seat as my chauffeur exits the vehicle and opens my door and then hers.
I hold out my arm for her to grab, which she does reluctantly. “I suppose you’re not into the chivalrous kind.”
“Oh, on the contrary. I’m just not into you.”
Ouch.
“Are you sure you want to be here?” I ask as I guide her along the gravel path.
“No.”
“Then why are you?” I tilt my head to the side.
“Money. Plain and simple.” She smiles broadly, but it’s a fake smile, and I can see right through it.
“You might want to start working for it then …”
She shakes her head. “That wasn’t outlined in the contract. I’m to be yours. It didn’t specify how or what my response to your advances should be.”
“Hmm …” I smile to myself. Clever girl. No matter. Soon, she’ll find out just how hard she’ll have to work for me.
“Still, I hardly believe you’re telling the truth about not being into me,” I add as we walk to the front door of the mansion. “I saw you shiver when I touched you, and I know you felt it too.”
With just one side-glance and a faint blush on her cheeks, I have all I need to confirm the truth.
Naomi
He opens the large, wooden front door and holds it open for me to go in first. His eyes are on me like a hawk as I go inside and marvel at the mansion and its marble floors, large floor-to-ceiling windows and drapes, and the intricate tapestries hanging from the wall.
I saunter around the hallway, peeking into the single bedroom on the left with the beautiful red sheets and some kind of hot tub in the corner. “Is this my room?” I ask.
“No, you’ll be staying in that one over there.” He points at a room above, up the stairs. “The one you’re looking at is my room.”
I linger near it for a few more seconds, wondering why I can’t stay with him. “I like your room.”
“I’m sure you do.” From the sound of his voice, I’m guessing the answer is a definite no.
“Can I explore the house? I mean if I’m supposed to stay here for almost an entire month, then I might as well make myself at home, right?” I ask with a flattering smile, but it’s only to keep up the charade.
“You can but don’t expect to have a lot of free time on your hands.” He winks, and it makes me look away in silence. I don’t want him to see me blush. I hate it. Hate what his smile does to me. I have to focus on why I’m here.
“C’mon,” he says, beckoning me to follow him up the stairs.
I quietly trail behind him as we go up and then into a hallway to the right. There, he opens a door. “This is your room.”
I frown as I walk inside, still keeping my eyes on him, as I don’t know what he’s planning to do.
“Feel free to check it out. There are dresses in the wardrobe that you can wear, and makeup in the vanity drawers. However, you are expected to be ready within fifteen minutes so we can proceed with your introduction.”
“We?” I turn to face him. I hope I didn’t hear that right.
“Yes, we,” he muses. “My brothers and I own you now.”
My eyes widen, and the temperature in the room just dropped by about twenty degrees.
“Don’t look so surprised,” he scoffs.
“Brothers? You never mentioned—”
“It is in the contract,” he interrupts. “The contract only mentioned my last name, which I share with my two brothers.” A wicked smile forms on his face.
I step backward, my hands balling into fists. I can’t believe he tricked me. Even after I read the contract twice. How did I not see this coming?
The tone of his voice darkens. “We all own you now.”
An uncontrollable fury rages inside me as I feel the need to run. So I do. I rush toward him as he exits and closes the door behind him, but before I can get past, he’s already locked it tight.
“You can’t do this!” I smack the door with a flat hand.
“Actually, I can. You signed a contract. You belong to us now, and we will use you in ways you can’t even imagine.” His voice echoes as he walks off, the last audible thing being his footsteps as they move away from me.
I twist the doorknob a few times but no luck. Of course not.
Fuck.
My head drops against the door as I take in a few sharp breaths, my pulse racing.
How could I be this stupid?
How could I have fallen into this trap so easily?
The contract stipulated so little that I thought it was some sort of giant joke, but it also means that whatever’s not included can happen. I gave my freaking soul to him. Willingly.
I ball my fists and slam the door a final time. Fucking fifty million dollars. It’d better be worth it.
“Um … hi?”
Who was that?
I hold my breath and turn around.
It’s a woman, sitting on a couch at the far end of the room, and she’s staring at me.
Along with seven other girls.
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Fifty million dollars for three weeks of your life in the hands of a total stranger. Would you do it?
When Naomi Lee finds herself out of a job and out of the money she needs to pay her father’s medical bills, she receives an anonym
ous letter, containing an offer she can’t refuse.
Max Marino, a wealthy businessman, wants her and he’ll pay any price.
Three weeks of her time, no-holds-barred, in exchange for fifty million dollars.
With no other means to pay her bills, Naomi has no choice but to accept.
However, Naomi isn’t the only one who signs the contract.
And Max isn’t alone in his deal.
Three brothers …
Nine girls …
All competing for the ultimate prize … marriage.
Let the games begin.
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Prologue
Accompanying Song: “What Have We Done To Each Other” by Trent Reznor & Atticus
Drake
On a cloudy day, the sun bursts through the sky, blinding me, and it was at that moment of squinting as I held my hand above my eyes that I first laid eyes on her.
A young girl with hair as black as soot, dancing in the park and waving her hands, with a smile so pretty it could stop hearts. Her face one I would remember for the rest of my life.
She was frail and thin, just like I was. We were kids, playing in the park, just like everyone else. But this was no normal encounter. Not to me.
On my little bike, I drove in circles, gawking at her, always trying to catch her attention, but she never looked my way.
The only thing she could focus on was showing her parents a new trick she’d learned. Jumping rope twice in a row. Playing hopscotch while covering her eyes. A new dance.
Every week, she came here. Sometimes, it was on different days.
And because she was here, so was I.
You see, a boy always knows exactly when he’s met the girl he’s meant to be with.
She was that girl.
She didn’t know I wanted to get to know her.
That I even existed.
But even at such a young age, I knew … deep down in my heart … that she would be mine. One day.
If I could muster the courage to approach her.
Only if.
Because I wasn’t a courageous little boy. On the contrary, I was a bumbling, shy, and quiet boy, who always sat in the back of the class, daydreaming of another life. Busy with the stories I was penning down on the pages of my notebook.
I wasn’t the kid to walk up to a girl and ask her to play with me.
No, I was the kid who silently watched her from afar … admiring her beauty. Her will. Her devotion toward her parents and her ability to keep the hope alive that they one day might care.
Because her parents never seemed happy.
They never laughed or smiled when she did her special thing.
They never talked to her, other than to tell her no.
They never even acknowledged her, except for when it was time to go.
And honestly, it surprised me they even came to the park that often. I guess keeping up appearances was that important to them.
I should’ve known that before it was too late.
Before I realized that one day was going to be the last day she’d come to the park; the day she was sent to boarding school. Before I knew I may never see her again.
But I did know one thing …
I would never give up finding her.
Even if it took me a lifetime.
Part I
The Encounter
1
Hyun
Accompanying Song: “ Violent Delights Have Violent Ends” by Ramin Djawadi
From the moment I first saw my stalker, I was captivated.
The man with the black leather jacket and dark, spiky hair sits on a bench across the street from my house, staring down at a notebook.
Every night, he sits there at exactly ten p.m., looking off into the distance or writing his notes under the street light … or looking straight at me.
Like he is now.
Our eyes meet, and a sudden electrical current rushes through my veins.
I’m unable to look away from his piercing blue eyes, and I wonder … How long ago did he first see me?
I’ve only noticed him outside recently … watching over my house as if he’s guarding it. Guarding me.
I don’t know if I should be scared. If I should run or call the cops.
He’s never come close.
So is there any reason to act?
As long as he maintains his distance … an invisible line he doesn’t cross … I still feel safe. I can survive, knowing he is there, wherever I go.
I never know when or where I’m going to see him again.
I just know I will.
A hampered breath leaves my throat as he stares me down from across the street. His gaze feels like it penetrates through the closed windows. And for a brief second, I think I spot a hint of a smile.
The next morning
I wake to the sound of people talking on the radio. It’s my clock, which I’ve set to nine a.m. Not because I have to work. Not today. No, it’s because I like my routine, and the stability it gives me. Time is the only constant in this world, and it follows me wherever I go. The only thing I can control—how much time I spend on certain tasks and when I choose to do something. Time is the only one thing I can trust to be truthful.
I press the button and turn off the radio then push away the blanket and sit up straight. I grab my birth control pill and take one along with some water. I put my socks on, yawning. Stumbling through my room, I grab a pair of jeans and a blouse from my closet and put them on. Then I head to my window, open the curtains, and stare outside. The sun blinds me for a moment, but as my eyes adjust and gaze at the bench across my house, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Empty, just like always.
My heart calms as I go into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and prepare some toast. I eat with the television turned on; the noise of the people talking makes me feel more comfortable. Being home alone isn’t the greatest thing in the world … not when you’ve been living in silence for more than a month.
It’s not normal, I know that. Normal people find company. They make friends. They invite people into their home and have dinners and parties.
Not me.
I’m the girl who mistrusts every living person on this planet.
It wasn’t always this way, though … but like all people, my past shaped me into the person I am today.
I’d rather be alone, hiding in plain sight. It’s the only way to remain safe.
I finish my breakfast and put my dishes in the sink then grab my keys and wallet and walk out the door.
However, I don’t move an inch when I notice what’s on my front porch.
A small stone … and underneath it is a piece of paper just big enough to fit in my hand.
I bend over and reach for it, pushing the rock aside as I wonder if this note was meant for me or for someone else. But then I read the words … and realize this couldn’t be for anyone else.
I saw you watching me.
Goose bumps scatter on my skin. I feel unsettled.
It’s not a handwritten note … it’s typed. Someone put effort into giving me this message.
My fingers tremble as I hold the note. I look ahead at the street, left and right, but no one’s there. I’m all alone with this note that gives me a pang in my stomach.
As I take a deep breath, I crumple it up in my fist and stuff it into my jacket. Then I go on with my day.
Accompanying Song: “What Have We Done To Each Other” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
A few hours later
With my cart filled with groceries, I make my way to the parking lot of the shopping center. I’ve been holding off on going outside to get some food for quite some time now, but when the fridge is empty, you have to get something to eat.
I had no choice but to go, so now, I have a cart filled to the top with everything I need in the hopes I won’t have to return for quite some time.
I quickly push it to my car and unlock it, opening up the back so I can load everything in. But when I look through the windshield of my car, a man standing on the sidewalk across the street stares back at me.
I squeal and drop the bottles of ketchup and mustard, along with the bag of buns and sausages I was holding.
“Do you need help?”
A voice behind me forces me to turn around.
It’s a woman in her mid-forties, smiling awkwardly at me. Befuddled, I stare at her for a few seconds before regaining my composure. “No, no, I’m fine.”
I quickly go to my knees to pick up the items I dropped.
“You sure?” She tries to reach for my stuff, at which point I snap.
“Don’t,” I say, leaning away.
She frowns and takes a step back.
“I … It’s fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” I give her a tentative smile, after which she nods a few times and leaves.
When she’s gone, I sigh and turn around.
The man is gone. He’s no longer on the sidewalk or anywhere else for that matter.
Maybe I never really saw him in the first place.
Maybe I’m losing my mind.
I hastily throw the rest of my purchases into the back of my car and slam the door shut, pushing the cart out of the way. Then I run over to the driver’s side to jump in and close my door. I don’t even bother to bring the cart back to the store … or properly put on a seat belt. All I can think about is getting the hell out of here.
But as I put the keys into the ignition and start the car, a voice screams in my mind.
Tells me to stop and look.
Tells me I’m no good.
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