Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

“Ophelia, wake up,” I ordered, in a thunderous voice, thinking that’d scare Ophelia’s motionless form, and cause her to flutter her tightly shut eyes open.

“Okay, let’s do this. I’m sorry for my cruelty. I won’t do stuff like this to you again, I’ll listen to what you have to say. So you can wake up now, petal,” I uttered once more, tucking a stray strand of Ophelia’s hair behind her ear.

She remained stiff with her eyes still closed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the hell had I done?

With shaky hands, I uncuffed Ophelia from the x cross, and gently carried her bridal style, before placing her on the leather bed.

Afterward, I crouched on the floor and took her hand in mine with sweat oozing out of my skin in copious amounts.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do at that moment. I couldn’t perhaps call one of my workers, I couldn’t let them walk into my bizarre dungeon, and see my dirty psychopathic secrets.

Even if I decided to place her on my bed, all evidence will still point toward me as her abuser. I’d be on the front page of every newspaper and magazine in the whole world as a psychopathic billionaire abuser.

The thought caused me to slightly shudder as I gently caressed Ophelia’s bloody hand.

Then, my phone rang in my pocket, and the abrupt sound caused me to jump in fear.

“Damn it,” I cursed, retrieving the device from my pocket. I glanced at the caller id with a sigh. It was Damon.

What could he want?

Regardless of my anger and fear, I clicked on the accept button.

“Good afternoon, boss. I just found out something interesting about Miss Ophelia,” He started, and my gaze shifted from my phone to Ophelia.

“Go on,” I mumbled, bringing my other hand to gently stroke Ophelia’s cold knuckles.

“Apparently, the reason she sold herself at Mister Salvador’s club was to gather enough money for her dad’s treatment,” He revealed, and I frowned.

“Treatment?”

“Yes, Sir. Treatment. Chemotherapy and Tumor removal surgery. A source from the hospital told me Ophelia’s dad has been hospitalized for about four years now, and he has been battling the acute stages of liver and kidney cancers,” Damon explained, to which I gasped.

I had no idea. I had judged Ophelia too early without bothering to properly investigate her. I had called her a slut on numerous occasions.

“Wait, she doesn’t have a mother or a sibling?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir. Her mum passed away when she was just ten, and she is the only child of her parents. Things have been very tough for her and her dad after her mum died. Her dad became a chronic alcohol addict and a chain smoker,” My assistant clarified, and I squeezed my eyes shut as a massive tide of guilt struck me.

I was a monster. I might have killed Ophelia.

Even though she was just trying her best to provide for herself and her dad, I had physically assaulted and mentally ruined her. I was a beast.

I was a good-for-nothing brute.

My eyes burned with unshed tears but I quickly blinked them away. I never cried. I couldn’t break down at that moment, I still needed to get Ophelia to the hospital as fast as possible.

“So, where is her dad now? Can you get more information about his doctor, so I can offset their bills if there’s something else they need?” I inquired.

“Her father died two days ago. That was the reason Miss Ophelia went awol, and he was cremated earlier today. By my calculations, Miss Ophelia should have gotten back to the mansion, is she there yet, Sir?” At Damon’s statement, my phone slipped off my hand, and my mouth gaped in shock.

Rage and disgust towards myself simmered inside me as I stared at Ophelia.

Fuck, I should have permitted her to speak. I shouldn’t have acted angrily. I should have listened to her.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you there, Sir?” Damon’s voice rang in my ears, and I quickly scrambled from Ophelia’s side.

“Yeah, Yeah. I am. She has gotten home. But I need you to come quickly. I don’t care what you are doing, just come here right now!” With that, I ended the call and mindlessly dropped the phone.

“Don’t worry, baby. Help is coming soon. You have to live, and even if it hurts me to be apart from you, I will do it. I will give you back your freedom from today onwards, so please wake up. You have to stay alive to take revenge on a brutal coward like me, right?” I rambled like a senile human, shakily clasping her cold hands.

I averted my stare from her hands to her face, and my heart broke further as I exhaled sharply. Her lips were a venomous cerise, and her face was now completely drained of color.

She almost looked like a corpse. I was terrified out of my mind as the unpleasant memories of my parents’ funeral floated into my mind.

I had done it before, and I knew how much it hurt to bury my loved ones. I couldn’t imagine doing the same for Ophelia, I would go completely deranged if that ever happened.

I gently hoisted Ophelia up from the bed and quickly shut the door to my study before I placed her at the center of my bed.

Nobody knew about my dungeon, not even my own assistant, Damon.

I had resolved to clear everything out of the dungeon tomorrow. I’d put an end to my raging madness and seek therapy.

I’d honestly do anything as long as Ophelia lived.

A brief moment later, Damon knocked, “Come in,” I muttered.

I had known the man since I was a toddler and I had never seen him show his emotions but I was shocked when he seemed terrified by Ophelia’s form on the bed.

He gazed from Ophelia to me with an unnameable emotion briefly crossing his eyes before he cleared his throat and bowed to me, “I’m here, Sir,”

“Take her to the nearest hospital right now, and don’t you dare tell anyone about anything you saw. If they ask you whether you know her, tell them you don’t. Tell them you found her lying unconscious by the street, okay?” I ordered imposingly.

Damon seemed petrified but he didn’t say anything, “Yes, Sir,”

“If word gets out that I did this to her, I’ll ruin you and you know that. Tomorrow morning, you will take something to her for me,” I uttered.

“Yes, Sir,” He reiterated.

As I watched him wrap Ophelia’s bloodied body with a blanket like a burrito, I fluttered my eyes shut as a lone tear rolled down my cheek.

I was a selfish brute until the very end.