~Bianca Pov~

I stood in front of the tall building and I could feel my hands shaking as I looked up at it. The lights from the windows shone brightly but I felt like I was standing in darkness. My heart pounded, my legs felt weak, and every part of me wanted to turn around and leave.

But I couldn't, I can't when I know what is at stake! I knew If I walked away, Nathan's family would let me die.

I bit my lips and swallowed hard, my throat felt dry. Just a year ago, I had everything. A father who loved me, A husband I adored, and a life full of warmth and safety.

Now all of it is gone, yes! Gone!

My father was dead and my husband, the man I had loved with all my heart and had even disobeyed my father to marry was also gone. And all I had left was my weak, sick body and a company that was about to collapse.

I sighed softly-Nathan's family had no use for me anymore. They refused to help me get better. They made me depend on them, controlling my every move. And now, they have given me an order....To beg Damien Sinclair for help.

I had met him days ago. And I knew what he wanted in return which is something I deemed unacceptable-One night! Just one humiliating night.

I remembered how I had run away when he had told me his condition, But no matter how far I ran, the truth stayed the same.

Damien Sinclair was the only person who could save me. And the worst part is that this man was the man I had once humiliated in school.

I could remember back then he was just a quiet and awkward boy. Someone I had barely noticed and Someone Nathan, my late husband had also mocked for fun. But now... he was nothing like the boy I remembered.

He was rich. Powerful. Dangerous.

And he wanted revenge.

I clenched my fists, trying to push away the shame burning inside me.

I knew I had no choice, had to do it to save myself and for peace. I felt guilt grip me when I felt I was betraying my late husband but I had to harden my heart and do it!

Taking a deep breath, I forced my shaking legs to move and stepped inside.

The room was dark, with only a few golden lights casting soft shadows across the space. The large windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling which showed a breathtaking view of the city. But my eyes weren't on the view, it was only on one person, the man sitting in front of me.

Damien Sinclair.

My eyes roamed his body nervously. He sat in a black leather chair, his body relaxed, but there was something sharp in his posture, it was something dangerous like a predator who had been waiting so long for its prey which made me tremble in fear.

He was wearing nothing but a black silk robe which was loosely tied around his waist. The soft fabric slid open slightly, showing the hard muscles of his chest. His jet-black hair was a little messy like he had just stepped out of the shower.

And then there were his eyes.

Deep blue and his icy eyes which s

Pierce right through me.

I watched as he lifted a wine glass to his lips before taking a slow sip. His fingers were long and elegant, but there was something powerful about the way he held the glass-like even this simple movement was completely under his control.

I couldn't breathe, I felt suffocated and just stood nervously in front of him.

I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. He said nothing to me, he didn't smirk and did not mock me and all He did was watch.

And somehow I found that even worse.

I swallowed hard with my hands gripping the edge of my dress as I lowered myself onto the couch across from him. My body was stiff, my heart racing, but I forced myself to stay still.

The silence stretched between us, so Heavy and Suffocating, then after waiting for long I Finally heard him speak.

"Have you made your decision?" He asked. His voice was deep and smooth, but there was something cold underneath, something sharp.

I clenched my fists and my nails dug into my palms. I hated this feeling, I hated feeling so small in front of him, But I had no choice.

I took in a large breath and tried calming myself, "Yes," I whispered, a bit loud enough for him to hear.

A slow, cold chuckle escaped him, making me shiver. He tilted his head slightly as he swirled the wine in his glass as he studied me.

His eyes calmly looked at me, "You came here on your own," he murmured. "I didn't force you. So why do you look like you are about to cry? Hmm, Miss Bianca?" He said and hearing my name from his lips made me freeze.

My lips parted, but no words came out.

His blue eyes gleamed with amusement, but it wasn't kind. It was cruel and I know he was enjoying this-watching me squirm, watching me struggle to hold on to the last pieces of my pride, but I don't blame him

I watched as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the chair's armrest and with his lips curved slightly, "I don't sleep with unwilling women, Miss Bianca." His voice dropped lower, softer but somehow, it felt even more dangerous.

He sat up straight then leaned on the chair, "Get out!"

I froze and his words crashed into me like ice water. I stared at him in disbelief with my breath catching in my throat.

"What?! Did he just ask me to leave?!" I had expected him to be cruel, I had also prepared to be humiliated by him. But this..this was something else, he had rejected me!

The heat of shame rushed to my cheeks. My body tensed and my stomach twisted painfully.

He was playing with me, right?! Or rather still, he was Punishing me.

My eyes became red and I secretly clenched my hands. My mind screamed at me to leave, to get up and walk away, to tell him tofuck up but I couldn't.

Nathan's family had made it clear that if I didn't do this, I was as good as dead and I am sure Damien knew that but just wanted to humiliate me.

He was waiting.

I signed tiredly, and then I clenched my jaw, forcing my voice to stay steady even though I felt like I was breaking inside.

"I wasn't forced," I said quietly.

His smirk deepened.

Something flickered in his gaze, something dark and unreadable. He took another sip of his wine and then with slow, deliberate movements he placed the glass on the table and A soft thud echoed in the silence.

Then, he leaned back in his chair.

He spread his legs slightly and his body leaned back completely at ease. He looked like a king sitting on his throne watching a desperate beggar at his feet. And the beggar was me!

His next words sent a shiver down my spine.

"Then show me you are willing." He said chillingly with his eyes still on me.

I froze in my seat as I looked at him with tension on my face, but then with determination, I stood up and walked to his side. I looked at him with a blank face then swallowed hard and knelt in front of him then my hand traced his muscled chest.

I knew I had to satisfy him and show him I was willing and since he had given me a chance then I had to use it well. I kissed his chest and down to his waist then went up and with my eyes down trying to avoid him, I closed my eyes and placed my lips on his.

His lips were cold and still had the taste of wine on them, I didn't move at first but then they started moving clumsily-

"Argh!" He groaned and before I knew what was happening, he had stood up with me in his arms.

"Since you came yourself, then don't regret it!"