The Billionaire Loyal Slave

d felt like a small step deeper into the labyrinth of Alex's world. It was a world where every decision, every moment, was dictated by his will. She

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into something that had no escape, no way out. Her thoughts were fragmented, constantly interrupted by the pressure of what was req

rp reprimand or the more subtle discomfort of his icy stares, the consequences of defying him were enough to break anyone's resolve. Alex Moretti, the mafia

head ached, and her limbs felt heavy, exhausted from the constant strain. But Alex never seemed to tire. He moved through the day with a kind of cold efficiency that bo

n under the pressure. The constant demands, the long hours, the never-ending series of tasks-

ng a marathon without rest, her breath coming in shallow gasps, never able to catch up to the pace Alex had set for her. And every t

work that Alex had thrown at her. Her mind was a mess of calculations, schedules, and tasks, and for a moment, she felt the crushing weight of it all. She

done so in a long time. The reflection that stared back at her was unfamiliar. Her face was pale, her eyes dull, and her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The woma

been so full of life once, so hopeful. But now, she felt lik

rrupted by Alex's voic

asked, his tone cuttin

approach, but somehow, it always felt like he was just waiting for her, lurking in the shadows, silently observing every

ak and unsure even to her own ears. It lacked the confidence it once had,

ed, Ella. Not when it comes to me." His voice was low and dangerous, like a predator toying w

is words-something about the way he said them-that made her feel small, insignifican

up with this pace, that she was human, that she needed rest, but she knew that saying such things would only in

eath caught in her throat. There was no escaping him now. He was inescapable, like a storm t

her. But Ella knew better. There was always something darker behind his words, something menacing

serving a purpose, fulfilling a role in Alex's world, but now she understood that she was only at the start of a lon

were stuck in her throat. What could she possibly say to this man? He had already stripped away so much of her

ign of weakness, any hint of resistance. Ella could feel herself shrinking under his gaze,

c, but the edge of cruelty was unmistakable. "But there's no turning back now. You've

een pulled out from beneath her. She had made a deal with him-one that she hadn't ful

as capable of, what he could do if she failed him, but she knew it wouldn't be pretty. She had already seen th

ords trapped behind her lips. She had no ch

ing on a finality that left no room for argumen

er body moving on autopilot as she made her way to the door. She couldn't look at him, couldn't bear to meet his gaze one m

ce around her had grown emptier with each step. When she reached her room, she closed the door softly behin

his words echoing in her mind, kept her awake. She was trapped in his world now, a w