The time for Libia to get off the plane had arrived, and she barely had a suitcase with her. This was her golden opportunity; with this deal, she would finally make her aunt take her seriously, and through this, they would see that she wasn't just a foolish little girl."Good afternoon," she greeted the airport guard.She patiently waited for her luggage to be delivered. After getting everything ready, the young woman left the airport and took a taxi; her hotel was waiting for her.When she arrived at the hotel, she introduced herself to the receptionist."I'm Libia Musso. I made a reservation four days ago.""Identification and the reference number provided at the time of payment."The young woman took her ID from her small purse and searched her phone for the email she received when booking the accommodation. It wasn't a five-star place; in fact, it was the most economical option she could find, all to make it to the meeting with Tiodor Lison, close the deal, and prove she had what

"This is not the woman I was expecting!" Lison exclaimed in his native language.The two men who had brought the girl looked at each other in confusion."But she's the woman we saw leaving the restaurant," one of them replied."Elena Musso is a mature woman with prominent hips, dark hair, and average height," Lison pointed at Libia with his index finger. "But this one is a worthless brat, short, without curves, with brown hair and brown eyes."Libia didn’t understand half of what they were saying, which made her even more scared.Lison's subordinates apologized. He then approached where Libia was lying."Why did you make me think you were Elena Musso?" he demanded, his thick accent evident."I didn’t…""Yes, the email was addressed to your aunt, and you responded in her place. You’re a little idiot."Libia shook her head, unable to meet his gaze."That might cost you your life," Lison threatened, then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.Libia hugged herself as the two men who h

Three weeks had passed since she had been confined. She could watch television, she was given exquisite food daily, and they even provided her with pajamas. For a kidnapping, she was having a pretty good time.Almost every day, the question lingered in her mind: "Why the hell did Mr. Lison have her here?" "What was he looking for in the first place?""Ron," she called out to one of her guards.The man approached the young woman. His name wasn’t Ron, but that’s how she communicated with him."Do you know where the boss is?" the girl asked, gesturing dramatically.Ron shook his head, wondering if the girl was unaware of the great danger she was in."Do you know if I’ll ever get to go home?"The man didn’t understand a word Libia had just said.She stopped asking questions. It wasn’t that she was having a bad time, but she missed her friends, her freedom.After two hours, Libia went into the bathroom; she needed to take a shower. She dried off with a white towel, put on her new pajamas—p

She had been involved with terrible men in the past, but Lison surpassed them all. In other words, he had tried to kidnap her aunt, locked her up, and now he was screwing her as if there were no tomorrow. At least he was a good lover.She still wasn't clear about his intentions. If he had something against her aunt Elena, didn’t that make her his enemy too? Libia snorted; she had gotten used to being there. Compared to the real world, those four walls felt safer.“I’m going crazy,” she said out loud.Three days passed without Lison visiting her. Somehow, that made her anxious. Watching TV wasn’t enough; her mind kept replaying those torrid encounters where that man made her lose her mind, his member causing her to gag.Her mouth watered; three days had passed, and her panties were wet just thinking about him. She cleared her throat, then walked to the bed and lay down, closing her eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, hoping time would pass faster that way.The next day, Lison still didn

Two days later, Tiodor appeared again in Libia's room. She took off her pajamas, but after a couple of minutes, he left without a word.Libia was baffled. Sure, she had been planning to escape, but she thought she could at least have a little fun with her captor. Yet, he was always confusing.For his part, Tiodor was not in a good mood. The lack of progress infuriated him. It had been nearly eight years since Jamie’s death, and he was worse off than when it all started. That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it.Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.Meanwhile, Libia reviewed her escape plan. Every third day, Ron took out the trash, giving her about ten minutes

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected.“Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud.“Poor fool,” he thought to himself. But her problems weren’t his concern. He was there to carry out revenge, and pity wasn’t something that defined him. The sound of someone knocking on the door pulled him from his thoughts.“Come in,” he said gruffly.“Mr. Lison, Mrs. Madison has called again,” Sarah informed him, a mocking smile on her lips.“Ericka can go to hell,” he growled through clenched teeth.The woman in question was a stunning twenty-seven-year-old he had dated a few months ago. They had enjoyed them

Tiodor Lison sat at his office desk, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. Yesterday’s events had made one thing clear: his victory was assured. On the monitor, he once again reviewed the report on Libia Musso. It detailed every time the young woman had seen a psychologist. He had needed some money to dig deeper into her file, but it only confirmed what he had already suspected. “Depressive disorders, anxiety, all due to a disorganized attachment in childhood,” he read aloud. “Poor fool,” he thought to himself. But her problems weren’t his concern. He was there to carry out revenge, and pity wasn’t something that defined him. The sound of someone knocking on the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he said gruffly. “Mr. Lison, Mrs. Madison has called again,” Sarah informed him, a mocking smile on her lips. “Ericka can go to hell,” he growled through clenched teeth. The woman in question was a stunning twenty-seven-year-old he had dated a few months ago. They had enjoy

Libia wiped away her tears; it was something she had already come to terms with in the past. There was nothing to gain from dwelling on it, much less torturing herself over it.“That doesn’t matter.”Tiodor exhaled, approached her, and kissed her on the lips. This time, unlike before, it was barely a touch, slow and soft. He wasn’t good with words, especially when it came to comforting someone. As they pulled apart, Libia felt lighter. This was the first time Tiodor had stayed in the room. She couldn’t resist the urge to curl up against his chest, even though her way of sleeping was a mess, tossing and turning all over the bed.The next morning, Lison left the room. Now that he knew the awful life Libia had endured, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor girl. He swore to himself he wouldn’t be such a bastard. Backing down was not an option; he had never been so close to fulfilling his revenge as he was now.On the other hand, Libia couldn’t deny the obvious. Her heart raced whe

Libia blinked several times. Was she dreaming? "What are you saying?" asked the man, impatient, as several minutes had passed, and he had received no answer. The young woman nodded. Was this guy asking her to be an accomplice in her aunt’s murder? "Good, now come here," he demanded. Libia hesitated for a moment. After a long while, Lison, with dilated pupils, approached her, grabbed her cheek forcefully, and pressed his lips against hers in an intense, demanding, deep kiss. He gave her the most mind-blowing sex she'd ever had. Her panties were damp, she tossed all caution aside, and surrendered to her captor again, with overwhelming desire, as if it were their first time. Three months later… Natalia recounted for the fifth time that day the last she knew about Libia Musso. Mr. Carson wasn’t a renowned investigator, but he fit their budget. Esteban, her husband, had taken a significant loan from his job, with the sole aim of finding Libia. “You must understand it’s been a long

Emily squinted. Was this really Tiodor Lison?"That woman must be special," she said, noticing the man's thoughtful expression."Stop talking nonsense. I'm just tired; I had a terrible day," he finally responded.She let out a small laugh."If you say so," she drawled, her red lipstick drawing the gaze of a few passersby.The dinner continued, and Emily shared how her day had gone at work. This time, Tiodor listened, though with an odd look in his eyes. She wiped the corner of her mouth."Do I have something on my face?" she asked seriously, pulling a small mirror from her handbag.Lison didn’t take his eyes off Emily's face, thoughtfully comparing her every gesture to Libia’s. After spending so much time with the woman, he realized her resemblance to his ex wasn’t just physical; they also shared similar attitudes, even the same sense of humor."Nothing.""Are you really okay?" Emily asked again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, causing the charms on her bracelet to jingle."I