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The Villain's Captive

What happens when you have to live with your mafioso ex-lover because your husband used you as collateral to pay his debts? The past that she's been trying to erase is coming back suddenly. Ayuma was in a dilemma; she missed her former lover Rollan, but she also couldn't betray her husband Bastian because faithfulness in marriage was everything to her. "I've already let you go, Ayu. But this time, I'll never let you go again." I tried to close my eyes and block out the image of his nudity in my mind. I tried to block out everything about him from inside me, but our togetherness rekindled the sparks of longing. He was the villain in our story, and it was insane that I was willing to kneel in his presence. Rollan had always known how to control me. Being with him for the first time, I was willing to break all of the rules, even though bad things might happen to me soon. It's time for the story to change. This time, the villain would win the story, and the hero would die without being able to fight back at all. It's about time this story became more interesting, isn't it?

Kala_Spica · Urban
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10 Chs

2. A secret order

Rollan Pov's

That asshole is so fucking annoying. He should be beaten up for lying so much. And Ayuma, just like three years ago, was easily fooled by the words of that jerk who always wears the mask of a holy man.

"Ayu, I think we need to end this drama quickly. We should get going," I said, trying not to pay attention to the nonsense of the failed man who claimed to be my girl's husband. I was about to take off her husband's mask.

She snorted and then turned off the phone. "Get out; I'll change my clothes quickly; after that, I'll follow you wherever you want!"

Wow. What has that bastard talked her through that Ayuma, who was always ready to kill me, seems to have relented? But fine, I'll follow her plan.

Ayuma came out of her room. Damn, she's fucking gorgeous! Her hair was black and flowing, and her skin seemed to glow under the moonlight shining on Prambanan temple. I was mesmerized and infatuated with her like Bandung Bondowoso was with Roro Jonggrang, but I would make sure my story with Ayuma didn't end tragically like theirs.

"What are you doing?" snapped Ayuma as I draped my jacket over her shoulders.

"Keeping you warm, or do you want me to keep you warm tonight?"

"You're such an asshole, Rollan!" she hissed, letting my jacket fall on the ground. "Mind your manners, and don't forget, I'm still someone's wife, Rollan."

"Somebody's wife?" I smirked. "You'll be divorced from him soon, for sure."

Plak!!!

"Ouch!"

"Today I've slapped you. Tomorrow I'll kill you," she said coldly, stepping away, leaving me alone.

I liked her. I liked her rudeness, and her behavior turned me on like crazy. My cock was pulsing, and I wanted to fuck her immediately. But I had to be patient; she would be all mine. When that time comes, she'll be begging to be mine.

"You're going the wrong way," I said while pulling her hand toward my parking lot.

She snorted. "Just lead the way! I told you, don't try to touch me!"

"Alright, baby, now follow me, and don't try to run away unless you want me to carry you to the car."

She grumbled, but she quickly understood her position, as by then a few of my bodyguards had arrived along with Ridwan Bahri, my assistant. They seemed to be looking for me because I had been around the temple too long, even though the ballet had long since finished.

"Good evening, sir," Ridwan said, smiling faintly at Ayuma. "The plane has been ready for a long time; we will depart immediately."

"To where?" asked Ayuma; she looked shocked and did not want to leave the city of Yogyakarta, where her husband was.

"I have some work to do; we're going to Kalimantan and Riau."

"We? You mean you want me to follow you wherever you go?"

"Yes."

"I don't want to! I'm not a wife who has to follow you everywhere, Rollan."

"Would you rather be my prisoner, Ayu? Live in my house without doing anything. If you want to do that, I will gladly take you to my house."

"Your house in Jakarta?" she asked cheerfully.

"No, dear, you'll easily escape if I leave you alone in Jakarta; no matter how many guards there are guarding my house, you'll be able to find a way to escape."

"Then, where? I'll live anywhere, as long as it's not you. You're suffocating me."

I raised my eyebrows. This girl is really brave. She doesn't even care if she's currently insulting me in front of all my staff, but the crazy thing is that the more she misbehaves with me, the more turned on I get and the more my cock stiffens. She's right; I need to get her away from me immediately, at least for now.

"Alright, if you wish."

"So, are we flying to Jakarta?"

"On Amparo Island, dear, I have a small villa. That place is perfect for your prison!"

"Amparo Island?" she asked in surprise. "I've never heard of that fucking island!"

She grabbed her phone and looked busy for a while, but the longer she looked at her phone, the more wrinkled, frustrated, and angry her face looked, which I liked.

"That place is empty!"

"The only person on that island is me, Rollan Keenan Shah."

"You're fucking mad! The place is isolated, Rollan; fishermen only come to rest, and the distance to the nearest island is tens of kilometers, and..."

"And you want to be my prisoner, Ayu?" That island is perfect for you; there is no signal, no neighbors, and of course, this stuff is useless!" I snatched the phone from her.

She swallowed; perhaps after reading about Amparo Island, she realized something quite dangerous for her position.

"You can rest easy, just the modern tech isn't working there, but I won't leave you alone. My staff will join you. They'll cook, pick coconuts and fish for you, and... " I touched the very smooth skin of her arm, and she shuddered and immediately moved away from me.

I laughed at her behavior. "Your skin will be tanned, and you can sunbathe on the beach as you please everyday." I'll buy you hundreds of bikinis, and I will be there, accompanying you on our honeymoon."

"Hehh," she laughed mockingly. "I'll never show you more of my skin."

"Where are you going, darling?"

"You said you wanted to go to Kalimantan and Riau, right? Or do you still want to wait in Prambanan, becoming a stone like Roro Jonggrang?"

"You don't want to be my prisoner?" I asked her teasingly.

The girl stomped her feet on the ground in annoyed and immediately left me, followed by my bodyguard, leaving me alone with Ridwan, my confidant.

"Are you sure you want to bring her, sir? She could be dangerous to you."

"My life is already dangerous, Ridwan. Many people are looking to destroy me."

"Including her husband and family. Wijaya's family would never let their daughter become collateral to pay a debt."

"I don't care anymore, Ridwan; three years ago they managed to separate me from my girl by force. And now I will take her back to me by force. I also want to know what Wijaya's family will do when they find out that their favorite daughter has become collateral for a debt."

"They will go crazy, maybe force the government to intervene in your company, and..."

"All the sins of the Shah family will be exposed to the media."

Ridwan nodded. "Even the worst-case scenario is that you will go to jail."

"In that case, we must make preparations to anticipate it. Prepare everything we have planned, Ridwan."

"Everything is ready, sir. We are just waiting for your order to reveal everything."

"Not yet; you still have to do one more thing."

"What is it?"

"Bastian Aryasatya, find out everything about the prince; don't leave anything out. Be it debts, scandals, illnesses, or even, if necessary, getting DNA from him in the body of the prostitute he slept with, I've want to know everything."

"Yes sir."

"Good, because now it's time for the story to change. This time, the villain will win the story and the hero will die without being able to fight back at all."

I laughed out loud. It's about time this story became more interesting, isn't it?