Chapter 2 Devils Incarnate

• "Maya, please. We need your help. How would you feel if we all ended up dead, Maya? We're talking about Don Damon here.”
• After my father slapped me, my mother started sobbing and persuaded me to agree to my father's demands.
• "Mom, we should start packing Maya’s clothes. Don Damon will be here soon. We can not let him wait."
• My sister Anna suddenly stood up from my chair and urged my mom to pack my bags.
• Incredulously, I looked up at Anna and realized she was sneering at me provocatively.But before I could say anything, my father interrupted me again and said to my mother, “Anna is right. We can not let Don Damon wait. Go to pack for Maya. I will leave with Don Damon soon.”
• "father!" I shouted.
• "Maya, this is the first good thing you've done since you were born. And I'm so proud of you."
• Before my protests could be uttered, my father suddenly hugged me and said he was proud of me. My mother also looked at me with grateful eyes.
• I had never felt the love they gave me before, and in this moment I was suddenly touched.I felt a surge of happiness. For the first time in my life, my father appreciated me and my mother said she loved me.
• Finally, I made up my mind that I would make this sacrifice for my family, no matter the cost. Which, I hoped, wouldn't be much.
• Suddenly, a servant burst into the room, my face filled with anxiety. "Don is here," she exclaimed.
• My father glanced at Anna and my mother. "Both of you should leave. Don't let him see you," he ordered. "Except for you, Maya."
• I felt nervous, but I still immediately sat back down.The anticipation and fear had caused my nipples to harden even more. My sweat had also dampened my white clothes, making my body quite visible underneath.
• I hugged my shoulders tightly, knowing that Don would soon be seated at the head of the table. I clenched my fist around my gown, my eyes fixed on the entrance of the dining hall. I could hear footsteps.
• Getting closer and closer, Don Damon entered.
• His presence was intimidating. Despite the lack of cold weather, I couldn't help but tremble. His gray eyes met mine, but I couldn't find any emotion in his expression.
• He was dressed in a dark blue suit, left unbuttoned. The shirt collar was neatly folded, but two buttons on the shirt were undone.
• I thought to myself, "Neat but terrifying."
• As he looked around the room, his eyes landed on a girl who was staring at him with fear. I was the only other person in the hall besides my father, and he immediately knew I was the culprit. Hatred filled his heart.
• However, he couldn't deny that I was beautiful. my green eyes were captivating, even though they trembled with fear. His heart grew colder. I didn't know genuine fear yet.
• As his gaze shifted away from mine, I noticed my father struggling to stand up from his seat. I watched as he respectfully greeted the Don.
• The Don's eyes returned to me. I felt a wave of confusion wash over my and lowered my gaze, biting my lip. Remembering my manners, I stood up and bowed, my face to the ground.
• "Is she?" I heard him ask. His deep voice took charge.
• "Yes, Boss," I replied.
• I heard him slowly approach me, and then he pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. He placed his hand on the table, tapping it lightly.
• I remained motionless as if frozen in place. He didn't need any more proof that I had leaked the information to the police. The information that had nearly cost him something very important. He was determined to make my pay, no matter the cost.
• But the first thing, he picked up the paper in front of him and saw my signature on it. A smile formed on his face. It was done. He held my life in his hands.
• He glanced up at me, extending his legs while reclining in the seat, "Hey, look at me," he commanded.
• I remained motionless, standing there trembling like a leaf, which only fueled his anger. He despised having to repeat himself, and the sooner I realized it, the better for both of them.
• He rose to his feet, casually walked around the table, and then halted in front of me.
• He forcefully tugged my hair, causing me to gaze up at him, feeling the pain shoot through my scalp as he held onto it tightly.
• I winced, suppressing my tears. My hands instinctively grasped my hair as he forcefully pulled it down again, forcing me to meet his gaze.
• "I'm talking to you. Look at me!”