Became His Mistress to Pay for My Brother's Sin

Gavin leaned closer, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. "Do you think I don’t know? You were with him, bore his child—how could you stoop so low?"

Sienna was already sobbing, her voice trembling as she tried to explain. "Gavin, it’s not like that. Please, listen to me."

Gavin exhaled deeply, his anger giving way to frustration. His tone softened, though his eyes remained filled with worry. "Sienna, listen to me. You need to leave him. Go as far away as you can. He’s not someone you can handle—he’s dangerous, a demon..."

"Visiting time is over!" the prison guard called out sharply.

Gavin's words cut off abruptly. He stood, his posture stiff as he gazed at his sister with deep concern. “Promise me, Sienna. Be obedient—leave him.”

--

When Sienna exited the prison, she saw the black commercial vehicle waiting for her, but this time, the driver’s seat was occupied by Elijah himself.

He leaned casually against the door, his face shadowed by a slight scowl. The ground beside him was littered with cigarette butts, a sign that he’d been waiting for some time.

Noticing her red, swollen eyes, he raised a hand to brush away her tears. “Little girl,” he murmured, his voice deceptively gentle.

Sienna flinched, pulling her face away sharply—and in her haste, her head struck him lightly on the cheek.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make Elijah pause. His expression darkened as anger flickered in his eyes.

Sienna froze, her heart pounding. She fully expected him to retaliate, perhaps even strike her. But instead, Elijah grabbed her arm and unceremoniously pulled her into the car.

"Let me go!" she cried, struggling against his iron grip. Her resistance was futile; she was no match for his strength.

“Fasten your seatbelt,” he commanded coldly, his voice laced with menace. “Unless you want to die right here.”

Sienna’s chest heaved as she tried to compose herself. Gathering what courage she had, she turned to him, her voice trembling with accusation. “Did you tell my brother about me?” Tears streamed down her face, her emotions a chaotic blend of fear and anger.

Elijah’s jaw tightened, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes. “It’s better this way,” he said flatly. “He was going to find out eventually. Did you really think you could keep it a secret forever?”

His sarcastic words only fueled the fire of her anger. Without a second thought, Sienna yanked open the car door, ready to escape.

The chill in Elijah’s eyes deepened. He extended his hand to stop the door, his voice icy. “Sienna, are you sure you want to challenge me?”

Her eyes, red and swollen, remained silent, but the frustration she had carried for days surged to the surface. “Just leave me alone,” she muttered, barely able to contain her emotions.

Elijah’s face flickered with something unreadable, but his smile grew even more mocking, his voice low. “Then go. Get out.”

Without hesitation, Sienna jumped from the car, her movements sharp, as if to prove a point.

Before she could regain her footing, the car sped off, its engine roaring as it disappeared into the distance, nearly sending her stumbling.

Bitterness tightened in her chest as she walked quickly, her mind clouded with frustration. But as she glanced at the winding road ahead, a sinking realization hit her—how foolish she had been.

The sky above darkened ominously, thunder crashing, and heavy rain began to fall in torrents.

Sienna stood alone beneath the oppressive sky, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. She felt like the last person in a world crowded with people, abandoned in the downpour, lost, unable to find her way.

Suddenly, the sleek black car reappeared, stopping in front of her. The door opened, and the tall figure of Elijah stepped out, holding an umbrella. “Get in,” he commanded, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Sienna lifted her wet face, her lips trembling as she silently climbed into the car.

Elijah tossed her a clean towel, his gaze intense and focused on her.

The white shirt clung to her body, damp against her skin, tracing every curve with the rise and fall of her breath. Gone was the innocent girl he once knew—now, she held the allure of a woman, her beauty wrapped in a quiet, intoxicating charm.

The sweet, milky fragrance that lingered around her only added to the heat spreading through him.

His hand reached for her, and Sienna’s heart skipped. When her gaze met his, the intensity in his eyes was unmistakable—desire burned in them, raw and unmistakable.

Her hand trembled, and the towel slipped from her fingers, falling to the floor.

Outside, the storm raged on, but inside the car, a different rhythm took over—one that pulsed with unspoken tension.

…

That night, neither of them returned to Morgan's house.

Instead, Elijah booked a hotel in the mountains, and there, he pushed her limits, his torment stretching through the hours, filling the silence of the night.