Her fault,His Dark obsession (Dark romance, Erotic billionaires)

The moment Ariel stood up from her chair, the office door clicked open. The prostitute from before slid back into the room, entirely unbothered, and immediately bypassed Ariel to sink back down to her knees beneath Vincent’s desk to continue her business. Vincent didn't even look at Ariel as she left; his eyes were already dark and fixed on the woman below him. Ariel hurried out of the penthouse, her face burning, and headed straight home.

But the transit was slow, and by the time she finally made it back, she was already incredibly late.

The moment she stepped through the front door, the heavy, suffocating aura of the house told her everything she needed to know. Draven was already home, waiting for her. He stood in the living room, his face twisted in a dark, ugly scowl as he checked his watch.

"Where the hell are you coming from?" Draven demanded, his voice echoing off the walls.

Ariel tried to keep her voice steady. "I was coming from Martha's place, we went out."

Daven scoffed, his eyes narrowing into slits. He completely refused to believe her. "Martha's place? For this long? Don't lie to me, Ariel. Who were you really out opening your legs for, who would want a married woman?"

Disgusted by his accusations and wanting to avoid any further discussion, Ariel turned her back on him and tried to walk away toward the stairs. Her silence only angered Draven further. In a flash of pure rage, he moved forward, grabbed her by the shoulder, and violently dragged her back.

Slap!

The force of his hand striking her face echoed through the quiet house. Ariel gasped, the impact pushing her clean off her feet and sending her crashing onto the hard floor. Her cheek burned with a sharp, stinging heat.

"You're nothing but a slut!" No man will want to sleep with an unattractive woman like you, Draven spat, looking down at her with complete contempt before turning on his heel and walking away into the living room.

Ariel lay on the floor for a long moment, the tears flowing down from her eyes, but she forced them back. She slowly stood up, wiping her face, and walked straight into the kitchen. Her body ached, but she began to prepare dinner. She cooked, plated the food, and dished it up perfectly on the dining table, trying to maintain whatever peace she could.

But Draven refused to eat a single bite of the food she made. Instead, he grabbed his coat, slammed the front door, and left the house to go straight to his mistress's place. His mistress was Charlotte, a woman who also worked right alongside Draven at his company a fact he barely even tried to hide anymore.

Left alone in the quiet house, Ariel pulled out her phone and called Martha, her voice shaking as she laid everything bare. She told her best friend everything that had happened at Flinch Tech, sighing deeply as she admitted that she might not even be hired because of how chaotic it was. She even detailed the shocking scene of how Vincent's prostitute was actively giving him a blowjob right in the middle of the interview room.

On the other end of the line, Martha laughed it off, trying to lighten the heavy mood. "Honestly, Ariel, these tech billionaires are all out of their minds. Don't worry about it. If you aren't hired, I'll just send another job vacancy your way tonight. We'll find something."

But before the call could even end, a loud notification popped up on the top of Ariel’s phone screen. It was an official email from Flinch Tech company.

Ariel’s breath hitched as she read the words: *Dear Mrs. Ariel, you have been hired for the position of Executive Personal Secretary. You are required to report to the company tomorrow morning by 10:00 AM sharp.*

"Martha! Oh my god!" Ariel gasped, her voice cracking with pure shock. She immediately told Martha the news, reading the email aloud while her friend was still on the call.

Hearing the high salary and the immediate start date, both of them instantly broke into a wild celebration over the phone. Martha was cheering so loudly Ariel had to pull the phone away from her ear, a genuine, radiant smile breaking across Ariel's face for the first time in months.

Ariel could not contain her joy. As she hung up the phone and looked around the empty, dark house, a profound sense of relief washed over her. The next moment Draven's mother walked over and told her she was disturbing the whole estate. " You foolish woman you husband left the house few hours ago and is still not back yet but you are not bothered by it at all, so what is making you to celebrate" Draven mother spat and worked out back to her room. That night, Draven never came home to sleep, staying tucked away in Charlotte's bed.