The next morning, Roman woke up to a knock on his door. It was his three cousins calling him for breakfast. He gave a short reply, got out of bed, freshened up, and walked downstairs.
His three cousins followed him. Deep down, they had thought Roman might flirt or say something to one of them like he usually did, but to their surprise, he didn't even glance at them. Quiet and serious, he simply made his way to the dining table.
Everyone sat down for breakfast. Things were going peacefully until Suzen suddenly asked,
"Where's Roselle?"
Natasha replied casually, "She's not feeling well. She said she was tired and wanted to rest."
Suzen smirked and said with a sarcastic tone, "If you exercise the whole night, of course you'll be tired in the morning."
Natasha frowned, confused. "Exercise? Mom never works out at night. Maybe she just wants to stay fit in these stressful times."
Suzen chuckled. "Yeah, right. Fit for trying all sorts of new positions."
Natasha blinked. "What do you mean, Aunt?"
"I mean yoga," Suzen said with a fake smile. "If you do proper yoga, you can bend your body 180 degrees. Don't you know?"
"Ohh," Natasha laughed awkwardly. "I thought you were talking about something else."
Roman didn't say a word. He quietly finished his breakfast, not reacting to the conversation.
After eating, he got up and started walking toward his room when Suzen suddenly called out behind him.
"Roman, come to my room. I need to talk to you about something important."
"I'm busy right now, Aunt. Maybe later," he replied without turning back.
"Then I'll come to your room after lunch. I won't take much of your time," Suzen said, her tone calm but firm.
Roman paused for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Alright. You can come."
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After lunch, Suzen came to Roman's room. She gently knocked on the door, then stepped in without waiting — the door was already open. Roman was sitting on a chair, working on his laptop.
He glanced at her once and then turned his attention back to the screen.
Suzen stood in front of him, dressed in a short one-piece dress that hugged her curves. The hem was high enough to show off her long, smooth legs. She stood confidently, knowing she had his attention — even if he didn't show it.
Roman didn't react. No expression, no change in tone. He just spoke calmly.
"So, what do you want to talk about, Aunt Suzen?"
She gave a sly smile. "About your little workout session with Roselle last night."
Roman looked at her now, a bit more focused.
"I have to say… you've got quite the wild side. I mean, doing it like that… out on the terrace, no shame, no hesitation. Was it some kind of roleplay? Master and servant? Or something else?"
Roman leaned back slightly, relaxed. "She wanted it. She got it. Looks like she found her place in the house."
Suzen stepped a bit closer. "Well, if she can have you, why can't I?"
Roman raised a brow slightly.
Suzen continued, her voice smooth and tempting. "Whatever she can do, I can do better. I can give you everything you want. Whatever fantasy you have, I'm not scared to try. You can use me however you like."
Roman gave a half-smirk. "I already have someone for that. Why would I need you?"
Suzen didn't flinch at Roman's rejection. Instead, she gave a cold, amused smile.
"Oh Roman… you think she's enough for you?" she said, walking slowly around his chair like a predator circling its prey. "Roselle is soft, needy. She'll cry the moment you get too rough with her. But me? I won't break. I'll match your pace, maybe even drag you deeper into it."
Roman tilted his head, watching her without blinking.
"You think I care about love or romance?" Suzen continued, her voice now low and serious. "No. I care about control, power… and pleasure in its rawest form. I know the games people play. I've played them before most girls even learned to lie."
She leaned close to his ear. "Roselle might scream your name. But I can make you forget hers."
Roman stared at her blankly, unimpressed.
Suzen stepped back and crossed her arms. "You want benefits? Let me list them for you."
She raised one finger. "I don't need your promises. No fake emotions. I just want what you want — pure, dirty satisfaction."
A second finger. "I won't cry. I won't chase you. I won't beg for your love like Roselle. You can use me, command me, ignore me — and I'll still come crawling back."
A third finger. "I know your secrets. You're not just playing around. You're building something. And I can help. I have connections. Influence. I can make people disappear, bend rules, move money. I've done it before. I'll do it for you."
A fourth finger. "Roselle? She's loyal now. But how long before she wants more? Before she gets jealous? Starts asking questions? I won't."
Then she said quietly, almost whispering, "And fifth… I'll never fall in love with you. So you'll never have to kill or worry about me."
Roman looked up now — that caught his interest. Just a flicker in his eyes, but Suzen saw it.
"I'm not your weakness," she added. "I can be your knife. Your shadow. Your release. And when you're done with me…" she smiled darkly, "I'll walk away on my own."
Silence hung in the air. Roman closed his laptop slowly and stood up, facing her.
"You're clever, Aunt," he said flatly. "Dangerous too."
"I am," she whispered. "That's why I'm the perfect choice."
Roman stood there for a moment, silent,
Then, slowly, a small, cold smile spread across his face.
"Alright," he said in a calm, deep voice. "You want in?"
Suzen didn't move, didn't blink.
"Then prove it," Roman continued. "Words are cheap. I've heard prettier lies from deadlier women."
He took a step closer, just enough to look down into her eyes. "How are you going to show your loyalty, Aunt?"
Suzen's smile didn't fade — it sharpened.
Suzen looked at him with a fierce, hollow kind of devotion.
"You want a loyal dog? I'll bark."
"You want a shadow? I'll walk behind you through fire."
"You want a monster? I'll become worse than one for you."
"Give me your orders, Roman. I'll prove that Roselle is a toy. I'm the real weapon."
Roman's voice was low, almost amused. "And if I told you to betray your own family?"
"I already did," Suzen replied coldly. "I'm here, aren't I?"
Roman gave a slow nod, then turned back to his chair.
Roman leaned back into his chair, his fingers supporting his chin, eyes locked on Suzen with quiet dominance. There was no command from his lips — only the weight of his gaze, fixed downward, sharp and deliberate.
It was enough.
Suzen understood.
She didn't speak. She didn't question. She simply moved.
With quiet grace, she lowered herself to her knees.Slowly, she began to crawl toward him, her movements fluid and purposeful — like prey offering itself to a predator.
Suzen stopped before him, her head slightly bowed. The air between them was thick with something unspoken.
But could she be really trusted, a women who could betray her own family and childrens for her own sake, can betray even him when the time comes,and romans knows that.
And suzen is just a toy among his others toys to be used and discarded.😈😈😈😈😈
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