The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 93: Twisted fairytale

Chapter 93: Twisted fairytale

Alina stormed into the estate with anger coursing through her. She couldn’t believe her father had sent a bomb to Damien’s private hideout without informing her.

How could he do that to her? He knew how much she loved him and he dared to try to kill him?

She should have never informed him about where Damien’s hideout was.

Fuck! It’s all her damn fault! She should have known her father would strike when they least expected it.

She grabbed the silver handles of the large white doors and barged into the room.

She knew she had to sanitize her eyes after seeing the scene in front of her.

Her father was one twisted man and at times she wondered how her mom had fallen in love with a fucking pervert like him. Probably because the bitch was a masochist.

He was into the most disgusting kinks known to me.

He was busy licking the ass of one of his many sluts while one of them fucked him from behind.

Yes the almighty leader of the Russian mafia was into some sick submissive kink and it truly disgusted her.

The fact that she was the one who had to call the cleaner to clean up the room every single time after her father’s session fucking made her mad.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" Her father cursed, glaring at her.

"Don’t you know how to knock on the door?"

Alina rolled her eyes and turned to look at her father’s sluts.

"If you all want your body intact you will leave it room this very second!" She yelled as she furrowed her brows.

They grabbed their things and ran out of the room, leaving her alone with her father.

Her dad let out a series of cusses at her as he put on a robe.

"Whatever you have to say must be important for you to fucking ruin my fun, Alina."

He walked to his desk in the corner of the room and grabbed himself a cigar and a lighter. He popped it in between his teeth and lit it as he inhaled.

"Why did you call on the attack on Damien?"

Alina asked clearly, she was agitated. If the man in front of her wasn’t her father she would have put a bullet through his head already.

She had killed the guy her father sent and she had made sure that he felt every pain that she was feeling right now.

"Because I was bored. Is that enough reason for you princess?" Her father gloated.

Alina grabbed the vase on the table near her and threw it on the wall behind her father. If he hadn’t turned his head slightly it would have hit him.

"Fucking shit! Are you out of your mind!" Her father bellowed.

"Yes I am papa. You know how much I love Damien and you dare to harm him!"

Her father snorted, "Love?"

He raised his brows, "Do you even know what love is Alina? You have OCD Alina. Obsessive-compulsive disorder. Your brain literally forces you to become obsessed with someone and you foolishly call it love because you don’t know any better.

But it’s not real. None of it is real. And eventually, you will see another man, and it will be like lightning’s just struck. And you will feel nothing for him."

Alina furrowed her face. She knew her father was right but Damien was different! He didn’t understand her and her emotions.

She had been diagnosed with OCD and her own was a little different from being a control neatfreak.

She was obsessed over people. Men to be more specific.

The parade of men that she has supposedly "fallen" in love with over the years was a source of unending amusement to her father.

She would see someone across the room, and just like a fairytale, she would be a goner, completely obsessed over them.

Being a trained beautiful seductress also helped her to make them fall in love with her...she would get them to fall in love with her, until they were just as obsessed with her as she was with them then when she got bored she killed them.

She loved the attention these men gave her and the control she had over them.

But Damien Niarchos was different. His eyes didn’t sparkle when they saw her and he didn’t treat her like the rest. A fucking damsel in distress.

If anything, him ignoring her and never touching her made her want him more. She knew he was using her and still she allowed him to use her.

She didn’t care how he was using her as long as she got to be by his side.

When he had dumped her she had been furious. She was going to take over his empire and let him beg on his knees to ask her back then they would rule together such a perfect ending to her fairytale not fucking kill him!

But of course! Her stupid father had to ruin everything.

"I told you not to harm him papa! I warned you but you didn’t listen! You better pray he makes it out alive or you can kiss that new pet of yours goodbye!"

She threatened. She knew the old man was obsessed with the 18 year old slave he bought at an auction.

It was rare for Alina to feel bad for someone but she did for that girl. Her father was a fucking pervert and he was going to ruin her.

Death seemed like a reward for her because the sick things her father would do to the poor girl made her shiver.

"Alina you wouldn’t dare!"

She chuckled at the horror on her father’s face, "You know papa. I don’t fucking joke with what’s mine. You destroy it, you pay the price."

Without waiting for his response she walked out of the room.

Damien you better fucking survive or I will come to hell and kill you myself!

This game wasn’t fucking over and he dared to die? Stupid coward.

He was hers and only she gets to decide if he lives or not.