♥ Chapter 11♥
Dominic Castellano.
10:50 AM – Dominic’s Mansion – Castellano City.
Five days later.
Wednesday.
I stepped out of the bathroom with unhurried steps, a towel hanging loosely around my waist, my eyes scanning the vast closet.
I chose something casual—a thin black shirt and dark linen pants.
After all, today I was at home, without rushing.
Once dressed, I ran my fingers through my damp hair, letting the strands fall naturally over my forehead.
With everything in order, I headed to my office, the most private space in my mansion—where every decision that controls this city is made.
The Meeting.
As I opened the door, my five most loyal men were already waiting.
Jack, Sérgio, Lorenzo, Viktor, and Enzo.
The moment I stepped inside, they all bowed their heads respectfully.
As always.
I, on the other hand, said nothing.
I simply walked with calculated steps toward my desk, settling into my imposing leather chair.
Reaching for the pack of cigarettes, I pulled one out, lit it with unhurried precision, and took a deep drag, letting the smoke slowly fill the room.
Then, I picked up Sérgio’s thick report.
Finally.
I would have time to immerse myself in every detail of my Sojung’s life.
As I flipped open the first page, a satisfied smile curled my lips at the sight of that familiar face printed on paper.
Asher Bennett – Background.
Full Name: Asher Bennett.
Age: 25 years old.
Date of Birth: March 7th.
Parents: Robert Bennett and Helena Bennett.
Place of Birth: New York, United States.
"Interesting…" I murmured, flipping through the next pages as I exhaled smoke.
Current Residence: Elyssia – Castellano City.
Living in the city for five years.
Resides in a rented apartment with Nicholas "Nick" Smitt, 27 years old.
My eyebrow lifted slightly at the mention of this, Nick.
Nicholas Smitt – Information.
Occupation: Works at a local tech company as a data analyst.
Clean background. No criminal records.
Has been a constant support for Asher since they arrived in Castellano City together.
My fingers tightened around the cigarette.
"This friend… could be a problem." I muttered under my breath.
Employment & Social Circle.
Occupation: Works at one of the busiest diners in the city, known for its high customer traffic.
Coworkers:
Liam Carter, 26 years old. Outgoing. Always inviting Asher out. No criminal records.
Jack Spencer, 28 years old. Fun but reserved. No apparent threat.
Sophia Rodriguez, 24 years old. Romantically interested in Nick Smitt. Frequently interacts with Asher.
I let out a humored, ironic smirk as I read through his list of so-called friends.
"These three could also be obstacles."
The Past and Weaknesses.
The next page piqued my interest.
Five years ago, Asher left New York after a betrayal involving his mother, Helena, and his then-boyfriend, Douglas Henrique.
The report detailed how he caught them together and, without looking back, packed his things and moved to Castellano City with Nick.
My smirk grew into something darker.
"That explains a lot."
His parents and ex-boyfriend were still trying to find him.
Douglas Henrique – The Ex.
21 years old.
Works at an electronics store in New York.
Has been actively searching for information on Asher’s whereabouts.
I clicked my tongue, eyes narrowing at the name.
"This boy really doesn’t know when to quit."
I let out a low chuckle, my smirk deepening.
"Well then, let him come. It’ll be fun killing him."
Predictable Patterns.
The following pages outlined a routine as predictable as clockwork.
Daily Routine:
Mornings: Work.
Nights: Home.
Weekends: Occasional outings with friends.
Romantic Life: Casual, non-emotional relationships.
I read that last line twice.
And just like that, my jaw clenched.
Casual relationships.
Other men.
Other men touched what is mine.
A slow, burning rage spread through my chest, poisoning my bloodstream with possessiveness.
The very thought that someone had already had him—had felt his skin, had heard his ragged breathing, had touched even an inch of what belonged to me—made my vision blur with fury.
I inhaled deeply, taking another slow drag from the cigarette, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs as I fought the violent instincts clawing at me.
With a sharp flick of my wrist, I slammed the report shut.
My gaze lifted to my men, the anger still burning in my veins.
The Decision.
"This boy, Asher Bennett, is mine."
My voice came out calm but laced with something undeniable—an obsession too deep to control.
"He caught my attention, and now he belongs to me. Simple as that. There are no labels, no choices. In every sense, he will be mine, and no one else will touch him."
The five men nodded in perfect unison.
Their voices echoed at once.
"We are here to follow any order, my Lord."
A slow, calculated grin stretched across my lips—cold and void of amusement.
I rose from my chair, irritation still simmering beneath my skin.
The Plan.
"I will get things in order. It’s time I visit my Sojung."
I let out a low, amused chuckle.
"Tonight, he will receive an invitation to dinner."
I tilted my head, my smirk growing dangerously sharp.
"If he refuses… he will have to accept the reality of being kidnapped."
Jack and Sérgio exchanged a brief glance, but said nothing.
They knew.
When I wanted something, nothing stopped me from getting it.
Orders Given.
"Jack, Sérgio, you’re coming with me to Asher’s workplace."
My voice sliced through the air, absolute.
"Lorenzo, Viktor, and Enzo—you will handle the new human trafficking shipment arriving tonight. Take care of everything. If there are any attractive women, throw them into the brothels. I want some reserved for auctions… especially the virgins. Young boys, too."
"Yes, my Lord."
Their uniformed response satisfied me.
I took another cigarette from the pack, lighting it with leisurely ease as I strolled toward the door.
See You Soon, Sojung.
The very thought of seeing him again—touching him, claiming him completely—sent a thrill of satisfaction through my veins.
He didn’t know it yet.
But he was already mine.
And tonight…
He would start to understand that.