Domineering Billionaire’s Maid(BDSM-Erotica)

Edward’s P. O. V.

I stop the car at my father’s mansion.

“Mia, you stay here. I’ll be right back after talking to him.” I tell her, opening the car’s door.

She nods in response, and I leave after shutting the door.

I hear my father’s conversation with Alice, standing outside his room.

Shit! He is surely planning something, but I won’t let him succeed in his plan.

My eyes widen in horror when I see him taking out his revolver from the drawer.

“Your end has come, Alice. I’ll finally wipe you out of my son’s life.” He mutters with a wicked smirk before placing the revolver in the back pocket of his trousers.

Fuck! He is planning to shoot Alice. I need to inform Alexander immediately.

I conceal myself behind a pillar in an instant as my father abruptly exits his room.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

With trembling hands, I dial Alexander’s number repeatedly, my heart pounding with fear and frustration.

But he ignores my calls.

I reach outside and spot my father in his car, accompanied by his men, who are sitting in different cars. I quickly slide into my car and start the engine.

“What happened, Edward?” Mia asks, her voice filled with worry, as she notices the tension on my face.

My hands grip the steering wheel tightly as I try to keep up with my father’s car, all the while attempting to explain everything to Mia. “Mia, it’s Alice. She’s in danger. My father has a gun, and I overheard him saying he wants to erase her from Alexander’s life.”

“What? How could he?” She gasps in terror.

“I’m trying to contact Alexander, but he is not answering.” As I tell Mia, I speed dial Alexander’s number, hoping he’ll answer this time.

Finally, he picks up, and his voice is laced with frustration as he asks, “Edward, what’s going on? Why are you calling me repeatedly?”

“Alexander, listen carefully,” I reply, my words rushed. “Dad has a gun, and he’s planning to harm Alice. He has called Alice to meet him alone, and he is on his way.”

Alexander’s voice tightens with worry, and he freaks out. “What the fuck! Where is Alice meeting him?”

“I’m following his car, and I’m just sending you my live location. Just come fast.”

“I’m just coming. Edward, please do not let anything happen to Alice or Aunt until I arrive.”

“I’ll do my best, Alexander, but you need to come soon with the police.”

Without waiting for a response, I hang up and focus on driving to follow my father’s car, and my heart pounds in my chest.

No matter what, I won’t allow any harm to come to Alice because this is my only chance at redemption.

As I chase my father’s car through the city streets, Mia speaks up, her voice filled with fear. “Edward, I’m afraid.”

I glance at her face and assure her, “Mia, I promise I won’t let anything happen to your friend.”

She gives me a nod, fixing her eyes filled with tears at me. For the first time, my heart ache to see her in tears.

As we approach the meeting point, I can see my father’s car pulling into a secluded area near an abandoned warehouse. My heart races as I park our car a short distance away, trying to remain hidden.

“Mia, I’m going in. You stay in the car.” I instruct her.

“But I’ll go with you.”

“No, Mia. Alice’s life is already at risk, and I don’t want to endanger yours. Please stay here.” I request her, and she reluctantly nods.

I watch in tense silence as Dad exits his car and heads towards the warehouse with his men. Then I step outside and follow them.

Alice’s P. O. V.

My heart pounds like a drumbeat as I reach the desolate warehouse, my footsteps echoing in the silence. The instructions from Mr. Wilson were clear: I must come alone.

I know I’m putting my life in danger, but I can’t inform Alexander because I’m concerned that Mr Wilson may have tapped our phones.

I clutch my phone and take a deep breath. My aunt’s safety depends on my actions now, and I can’t afford to make a mistake.

As I enter the shadowy warehouse, I can feel my palms getting sweaty. I glance with nervousness at the darkened surroundings, searching for any signs of Mr. Wilson.

Finally, I spot him standing, surrounded by his menacing-looking men. His sinister smile sends shivers down my spine.

My breath catches in my throat as I approach them.

“Where’s my aunt?” I demand, trying to sound composed despite my fear.

Mr. Wilson smirks and nods to one of his men, who gestures toward a door leading further into the warehouse.

“She’s safe for now. But whether she stays that way depends on you.”

I grit my teeth, suppressing my anger and fear. “I came alone, just like you asked. Now release her.”

He chuckles darkly. “You’re quite brave, aren’t you? Well, let’s get straight to the point. I want you to end your relationship with my son. Break his heart, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider letting your aunt go.”

My hands tremble with anger and anxiety. I can’t believe I’m being forced to choose between my love for Alexander and my aunt’s safety. But my love for him is unwavering.

“I won’t do it,” I declare, my voice shaking but determined. “I love Alexander, and I won’t betray him.”

Mr. Wilson’s smile fades into a scowl, and he reaches behind his back. My heart sinks as I see a gun in his hand.

“You’ve always been the problem, Alice! You’ve torn my family apart. It’s time to end this once and for all.” He hisses, raising the gun in my direction, causing my eyes to dilate in horror.

Panic surges through me as I take a step back, my heart racing.

Before I can utter another word, a familiar voice rings out. “Dad, stop!”

I turn my head and see Edward rushing towards us, his eyes wide with desperation.

What is he doing here?

He approaches his father, explaining him. “Dad, listen to me. There is no fault of Alice in this. I did wrong to her. It was my fault only that I lost Alexander and went to jail. Put the gun down, please.”

I’m taken aback to see Edward trying to protect me from his father. I can’t believe he is that same person who tortured me mercilessly.

“No, Edward. What you did with Alice, woman deserved that only.” He responds to Edward, putting the gun down.

“Dad-”

Before Edward can explain him, he again levels the gun at me, accusing me with venom in his voice. “This is all your fault, Alice! You’ve come between my sons, and now you’re going to pay for it.”

“Stop, Dad, please,” Edward pleads, his voice shaking. “This won’t solve anything. We can find another way.”

However, anger and hatred has consumed Mr. Wilson, and his finger tightens on the trigger. Time seems to slow down, and I brace myself for the inevitable bullet that’s about to end my life.

Then a gunshot rings out, echoing through the warehouse, and I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the searing pain of the bullet to strike me.

But after a few seconds, I realise that I haven’t been hit. Trembling with fear, I open my eyes and find Edward lies motionless in a pool of his blood. I stumble backwards in shock, my mind struggling to process what has just happened.