The Billionaire's Maid - Tristan&Cordelia

A beautiful woman named Cordelia slowly opened her eyes, but all she could see was darkness because her eyes were covered. Her head felt heavy and throbbing, as if she had been struck with a hard object. She tried to move and quickly realized that her hands and feet were tightly bound. Panic began to creep in as her consciousness fully returned. She was inside a moving car, her eyes covered with a cloth.

"What's happening? Why am I tied up like this?" Cordelia muttered anxiously.

Breathing heavily, Cordelia tried to calm herself. She listened carefully, hoping to find clues about where she was. From the sound of the car engine and the vibrations she felt, she guessed the car was driving on a not-so-smooth road.

"What do you want from me!?" Cordelia shouted, her voice trembling.

There was no answer. Only the roar of the car's engine could be heard... "Please... whoever you are, let me go!" her voice grew hoarse, mixed with fear and frustration.

Suddenly, a deep voice from the front responded harshly and firmly, "Be quiet! The more you talk, the worse it will get for you."

Cordelia tried to recognize the voice, but her head was still spinning. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

The voice chuckled coldly and menacingly. "You don't need to know. All you need to do now is be quiet and wait."

Cordelia grew more frightened, feeling she was in danger. Yet, she had never had any enemies. That was what confused her-why had she been kidnapped?

Cordelia looked for a way to escape from the car, but it was futile. She couldn't get free in the tightly closed, fast-moving car. The rough road made her body feel as if it were being torn apart. ... Until finally, the car stopped. Cordelia heard the door beside her open. Someone yanked her out roughly. Her weak body made it hard to walk, and she was dragged, stumbling over uneven ground.

"Let me go. W-who are you really?" Cordelia asked weakly.

"Quiet! You talk too much! If you want to survive, don't resist!" threatened the man near Cordelia's ear.

Cordelia couldn't say anything in the face of the threat. The two men holding her kept dragging her until Cordelia felt a different floor beneath her feet, maybe marble or smooth wood. Their footsteps echoed in the large room. Then, her body was lifted and roughly placed on something soft, perhaps a bed.

Cordelia tried to struggle, but the bonds on her wrists and ankles were too tight. "Please, let me go. What did I ever do to you?" she cried desperately... "Tsk! You're so noisy. I told you to be quiet, so why are you still making noise!" snapped the large-built man.

Cordelia began to sob. Fear gnawed at her. She couldn't understand what was happening or who wanted her in this condition. Her body was weak and her mind a mess. In this dark, unfamiliar place, Cordelia could only hope someone would save her.

As Cordelia was suffocating in fear, she suddenly heard two men talking nearby. One of them seemed to be contacting someone-she didn't know who.

"The target is in place and ready for execution," he said coldly.

The other man added, "We're leaving her in the room as per your instructions." ... After that, they left Cordelia on the big bed, bound and helpless. As soon as the two men left, Cordelia tried several times to struggle, but it was futile. The bonds on her hands were too tight; there was no way she could escape.

Cordelia had been struggling for an hour. The beautiful woman was exhausted from trying to find a way to escape. With her eyes still covered and her hands tied, she was completely powerless. Her mind tried to figure out why she had been kidnapped.

Cordelia's tears had stopped out of sheer exhaustion. She began to resign herself to her fate. She had no idea what would happen next. So many thoughts raced through her mind, giving her a terrible headache.

The sound of a door opening...

Cordelia was startled to hear the door open. "Please, whoever is there, let me go!" she pleaded desperately. ... A handsome man stood at the door of the luxurious hotel room he had booked. The man, standing 192 centimeters tall, walked in, smiling in satisfaction at the scene before him. On the bed lay a woman, her body tied up. She wore a knee-length cream floral dress, contrasting with her pale skin.

"Help me. Please, let me go," Cordelia pleaded, sensing someone approaching.

The handsome man didn't respond to Cordelia's words. He simply curled his lips into a thin smile. "Perfect. You are very beautiful."

Cordelia's body trembled in fear at the compliment from the stranger. "W-who are you? P-please let me go."

The handsome man lowered his head, roughly grabbed Cordelia's jaw, and whispered hoarsely, "I am the man who bought you. You are my expensive possession." ... Cordelia's body froze in shock. Her heartbeat raced as if it wanted to stop. The scent of the man's cologne as he gripped her jaw made her hair stand on end in terror. The fragrance convinced her that the man near her was no ordinary person.

"S-sold? W-what do you mean?" Cordelia asked, her voice trembling.

The handsome man began to trace Cordelia's smooth face. "I'm sure I made myself clear, and I don't need to repeat myself."

Cordelia swallowed hard. "I-I don't know you. P-please let me go."

"How could I let you go, huh? Tonight, I want you so much," the handsome man whispered hoarsely.

Cordelia's body trembled even more in fear. The man's touch made her skin crawl. She was an old-fashioned woman who had never been touched by any man before. This touch made her feel something strange inside. ... However, Cordelia would not let anyone touch her carelessly. "I-I promise I'll pay you if you let me go. P-please, let me go."

The handsome man laughed at Cordelia's offer to pay him. Her offer sounded ridiculous to his ears. "You really are a naive woman. I even bought you at a high price. I don't need your money."

Cordelia's breath grew heavier. Her heart pounded even faster. "T-then what do you want?"

"You want to know what I want?" the handsome man whispered again, his gaze clouded with lust as he looked at Cordelia.

Cordelia nodded weakly. "T-tell me, what do you want?"

The handsome man brought his lips close to Cordelia's ear and whispered hoarsely, "Your body ... I want your body."