Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ophelia’s POV

I wept uncontrollably as I vigorously scrubbed Ryan’s lingering touches on my skin. I hated it.

I hated life. I desperately wanted to die.

I didn’t want to kill myself because I knew I’d most likely end up in hell if I did so.

My life on earth was already hell, and I didn’t want to continue living like that in the underworld.

I scrubbed my skin as the image of Ryan forcing himself inside me struck my mind’s eye. I screamed as the sponge dropped from my hand.

I clasped my hand over my ears to chase the heart-wrenching sound of Ryan thrusting into me away from my mind. The memory was tormenting.

I wanted to fall asleep and have my entire memory wiped out before I woke up. My eyes met with my reflection in the mirror and I instantly stopped my wild display of senility.

With shaky hands, I rinsed out the soap lather from my hair before I towel-dried it, my hands were too weak to hold a blow-dryer.

I didn’t want to destroy the blow-dryer and provoke Ryan to rape me once more.

I pulled on a casual outfit which I didn’t even check before I flung it on. Then, I buried myself under the bedcovers as I cried silently to myself.

I had nobody to share my pain with. They’d all judge me and blame me for being too desperate for money so I fell into Ryan’s trap.

I could only hope that by the time the tenure of the contract ended, I was still alive and I hadn’t committed suicide before then.

My stomach rumbled, cutting into my suicidal thoughts, and putting a temporary end to my weeping fits. I chuckled to myself as I patted my belly.

It was time for dinner. I made my way out of bed as I proceeded to head downstairs.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I had reached the door and was about to twist the door when I remembered Ryan could also be there. Nowadays, he ate in the main dining room more often, so the probability of him being there was quite high.

More importantly, it was his house and he could eat anywhere he wished to. I was only an outsider and his slave, so I didn’t get to have a say in anything.

I climbed back on the bed and ignored the rumbling of my stomach before I retrieved my phone from the nightstand to place a call to Jason.

On the first ring, he picked, “Hi, Lia. Is something wrong?”

I stifled the urge to break down in tears, and shook my head, “N-no, everything is fine. I’m not feeling too well today,”

“Yeah, I figured it out from your hoarse voice. Do you need to go to the hospital? Have you had dinner yet?” He asked, and once again, I shook my head in negation even though I knew he couldn’t see me.

“I haven’t eaten dinner yet. I visited the hospital earlier today, and they prescribed some drugs for me,” I lied through my teeth.

“Oh, that’s great then. I’m coming over to your room in ten minutes to deliver something,” Jason replied, to which I frowned.

“What is that?” I couldn’t help but ask.

I heard him chuckle from the other end of the line in response, “It’s a surprise, Lia. You’ll see it soon,”

“Alright, I’ll be expecting you,” I mumbled, and hung up.

Afterward, I leaped up from the bed, plopped down on the stool in front of the dresser, and retrieved some tissues from the tissue box to wipe off my tears and any remainder of melancholia on me.

I didn’t want to explain anything to Jason.

When I was satisfied with myself, I discarded the used tissues into the wastebasket which was placed near the door before plopping back on the bed.

Moments later, I heard a knock on the door and I smiled to myself as I got up from the bed to fling the door open.

I almost burst into happy tears when I saw the tray of assorted food, consisting of roasted chicken laps, a scoop of baked beans, vegetable salad, and a glass of fruit juice. I forgot my worries momentarily as I grabbed the tray from him before I looked up at him with literal tears of joy glistening in my eyes.

“You just saved my life,” I cried, to which he shook his head and chuckled.

“Don’t thank me, Lia. Thank Sir Ryan, he asked us to make this for you,” At Jason’s utterance, my smile instantly evaporated from my face.

I almost thrusted the tray back to him as anger stemmed inside me at the mention of Ryan’s name but I realized it wasn’t Jason’s fault, he was just a servant delivering his master’s orders.

I feigned a smile and nodded at him, “Alright then. I will thank Ryan later,”

“That’ll be great. I have to go now,” He muttered and bowed before he trekked away.

I slammed the door shut immediately after he left before I placed the food tray on the nightstand as I glared murderously at it like it was the bane of my existence.

Ryan must think so lowly of me for him to appease me with just food. I thought to myself, with literal fumes of anger escaping my nose.

It wasn’t as if I could match up to his room to angrily tell him off. That’d be a case of me indirectly committing suicide.

I knew better than to get on the cold bastard’s nerves.

Just as I was about to flop onto my bed to deliberate on the next action to take, my phone vibrated with an incoming call beside me.

I averted my glare from the food tray to my phone before I retrieved it. I gasped when I saw the caller id.

It was an impending call from Dad’s oncologist.

I quickly answered his call, and placed my phone against my ear, “Doctor,”

“Miss Alvarez, how are you doing today?” She asked, to which I frowned.

The oncologist and I were friendly but she had never called to ask about my well-being, and instantly, I could tell something was wrong and she was probably stalling.

But I answered, “I’m okay, thanks. How are you?”

“That’s great to hear. I’m also doing well,” She replied.

Afterward, silence ensued and I almost thought she had hung up on me until she spoke again, “Miss Ophelia, can you come over to the hospital right now?”

It was confirmed, something had happened to dad.

“Yes, sure. What’s going on?” I asked, with my heart in my mouth.

She exhaled sharply, “Mister Alvarez has gone into cardiac arrest,”

I gasped in shock as my grip on my phone got rubbery, and the device slid down my ear.