UNDER HIS RULES

wasn't worse than the first room Beatrice visited. She glanced several times towards the door that was left

hat made her shiver. However, she didn't want to complain about the pain.

ctivities on campus. Even though she was happily chatting with her two friends, it felt like she had

the financi

and only came home to ask for money from Beatrice before leaving just like that. Beatrice was never as

asked by the person sh

where she earned money to support herself. Although she often had to endure hunger and suppress many desires like girls her age, she was fortunate that her univer

ste this opport

her rented house. They ransacked it ruthlessly, searching for valuable items that Beatrice doubted c

ome to her house. They had come before, banging on her door in the middle of the night without any shame, demanding repayment

e stopped rummaging through the once-neat wardrobe. Beatrice had told h

Beatrice curse

ger. She wasn't intimidated when the person who had spoken earlier stood in front of her.

id, still with a wicked grin. "We're waiting to se

ly. "You can wait until you

o laughter that was so absurd and mocking. One of them eve

hese stubborn thugs. Before she could even reach the worn-out doorkno

familiar man

fa

deep wounds that were oozing dried blood. Not to mention his dishevel

ce feel so

r mother's death from illness ten years ago. In her eyes, Wayne, her father

please help

uals earlier. One of them had been eyeing Beatrice with great interest since the beginning. It was as if Bea

ecause she knew that her father's debts were always dealt with by that tattooed dra

daughter, his only hope of escaping from these thugs, step

me her father had behaved like this. How long would Beatrice be used as a crutch? If it were just once and her father

er fa

beaten in front of him, Bea

und, their eyes met in the air. Even though it was only for a split second, Beatrice knew that the gaze didn't tolera

e herself no longer dared to meet his gaze for too long because she felt as if her thro

business is not my conc

But no one else joined in the laughter; instead, they