Sweet Girl For A Ruthless Billionaire

Sira, a teenage girl was curled up in the corner of the bed. Her position was not favorable. The shirt she was wearing was partially torn.

"Please, I'm just a little girl. I don't know anything about my father's work." The girl pleaded; she knelt down to ask the man in front of her for mercy.

The man's gaze was intense. In his left hand was an expensive shiny pants belt. His posture was tall and well-built, his facial lines hard with a very masculine aura. He was the owner of one of the largest companies in the world.

"Isn't your name Sira?"

Sira nodded, the girl looked fearfully at the man in front of her. Undeniably, the man was very handsome in Sira's eyes. But his aura was very dark and frightening.

"You know, your father has harmed several subsidiaries that I am managing." The man whose name was unknown was getting closer to Sira. The girl grew pale, her heartbeat quickening

"Please don't kill me. I don't know anything," Sira said, closing her eyes. The thought of being tortured crossed her mind.

Sure enough. Without mercy, the man grabbed Sira's shoulder-length hair. The girl winced in pain; she had suffered enough so far. Plus now she had to bear the guilt of her father.

"It hurts, please let go!" Sira cried out loudly, her eyes closed. She bit her lip unconsciously.

"This is the result of what your father did. You must also suffer. I don't care how old you are, you must take responsibility for this." The man whispered in a sharp tone in Sira's ear. The girl instantly got goosebumps, his aura was very frightening. Sira was trembling, she didn't know who to ask for help.

"You're useless!" Letting go of the hold on Sira's hair. The girl could breathe a little easier. Her head throbbed violently, her vision a little blurry. But she had to be strong, her thin body had been subjected to a lot of torture so far.

"Don't expect to escape from me until your damn father is caught. You'll be my collateral, I'll do whatever I want. Don't expect me to be the least bit kind to you." The man quickly turned around, someone had called out to him.

"Damian, an important guest is waiting for you in the study," said a middle-aged man who suddenly opened the door.

The man let out a rough breath, he knew who the important guest was.

"Take good care of this girl. Don't let her escape or try to kill herself. We still need her as a hostage," the man muttered as he walked away.

Damianiato Tomhill, the rightful heir to the Tomhill family that founded one of the largest companies in the world. But Damian's path to becoming the heir was not easy, some of his family members did not accept it.

Damian wiped the corner of his slightly bleeding lip. He had just been slapped by the old man in front of him, who was none other than the important guest.

"Are you getting tired of the job? How many subsidiaries have made huge losses lately." The old man was furious. He banged the wooden stick he was holding several times. His emotions were running high.

"Sorry Dad," Damian said quietly. His head lowered. The man had suddenly turned weak. Not like before who looked scary.

"Sorry you said! You know me best, there is no apology for the great wrong you have done," the old man retorted. He struck Damian's body several times with the wooden stick. But the man remained silent, not moving an inch. He had been trained since childhood to take many blows. The hard life was Damian's daily bread.

"I will finish it in a few days. I have Mario's daughter locked up. He'll be the collateral for that," Damian said, looking into the old man's eyes.

"I don't want to know. You must resolve this matter immediately. Otherwise, be prepared to leave the company." The old man left, leaving Damian to exhale a rough breath. His head was spinning. Rushing to the desk drawer, he took out a pill and swallowed it.

"Damn. The situation is getting complicated. If I don't keep moving, that greedy guy will push me around even more," Damian muttered, massaging his head.

There was a knock on the door of Damian's office, and soon a beautiful woman in a very sexy outfit appeared. The thick lipstick on her lips was equally sexy. Her body was well-proportioned like a Spanish guitar. Her skin was white and smooth, and her hair was long and wavy. Making any man will be tempted and tempted.

"Honey. You haven't visited me much lately," said the woman sitting on Damian's lap.

"Don't bother me Lisa. Get your work done, this time I won't hesitate." Damian pushed Lisa's body away. The man quickly stood up and left.

"I managed to find Mario's whereabouts. The old man is far away from this town. I think he's enjoying all the money he brought," Lisa said before Damian could leave.

The man immediately turned around. His gaze was sharp.

"Don't waste time. Give me the number. I need to get this done right now," Damian replied firmly. The air of anger was palpable.

"But..."

"I'll do what you want. Whatever it costs me." Damian was a little furious with a cunning woman like Lisa.

"Alright. I'll send it to your cell phone right away. But I don't need your money, just-" Lisa said with a smug smile. She ran her hand over Damian's six-pack abs.

Damian didn't care. He quickly left Lisa's presence. His destination this time was Sira's room, where the girl was being kept.

"Sira!"

Damian broke down the door to Sira's room. The little girl flinched in fear. She was still on the corner of the bed with her hands and feet bound.

"Mercy. Don't hurt me anymore," Sira begged. The little girl looked down in fear.

Damian, with a terrifying smirk, laughed with satisfaction. The man seemed to enjoy seeing Sira beg and plead.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sira's mind dared to look at Damian who laughed contentedly. The little girl found nothing funny at all. Then why was the billionaire laughing with satisfaction.

"Look. Isn't this your son?" said Damian staring at his cell phone screen. Sira followed where Damian's eyes were looking.

"Dad." Sira's voice choked up. It was Mario, Sira's father.

But Sira hurriedly looked down. There was no way her father would save her. Considering all this time Sira was an adopted child who was always outcast and tortured.

Sira looked down even deeper. Meanwhile, Damian was still laughing triumphantly moving his cell phone towards Sira. The girl cowered even more in fear.

"What should I do with this daughter of yours? Do I have to rape her?" Damian's hands came closer and tore off another part of Sira's dress, leaving only her bra covering her breasts.

"Please, don't do this." Sira reflexively covered her uncovered upper body. The girl was now crying in fear.

"Look. Your daughter is crying in fear," Damian laughed triumphantly.

But what happened was that Mario was enjoying his drink casually and laughing along. Seeing this, Damian was furious. His anger had peaked.

"What's going on," Damian frowned.

"Stop that laughter! Are you really not afraid of me raping your daughter?" Damian gripped his cell phone tightly. The man was really draining his emotions.

"Go ahead. I don't care. Sira is not my daughter after all."

"Listen to me Damian. You'll never catch me." Mario turned off the call. The old man was really enjoying the money he was getting away with.

"Damn it! What's the point of this!" Damian stared intently at Sira. The man moved closer and firmly gripped Sira's chin.

"Tell me the truth. Is it true what the old man said?" asked Damian with eyes full of anger. Sira nodded shakily.

"It's true. I'm just an adopted daughter. All this time my father didn't care about me," Sira replied with a trembling voice. She was now even crying in fear.

Damian was furious at Sira's statement. The man looked savage, he looked at Sira sharply. Then with his big hands, Damian pulled Sira and kissed her brutally.

"Please, stop!" said Sira almost out of breath. She was sure her lips were bleeding now. Damian's kiss was rough and painful.

"I'll pay back all the money my father stole," Sira continued stammering.

Damian became even angrier. He was getting more brutal, now his hands were roughly groping Sira's entire body. The little girl was getting scared. She knew what the billionaire was going to do.

"Stop it, it hurts so much, please forgive me." Sira was in great pain. The girl rebelled biting Damian's arm hard.

Instead of stopping, Damian became even more brutal. He grabbed Sira's hair and slapped her hard. The corner of Sira's lip was oozing fresh blood. The little girl felt very dizzy and in pain. She could no longer fight back, her strength was gone.

"Why is my destiny so painful," Sira said softly. The girl let Damian take her virginity.

"I'm sorry," Sira said when she felt a tear in her groin area. Smelling fresh blood, Sira could only cry and close her eyes. She had been so tormented.