I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 75

The moment she was asleep, Jareth’s eyes opened.

He turned his head and saw her sleeping, her face turned towards him. A ray of sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her face and giving her a golden glow. She was beautiful when she was asleep. If she just dressed a little more elegantly, she could easily hold her own against any socialite.

His heart skipped a beat. His tired, sharp eyes softened. His mind drifted back to that night five years ago. He had been at the Cliffhaven Hotel entertaining a client from Meridia Country. After two drinks, he had gone to the restroom. Suddenly, several men in black, armed with long knives, had burst in.

He had fought them off, escaping through a service staircase and running all the way up to the eighteenth floor. He saw a hotel room door ajar and ducked inside without thinking. He dove onto the bed and under the covers, only to find a naked woman already there.

The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the city lights outside. He could just make out the silhouette of a small, slender young woman, about Niamh’s size.

He had planned to leave as soon as the men were gone, but a sudden, uncontrollable wave of heat and desire washed over him. The woman’s soft body was irresistible. He had taken her that night, relentlessly, until the early hours of the morning.

When he woke up, she was gone. He didn’t know what she looked like, but he vaguely remembered kissing her back and feeling a small, rough patch of skin, like a burn scar.

He looked at Niamh again. For some reason, every time he saw her, he was reminded of the woman from that night. There was a sense of familiarity he couldn't shake.

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