You were humming softly as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gathering your hair into a neat bun. Morning sunlight filtered through the enormous windows of the mansion, making everything look peaceful and ordinary.

You finished fixing your hair and reached for your toothbrush.

The moment you opened the drawer, you froze.

A knife was sitting inside.

There was dried blood staining the blade.

You stared at it for several seconds, unable to understand what you were looking at.

Then you recognized the handle.

Seth's knife.

Your boyfriend.

Seth was one of the most powerful and wealthy CEOs in the world. To everyone else, he was sophisticated, calm, generous, and almost impossibly perfect.

But now, standing alone in the bathroom, you couldn't stop wondering what else he had been hiding.

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Deep beneath the mansion, Seth sat comfortably in his chair.

Across from him, his latest victim was trembling violently.

The man had initially tried to act brave, but whatever confidence he'd possessed had completely disappeared.

His eyes constantly darted toward the basement door.

Then toward Seth.

Then toward the knife resting nearby.

Seth, meanwhile, seemed almost bored.

He casually checked his phone before looking up.

"How do I stop my girlfriend from being mad at me?"