LET me go, you demon!

The half-caste girl's cheeks were flushed under the scorching sun, her face marked with defiance despite her dire state. She stood on a hidden island, isolated in the vast expanse of the ocean. Chains bound her wrists and ankles, her clothes were torn and tattered, her hair disheveled, and countless scars traced stories of pain across her skin. A tall man stood with his back to her, draped in dark clothing that seemed to absorb the sun's heat.

He looked like a creature born from nightmares—a vampire cloaked in shadows. If not for the harsh daylight, she might have truly believed he was a messenger from hell itself. Without warning, he turned, striding toward her with calculated steps. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw cruelly, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze.

"Y—Yes, I am a demon, baby," he sneered, his voice a venomous whisper.

"And until your final breath, this face will be your darkness." His jaw clenched tightly, rage simmering beneath the surface. His entire being radiated fury—from the sharp lines of his face down to the very tips of his toes. His eyes blazed with an intensity that made her blood run cold, as if they could devour her soul piece by piece. Despite her fear, she couldn't deny his disturbing beauty.

His face was so flawlessly structured it could have been the masterpiece of a skilled artist. Thick eyebrows framed his fierce green eyes, his long lashes casting shadows on sharp cheekbones. His nose was perfectly chiseled, and his lips—naturally red—curved with both charm and cruelty. But beneath that Adonis-like façade lurked a dangerous, volatile nature.

Queens never cry.

It was her mantra, echoing in the back of her mind like a shield. Her mind was sharp, honed from years of surviving in a world darker than most could imagine.

She was the daughter of Jamie Heng, a powerful politician whose influence masked the rot beneath his empire. Gambling. Robbery. Prostitution. She knew the truth of her family's legacy, but at eighteen, she had no choice but to obey her father's commands. Or so she thought. Her father was now rotting in prison after their family's scandal was exposed.

She had hoped his downfall would finally grant her freedom from the shadows of their criminal empire.

But fate had other plans. Max's men had kidnapped her, dragging her to this godforsaken island—a place not even marked on maps. The island belonged to the infamous Fuentebella siblings, names whispered like ghost stories by the maids in her mansion back home. Reah Fuentebella—her father's ex-wife, rumored to have been tortured and abandoned—was one of those names. But those were just stories, weren't they? Tales to scare children.

She had never believed them. Her father had always painted himself as a man of the people, a hero even. A citizen of the Philippines, a leader.

But here, under the blistering sun, chained and bruised, she was starting to question everything. She let her jaw drop carelessly, wincing as pain shot through her neck. Around her, armed guards stood watch, though escape seemed impossible.

The island was surrounded by the vast Santa Catalina Ocean, and even if she managed to slip her chains, she'd still need a boat—one heavily guarded at all times. Tears burned behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

Queens never cry she reminded herself again. The relentless sun scorched her skin, raw and blistering without protection. She felt as if she were being cooked alive. Desperation surged within her, boiling over as she screamed—raw, ragged, and defiant. She didn't stop. She screamed until her voice grew hoarse until it felt like her throat would tear apart. But the man remained unfazed. Instead, she spat in his face, her final act of defiance. Fury flashed across the guard's face as he raised his hand, ready to strike her.

"You have no shame—" he growled.

"Johny!"

The command snapped through the thick, humid air like a whip. The guard froze, his hand suspended mid-air. Slowly, he lowered it and stepped back, his head bowed in deference to the voice that held more power than fear itself.

She didn't dare look away, her heart pounding as she wondered who—or what—was coming next. A loud voice shattered the tense silence, breaking through the heavy air. The man's hand hovered mid-air, his palm still raised as he bowed slightly in respect to his superior. Dina's eyes widened as she turned to face the voice. She froze in shock when she saw the second man behind her.

He was the spitting image of the first—tall, handsome, and formidable—but with subtle differences. While the first man had been dressed in a black shirt, this one wore long sleeves, the cuffs rolled up casually at the elbows, a businessman's attire that contrasted with the other's more casual look.

He wore dark sunglasses, the sunlight catching the reflective lenses, temporarily blinding her. As the sun's glare faded, she was struck by the eerie resemblance they shared. Despite her trembling knees, she forced a smile. "That man was about to strike me earlier, but you defended me," she said, her voice shaky.

"It means you're kinder than—"

She couldn't finish her sentence. The sudden shift in the man's demeanor stopped her cold. He stepped closer, his cold eyes locking with hers, his thick brows furrowing as he towered over her.

"Let me do it for you," he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Before she could react, his hand swung with unforgiving force. The slap cracked across her face with such intensity that her head snapped to the side. Her body spun violently, and the world seemed to tilt.

She stumbled and collapsed, her mind reeling from the shock of the impact. Her throat tightened, and her head spun, as if her very senses were reeling from the brutal blow.

"Max!"

A voice echoed from behind. Khaleem, the third of the Triplets appeared on the scene. Max, still holding onto the girl as though he needed her for leverage, paused just long enough to adjust his shirt before walking off, leaving Dina crumpled on the ground. Khaleem remained motionless, silently assessing the situation with a cold, detached gaze.

Her lips were bleeding from the force of Max's strike. As Khaleem silently called for assistance, one of his men stepped forward and followed his command without question. He gestured for Dina to be moved under a nearby tree, where she could at least be shielded from the unforgiving sun. Khaleem's face was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—a fleeting moment of pity, though it was quickly buried beneath layers of contempt.

"Boss, the captive is in good condition," the man reported.

Khaleem's silent nod was all the acknowledgment the man received before he approached Dina again. His gaze lingered on her for a long moment, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. "You're demons!," Dina spat, her voice raw with fury.

"You have no souls! When I die, I will haunt you all!" She glared up at him, eyes burning with hatred.

The resemblance to her father was unmistakable in Khaleem's face. It was as if she could see the ghost of her stepfather in his expression, a ghost that had come back to torment her.

"I'll never forget the day your father—your disgusting, vile father—raped my mother," Khaleem's voice was low, controlled, but tinged with rage.

"He did it over and over, violently, mercilessly, in front of our staff. He humiliated her—humiliated all of us." Dina's eyes filled with defiance as she retorted, her voice shaking but fierce.

"That's not true! My daddy is kind!"

Khaleem clenched his teeth, his rage flaring up again as he spoke, each word dripping with years of pent-up hate.

"I was just five years old, but I remember everything," he snarled. "I remember the terror. He hung me from a window once, just because I ate a damn banana off the table. I swore, I swore to myself that I would grow stronger, that one day I'd make you pay for your father's sins. And now, here you are. You're the payment for his cruelty. You and all your kind."

But Dina—stubborn, proud—only grinned in response. She may not have known Khaleem's name, but she had heard the stories. She knew exactly who he was. She had never seen him, not until now, but she had heard the whispers.

"Don't blame my daddy for your failure, Khaleem Fuentebella," she taunted, her voice now filled with venom.

"Why can't you just accept the truth? Your fiancée chose my daddy over you."

Her words struck a nerve. Khaleem's face twisted with rage. Spencer. The name alone was enough to push him over the edge. He had tried to move past it, tried to bury the painful memories of her betrayal, but Dina's words brought it all rushing back—the broken engagement, the humiliation, the betrayal. Dina saw the frustration building in his eyes, and her smile only deepened. She was enjoying his discomfort.

"W—What are you going to do?"

Dina was scared when she saw the young man's manhood. She was masturbating until it hardened.

"Open your goddamn mouth, bitch!" he ordered.

But Dina only closed her mouth so Khaleem slapped her. She hadn't yet recovered from the pain in her cheek when he pulled her by the hair and made her look up. Holding her mouth tightly and forcing it open, Khaleem inserted his manhood. But he only inserted the head when the girl bit it so Khaleem screamed in pain. Her two brothers laughed.

They teased her because the girl bit her without a panama, her size 9 even though it was fat, the girl was not satisfied at all. Khaleem's vision darkened completely. He made the girl stand up and ordered the man to remove her chain. The girl was about to run away when he grabbed her by the hair again and made her lie down on a long bench, then tore her clothes completely. Khaleem spat on her red jewel, then pointed his manhood, and without hesitation, he inserted it suddenly, causing the poor girl to scream in pain.

It also hurt the man's cock because the girl was a virgin and it was tight and dry. He spat on her again three times when it was full of saliva, then he inserted it again and the girl screamed again. Until he fucked her again and again.

The siblings were enjoying themselves as Khaleem did this to Jamie's daughter. It seemed like they breathed a sigh of relief when the siblings finally got their revenge on their former stepfather.

Khaleem continued to thrust into the girl's bottom, leaving nothing to be heard but her pain and cries. Both breasts shook every time the man stepped back or forward. Because of the delicious feeling he felt in this narrow, he immediately felt that he was about to come out.

He pulled out his manhood which was still stained with blood from inside the girl.

"Open your mouth and drink daddy's milk baby."

The girl shook her head. He slapped her again.

"Open your fucking mouth!" he shouted but Dina only closed her mouth tighter.

Khaleem was about to force himself on the girl but he couldn't hold it back anymore and his cum exploded. Instead of his mouth, he shot it in the girl's face, it sizzled in the girl's eyes and nose. She was about to caress her face when he grabbed her two hands. Khaleem released the girl, and Dina, unable to touch her face any longer, was overwhelmed with anger at herself. All she could do was cry, drowning in a mix of self-hatred and rage.