The maid pulled the blanket tighter over Sofia, her voice barely audible, thick with a terror that suggested her very life was at stake for sharing these secrets.
Maid (Whispering): "Sofia, it's worse than you think. Maga isn't just Dimitri's rival; he's part of a massive conspiracy within your own family. Your brother-in-law, being Victor Lord's close friend... they all made a deal. Even your sister likely knows everything."
Sofia let out a choked sob. Her own blood, her own family, had traded her like a commodity?
Maid: "Maga hasn't just been watching you today; he's shadowed you since you were a child. He promised Victor Lord that he would break you so completely that you'd never be able to return to anyone else. Tonight wasn't an accident. It was a 'gift' sanctioned by your own kin."
Sofia felt her entire world shatter. While Dimitri might have loved or controlled her, Maga and her own relatives had conspired to throw her into this living hell.In a hidden chamber of the mansion, Dimitri stood before a mirror. He ripped off his silicone mask, revealing his true face—golden hair and piercing blue eyes, a mirror image of the Mafia Lord Victor. They were identical twins. Dimitri's true appearance was so regal and commanding that no one would dare take him lightly.
Suddenly, Victor burst into the room, trembling with rage. Without a word, he slapped Dimitri across the face with immense force.
Victor (Screaming): "Useless! You are a complete failure! I gave you one simple task, and you couldn't even do that? Your 'Passion' persona and this drama of falling for Sofia has gone too far!"
Dimitri held his stinging cheek, standing still, his blue eyes burning with suppressed fury.
Victor: "Remember, you have no identity of your own anymore. You must remain as 'Maga,' or hide behind that 'Passion' mask. From now on, you will be Maga and ruin that girl's life completely. You know very well that these two masks Maga and Passion are all you have left." After Victor's slap, Dimitri clutched his burning cheek. But in his blue eyes, there was more than just pain there was a shattered soul. He couldn't hold back the truth any longer. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down his golden-haired, regal face.
Dimitri (Screaming): "Enough, Victor! I can't do this anymore! The girl you are playing this sick, twisted game with... she is my wife! You knew that, and yet you did this to her?"
Dimitri trembled with a mixture of rage and heartbreak as he faced his twin.
Dimitri: "How could you and our brother-in-law be so cruel? She is my world, my everything! You forced me to wear these masks, to pretend to be 'Maga' and 'Passion' just to ruin her life? Don't you have any heart left? I love her, but to you, she's just a pawn in a deal!" When Dimitri dared to call Sofia his wife, Victor's rage boiled over. He delivered another violent slap, even harder than the first, nearly knocking Dimitri off his feet.
Victor (Hissing through teeth): "Shut up! Not another word! Wife? She is nothing but a pawn now. Leave your emotions at the door. Your identity as Dimitri is dead. You WILL remain as Maga, and you will do exactly as I say. Now, get out of my sight!"
Dimitri didn't utter another word. His blue eyes were now dark with a mix of humiliation and cold resolve. He brushed back his golden hair with a sharp motion and walked out of the room. Every step he took felt heavy, as if he were carrying the weight of his shattered heart. He knew the tragedy ahead he had to go back to the woman he loved wearing the mask of the monster who had just ruined her. As Sofia lay broken, the maids, under Maga's orders, approached her. Sofia had no strength left to resist as they blindfolded her once again with the black scarf, plunging her back into darkness. Her fear intensified in the void.
Maga re-entered the room and sat beside her on the bed with predatory calmness. He tilted her face up by her chin and forced a bright red strawberry into her mouth, laughing darkly as he watched her struggle to swallow.
Moving back to a chair, Maga relaxed, a cigarette held in his gloved hand. He blew a cloud of smoke toward the bed, a wicked smirk playing on his perfectly chiseled lips. With a book in one hand, he stared at the trembling Sofia, reading her agony like a dark novel.As Sofia trembled in the darkness, Maga silently stood before her. Without a word, he unfastened the black scarf, letting it fall away. When her vision cleared, Sofia gasped at the sight of him.
Maga was now wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a delicate chain hanging down his neck. Behind the lenses, his piercing green eyes stared at her with a predatory intensity. He pulled her into a tight embrace, pinning her against his chest. Sofia was paralyzed with fear as his black-gloved hand moved to his own lips in a "shushing" gesture, his wicked smirk never fading.
Maga (Whispering): "Are you afraid? Doesn't my new look please you? The glasses, the gloves... they are all part of the story I've written for you."
The sight of the tattoo on his neck and the glint of his glasses made him look like a sophisticated monster. Sofia felt trapped not just by his arms, but by the terrifying beauty of his gaze.As Maga held Sofia in that deceptive embrace, looking sophisticated with his glasses, Sofia momentarily hoped for mercy. But that hope was instantly crushed. Maga set aside his book and cigarette, transforming back into the ruthless predator.
He pinned Sofia down once more, showing no mercy as he forced himself upon her for the second time. The walls of the room shook again with Sofia's piercing screams and desperate sobs. Her voice was now hoarse, filled with a deeper level of agony. She tried to push against his massive frame with whatever strength she had left, but Maga's iron-like grip and monstrous power left her completely paralyzed.
Outside, the maids covered their ears, unable to bear the sound of her suffering. Sofia's cries echoed through the hallways, a haunting sound that signaled the total destruction of her spirit The maids outside trembled as they heard the renewed sounds of Sofia's agony and Maga's relentless dominance piercing through the heavy doors.
Maid 1 (Whispering): "Oh God! It's happening again. That poor girl won't survive this. Maga has no mercy."
Maid 2 (Trembling): "Yes, they are uniting once more. Do you hear her screams? It doesn't even sound human anymore—it's like the final cry of a broken bird."
Maid 3: "Dimitri isn't here to stop him, so Maga is unleashing all his inner demons. No one could have imagined such a monster behind those glasses."
The maids huddled together in the corner of the corridor, paralyzed by fear and pity. They knew the rules what happens in the master's room stays there but the echo of Sofia's suffering was something they would never be able to forget. After the storm of violence passed, the room fell into a deathly quiet. Maga slowly pulled away from Sofia. Without a trace of remorse, he stood up and adjusted his pants, taking a deep, satisfied breath as if he had just completed a grueling task. A triumphant smirk remained etched on his face.
As Sofia lay broken and nearly unconscious, Maga leaned over her once more. His demeanor shifted into a twisted sense of affection. He pressed a gentle kiss to her sweat-dampened forehead, whispering the word "Cute..." directly into her ear. The word felt like acid to Sofia; the very man who had just destroyed her spirit was now mocking her with "tenderness".
Maga returned to his seat, adjusting his glasses and watching Sofia's motionless form with a chilling sense of pride. As Maga pressed that deceptive kiss to her forehead, Sofia thought the nightmare might be over. But Maga, or rather the man behind the mask, adjusted his glasses with a chilling smile.
Maga (With a sinister smirk): "You haven't learned my real name yet, have you? My name is... Rachmaninoff."
The way he whispered the name felt like a death sentence. Without a second thought, he ran his tongue over his lips and leaned down, pressing a lingering, searing kiss onto Sofia's thigh.
Sofia recoiled in a mixture of agony and pure disgust. The touch felt like a branding iron against her skin, a new level of humiliation. As Rachmaninoff marked her, Sofia realized that this man was far more dangerous than anyone she had ever known he was a demon who intended to devour not just her body, but her very soul.