One mistake and Billionaire's Prisoner

Luna's serene expressions broke. She stirred out of that deep sleep that kept her unaware of the horrors that awaited her.

Over the white bedsheets, her heavy hair was scattered, uneven and messy. 

The slim, petite body, just under the protection of a thin quilt, looked so provocative. It ignited a fire in the hearts of onlookers, making them want to quickly grab the quilt and throw it away and reveal the voluptuous body that hid underneath.

Yet at the same time, her fragility and daintiness and the innocence of that small flushed face elicited a feeling of gentleness towards her in one's heart. It made one want to treat her with such care and thoughtfulness as if handling the delicate petal of a rose.

Her long eyelashes lifted slightly to reveal those limpid, bright eyes that could stun any soul into awe. Every feature of that girl was perfect. Her eyes were like a pair of polished marble balls, with thick, long eyelashes and slightly tilted edges. Her small nose was sculptured into a perfectly straight, slightly edged shape. Her jawline was sharp, and her face had high cheekbones. Every feature of hers accentuated the others to enhance her overall beauty.

Her skin was even more enticing, delicate and smooth with a touch of natural blush.

But this time, those striking eyes only managed into a half-closed crescent shape. They looked somewhat hazy, and her face was also exceptionally rosy.

Surrounded by rose petals on the white sheets, she looked like an unblemished angel. Vulnerable, at the centre of that heart-shaped bed, ready to be taken advantage of anytime.

"Awake?" Suddenly, a voice travelled across the room and reached her ears. The familiar voice with the familiar coldness jolted her awake.

Memories from the last night erupted at the back of her head, making her face turn even more crimson. Within her heart, a strange flutter emerged.

Not daring to move, only her eyes shifted and came in contact with those piercing deep orbs.

She froze at once.

He wore an impassive look, like always. Upon eye contact, the corner of his lip tilted into a small smirk. No one could look past that man's icy eyes. No one had ever been able to. 

Some said under those cold eyes, he hid a savage beast. 

Some said he was just naturally unfeeling and cold without emotions.

Luna could not understand how, after sharing a night of such passion,such intimacy, this man could still be so-so cold.

Just his mere smirk would make one's soul shudder-she looked away

She could not maintain eye contact with his fierce gaze longer than this. No one could.

She shifted on the bed and forced herself into a sitting position. The movement caused a stabbing pain between her legs that travelled up. She winced. It wasn't the pain that bothered her. It was the reason that the pain was there. 

She had lost something last night.

And the pain was the evidence.

Evidence of