FUCKING HIS ENEMY’S DAUGHTER FOR REVENGE

“Take of your clothes and show me your pussy, sweetheart,” he ordered, voice cold as ice and eyes as empty as a black hole.     

Daisy wanted to vomit after those words left his mouth, but she had mentally prepared herself for this night, but being here, it was worse than she could have imagined.  

“I beg you…” she pleaded, but shut her mouth instantly, knowing the grave mistake she made. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!! 

Like a lion who’s hunting its prey, he ran towards her, and before she could do anything else, he grabbed her hair so hard, it felt like he was ripping all her luscious hair out of her skull. She bit her lips to keep from crying out from the searing pain.

There was no regret in his empty eyes. Only hate so pure, so much, it scared the fuck out of her.    

“Take your fucking clothes off and spread that pussy wide open, or I will have someone do that for you, whore!” 

With shaky hands, she grabbed her robe and started untying. When she was done completely, the robe fell on the ground and a breeze of cold air hit her warm body instantly.    

Her hands were trembling so bad, but she clenched them hard together they might as well have turned blue. For most girls, losing their virginity is something magical they do with someone they love. For Daisy, that was also the case. She had it all envisioned. With the most loving, gentle man. Someone who loved her for who she was and adored every inch and flaw of her.  

Tonight, she’d lose her virginity in the cruelest way in the hands of the coldest man she has ever known.    

But she will do it with her head held high. He may strip her of her clothes, but he will never strip her of who she is from the inside.  

“Lay on the bed, spread them legs wide open, whore.” There was no pity in his eyes. Only hate. So much hate, she could basically feel it stabbing into her skin everytime he looks at her. 

There was a time, long ago, before Daisy’s memory was fully developed, the land of Magonia and the land of Maldonia were living peacefully next to each other. The love and respect they had for one another was beyond anyone could ever explain. The countries were thriving, royalty was respected, lower class men were living comfortably. The economy was booming.  

But everything shattered when the King of Maldonia got a heart attack and a new regime, Prince Montmorency, took over.    

Prince Montmorency was nothing like the former King. The former king was kind, respected, and smart. Montmorency however was greedy. Greedy for power and money. Nothing was ever enough for him. He always wanted more and he always got more. Even if he had to do it the hard way. 

After he got crowned Kinf, the first thing he did was he attacked Magonia. The attack was so unexpected; Magonia was not ready for it. 

Imagine living in peace with your neighboring country for so many decades and boom... one day that’s all over. The king and queen were murdered coldly, and they took the prince into captive.  

Citizens of Magonia who survived the war were turned into unpaid workers; their house and lands were taken from them. They made their women and some of their men into prostitutes.  

They lost everything. Their home and themselves.    

Magonia went from a happy fairytale country to a complete nightmare. Prince Montmorency was ruthless. The prince of Magonia, Lorenzo, who was treated as filth swore that one day he would take revenge on the devil named Montmorency.  

It was ten years after the tragic event, that Lorenzo and his people escaped the torturious regime. They went into hiding and started to recover, training day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Prince Lorenzo, who was driven by the love of his people to get back their country and take Maldonia’s land as well.    

After five years they were ready to attack Maldonia and assassinate the devil King Montmorency.  

The palace echoed with cheers as Lorenzo’s soldiers celebrated their victory, their laughter bouncing off the marble walls. Wine spilled across the floor, swords were raised into the air, and men who had spent years fighting finally allowed themselves to believe the nightmare was over.

Lorenzo couldn’t bring himself to celebrate.

His attention drifted past the crowd until it landed on the one person standing perfectly still.

Princess Daisy.

The only daughter of Prince Montmorency.

She had been too young to remember the day her father seized Lorenzo’s kingdom, but she had grown up wearing the crown that had been built on innocent blood. She had been adored from the moment she was born, sheltered behind palace walls while families outside them buried their children. Every painting in the castle seemed to worship her, every servant bowed when she passed, and every story spoke of the beautiful princess who could do no wrong.

Lorenzo stared at her without blinking.

For years, he had imagined this moment a thousand different ways. He thought revenge would feel satisfying. He thought victory would finally silence the nightmares that haunted him every night.

Instead…

He felt empty.

Slowly, he reached inside his coat and pulled out an old leather dog collar.

The leather was cracked with age, its metal buckle scratched and faded. Even after ten years, he knew every mark on it.

His fingers tightened around it until his knuckles turned white.

Daisy’s eyes followed the collar before lifting to meet his.

“What… what is that?” she asked quietly, taking an uneasy step backward.

Lorenzo didn’t answer.

He kept walking until only a few inches separated them.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but before she could move away, he grabbed the back of her neck. His movements were so quick she barely had time to gasp before the cold leather wrapped around her throat.

Click.

The sound of the buckle locking echoed louder than the celebration around them.

Daisy’s hands immediately flew to her neck. Her breathing hitched as her fingers brushed against the leather.

“No…” she whispered, panic creeping into her voice. “Take it off.”

Lorenzo caught her wrists before she could undo it.

“No,” he replied calmly. “Leave it.”

He slipped a finger beneath her chin and forced her to look at him. His icy blue eyes searched her face as though he were looking for something that no longer existed.

“You know what this is?” he asked.

She swallowed but couldn’t answer.

“I wore it.” His voice remained steady. “For ten years.”

Daisy’s lips parted.

“What?”

“Your father called me an animal.” A humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “He said animals deserved collars.”

She stared at him, her breathing becoming uneven.

“I…” she whispered. “I didn’t know.”

“No.” He nodded once. “You didn’t.”

For a brief second, something flickered across his face, but it disappeared before she could understand what it was.

His hand tightened beneath her chin.

“You are mine now,” he said, every word measured. “My prisoner. My reminder that monsters always leave something precious behind.”

Daisy’s heart pounded so violently she thought he could hear it.

“You’ll wear that collar every single day,” he continued quietly. “Every time you feel its weight, I want you to remember the people your father crushed beneath his throne. I want you to remember the lives he stole… the families he destroyed… and the boy he turned into the man standing in front of you.”

His gaze never left hers.

“I’m going to make sure you pay for every scar he left behind.”

Daisy searched his face for even the smallest hint of mercy. She found nothing.

Just a man whose soul had been hollowed out years ago, leaving revenge to fill the empty space.