✦ Note for New Readers ✦

Hey there! If you’re new to this story — welcome ♡

The first five episodes were written in a chat format, showing Eli’s world in a different way.

To understand the story better, please visit my profile and start from Episode 1.

From here onward (Episode 6 →), the story continues as a novel, with deeper emotions and perspectives.

I hope you enjoy both sides of this Journey. ✦

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ELLIAS POV

The night felt unusually long.

The clock’s ticking echoed through the quiet room, and the pages of my notebook stayed untouched under the dim light of the lamp. I sat there, resting my chin on my hand, staring blankly at the small window. The moonlight spilled across my desk, like it wanted to comfort me — but even the moon felt too far away.

My thoughts drifted back — to the accident, to the first time I met him… Mr. Watson.

He was the only adult who ever saw something in me. I was nine, trembling, covered in bruises, and he stood before me with a kind of warmth I’d never known. Years passed, and that warmth became my reason to keep going — my dream to serve him, to repay him, even if it meant breaking myself piece by piece.

Now, I was living under his grandson’s roof — pretending to be a servant, pretending not to see the cracks between Alex and Julian.

Pretending not to feel guilty for what I was really doing here.

Every day since I arrived, I cleaned rooms that didn’t belong to me, watched lives I could never live. Alex — gentle, distant, calm — he sometimes smiled, just a little. Julian — cold, sharp, and beautiful in the cruelest way — barely looked at me. The air between them was heavy, filled with something unspoken. Two people sharing a home, but never a life.

And I was the quiet observer in their world, a shadow carrying someone else’s purpose.

That morning at college I still played in my mind.

When Mr. Watson called me into his car, I knew what he wanted — and I still said yes. I told him what I’d seen: that they rarely spoke, that they slept in separate rooms. I watched his face harden with disappointment, and I felt something inside my sink.

I did it for my dream, but it felt more like betrayal.

Now, two days later, the guilt was suffocating.

I stopped going to school for a while, spending my time cleaning and studying alone. Maybe if I stayed busy enough, I could drown out the sound of my conscience. But that night, it was too quiet to ignore.

I was at my desk again, pen in hand, pretending to study, when I heard it —

a knock.

Soft at first. Then louder.

My breath caught. No one ever came to my room at this hour.

The air shifted, heavy and uncertain. Slowly, I stood and opened the door.

Julian stood there.

His eyes burned like wildfire — furious, unrestrained. His hair was slightly disheveled, his chest rising and falling as if he’d just walked through a storm.

And for a second, I couldn’t breathe.

The silence between us said everything words couldn’t.

And I knew — this night was not going to end quietly.

To be continued…

(Elias’s POV)

The knock on my door was violent, urgent — unlike anything I’d heard before.

I froze. Midnight. Who could it be?

As I opened it, Julian’s tall figure filled the doorway. His eyes were sharp, blazing with fury. Behind him, Alex followed silently, his gaze cold, controlled. I bowed instinctively. “Sorbid,” I murmured, my voice trembling.

Julian’s lips twisted into a sneer. “Sorbid? Do you think that word will save you now?” His voice cut through the room like a whip. “You little slut… you told Mr. Watson everything! Playing innocent all this time, but secretly spying for your own little gain?”

I couldn’t speak. I only trembled, my hands shaking. Respect had always been my shield, but here it was useless.

Julian’s anger seemed endless. “Or are you doing all this to get close to Alex? Or to snatch my husband? Huh?”

I swallowed hard. The words struck me like blows. My chest ached, and tears welled, but I didn’t dare speak. I knew better — Julian didn’t see me as a person; I was just a servant.

“Do you even understand what you’ve done?” he hissed, stepping closer, pacing the room, his intensity suffocating.

Finally, I found a small voice. “How… how do you know all this?”

Julian’s smirk was dangerous. “I went to my house earlier today. Heard your little ‘reports’ being discussed — Mr. Watson and my parents talking about you, about Alex and me. And now? Now I know what you’ve been feeding them. Do you even understand what that means?”

I swallowed again. “I… I understood…” I whispered, barely audible, my eyes fixed on the floor.

Julian’s hands gestured wildly, his voice rising. “No! You don’t get it! You’re a spy, hiding behind that sorbid respect of yours, thinking you’re clever. And Alex… he’s letting you!”

I dared a glance at Alex. His face was cold, unreadable. He didn’t defend me, didn’t speak. But his eyes… just a flicker, a pause, as if saying I see you, but I cannot interfere yet. My heart ached with a mix of hope and despair.

Julian turned sharply, fury boiling over. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you like him? Huh, Alex? Is that why you’re silent? Because this little spy is your plaything?”

My head spun. My stomach knotted. Julian’s words were cruel, humiliating, and I felt trapped between his wrath and Alex’s silence.

“And you,” Julian spat at me, “you told Mr. Watson that there’s nothing between us, that we’re distant, that we live in separate rooms. Do you want to see what our lessons look like? Do you want to witness what we are behind closed doors?”

Before I could react, Julian pulled Alex to him. Their lips collided in a brutal, intense kiss. Alex’s jaw tensed, but he did not resist. The room seemed to shrink around me, my chest tight, my vision blurring. Humiliation, confusion, and awe collided in my heart.

I wanted to look away, to disappear, but my eyes were glued to them. Julian’s hands were firm, possessive, yet Alex’s calm strength held something deeper — a restrained tenderness that Julian didn’t notice.

The kiss broke only for a moment. Julian’s lips met Alex’s again, fierce and demanding, while my own throat tightened with shame. Why am I here? Why do I have to watch this?

Alex finally stepped slightly away, brushing past me without a word, leaving me alone in the heavy, tense air. Julian’s eyes flicked to mine one last time, sharp and accusing, as if daring me to breathe.

And then silence.

I sank onto the edge of my bed, trembling. My chest heaved, tears spilling over. My respect, my fear, my loyalty — all warring inside me. I realized, for the first time, that silence could wound as much as words, and that some truths were unbearable to witness.

Elias POV

The room was heavy with heat, the lingering warmth of their bodies filling the air. My heart still raced, my cheeks burning from the sight I had just witnessed—Alex and Julian, their lips pressed together in an intimacy I wasn’t prepared for. My hands clutched the edge of the bed, my fingers trembling. My mind was a chaotic swirl of disbelief and humiliation.

Julian broke the kiss first, his chest heaving, lips glistening, and stepped toward me, eyes sharp, calculating. “Did you see that?” His voice was low, teasing, yet edged with command. “Do you see how capable we are?”

I swallowed hard, heat flooding my face. I wanted to look away, to escape the intensity radiating from him, but something rooted me in place. Julian’s gaze shifted briefly to Alex. I noticed the way his sharp eyes softened, then hardened, an almost imperceptible flicker.

(Julian knew Alex. He had known him since childhood. And now he understood something else—Alex’s glances toward Ellias had not gone unnoticed.)

Julian’s voice drew me back. “Do you like him?” His question wasn’t for me—it was aimed at Alex, teasing, probing. My chest tightened at the way he spoke, his tone carrying challenge and ownership all at once. Alex didn’t answer. He stood there, silent, cold, eyes flickering only toward me, unreadable. My heart thudded painfully; I wanted him to say something, to stop Julian, to protect me—but he didn’t.

Julian smirked, clearly pleased at Alex’s restraint, then stepped even closer. “Kiss him,” he commanded, pointing to me. My body froze. My throat went dry. I didn’t know what to do. Alex still didn’t move. My mind screamed, and my heart begged me to resist, but Julian’s next words left me no choice.

“If you don’t…” he whispered, leaning in close, “…then I do.”

Before I could react, Julian’s lips were on mine. The kiss was sharp, demanding, relentless. My hands went to his chest, trembling as his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. My mind was blank. Humiliation, fear, and a strange, overwhelming heat coursed through me. I wanted to push away, but my body betrayed me, arching slightly toward him despite everything.

Alex’s presence was quieter, more controlled. He placed his hands gently on my arms, guiding me, steadying me, but never breaking the raw intensity of Julian’s assault. Julian’s kisses shifted down my neck, leaving wet, heated trails, while Alex’s lips brushed against my shoulders, slow, deliberate, grounding me, teasing me in a gentler way.

I gasped, trembling under their combined attention. Julian’s hands roamed boldly, exploring, asserting, while Alex’s touches were commanding in their own right, directing my reactions, making me gasp and shiver in response. The two of them together—the force and fire of Julian, the calculated dominance of Alex—overwhelmed every nerve in my body.

At one point, Julian pulled back just enough to smirk down at me, his eyes glinting. “Do you like that?” he asked, a dangerous lilt in his voice. I couldn’t answer. My cheeks burned, my chest heaving. I could only nod slightly, heat coursing through me like fire.

Then Julian leaned in again, taking my lips with force and bite, while Alex pressed close, lips brushing my neck, fingers firm on my arms. I trembled, dizzy with sensations I had never experienced. My first kiss, my first intimate touches, all at once, and both of them taking control, testing me, teasing me, claiming me in different ways.

The night blurred into a chaotic dance of heat, dominance, and longing. Julian’s teeth grazed my skin, his hands pulling and exploring, while Alex’s guidance was steady, deliberate, commanding—but not cruel. I was caught between them, trembling, flushed, overwhelmed, and entirely at their mercy.

Hours passed like minutes. Every touch, every kiss, every heated brush of skin left me dizzy and breathless. Julian’s possessiveness, Alex’s control, and my own helplessness created a tension I had never known. By the end, I lay between them, sweat dampening my hair, my body trembling, mind spinning. They had claimed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined, and that I hate it. They didn't ask my permission they just claimed and that's a rape which is currently happening with me.

I realized something then: my place was no longer just as a servant in this house. I was theirs—entangled, overwhelmed, and utterly bound to the intense, chaotic, intoxicating power they held over me.