Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Control

"Why are you doing this?" Jade typed, her fingers unsteady as she stared at the screen. At 43, she had never felt so vulnerable, so helpless.The video she'd received moments earlier was still playing in her mind—a damning piece of evidence showing her son, Ryan, initiating a confrontation with a college student, allegedly over two girlfriends.

His son was hitting on college girls in front of their boyfriend!

She hadn't wanted to believe it. This was her son, a brilliant lawyer with a spotless record, a young man who'd always seemed so disciplined. But the evidence was too clear to deny.

If this video got out, Ryan's career—his entire future—would be ruined. The press would hound him, the public would judge him, and his reputation would be shattered beyond repair.

She felt a pang of fear for him and wondered how he'd let it come to this. Her son, so promising, so successful, brought low by a rash act of anger.

Her phone vibrated, jolting her back to the present. She read the new message, her heart sinking even further.

"As you can see," the text began, cold and unfeeling, "it was your son's fault the fight happened. You have two choices: let your son pay for his sins or take on the burden yourself. Choose. I don't have all day."

She swallowed hard, the ultimatum hitting her like a punch to the stomach. This wasn't just a simple threat; it was a carefully calculated move.

Whoever had sent this wanted something from her—wanted to see her suffer, to see her wrestle with the impossible choice between protecting her son and preserving her own dignity.

And she knew, deep down, that it was no idle threat. If she didn't act, the video would spread, and Ryan's career, his standing, everything he had worked for, would be destroyed.

As she tried to process the situation, her mind raced through a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, disbelief. Her son had crossed the wrong person, that much was clear, and now that person was exacting revenge with a cold, merciless precision.

But there was something even darker behind the words on the screen. This was about more than just humiliating Ryan. It was about power and dominance, about forcing her into an impossible decision, one that would test the very limits of a mother's love.

Her hands shook as she considered her options, feeling trapped in a web of manipulation and threats. If she refused, her son would face the consequences alone, and she would watch as his career crumbled before her eyes.

If she accepted… well, she wasn't sure what that would even mean for her, but the thought alone made her stomach twist.

"I can agree, but on two conditions," Ryan's mother, Jade, finally replied after what felt like an eternity of weighing her options.

She had spent over thirty minutes in deep deliberation, torn between her own dignity and the fierce love that only a mother could feel.

The video was damning—if it went public, it would ruin Ryan's career and life. Jade's heart clenched as she typed the words, knowing she was about to cross a line she could never return from.

Ross's response came almost immediately. "Do tell," he replied, with a casual tone that sent a chill down her spine. S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

To him, this was a game, a way to assert control and extract his revenge on her son, but to Jade, it was far more than that—it was a sacrifice.

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling over the keyboard before she finally typed, "First, you have to delete the video. I want it gone, erased permanently. And second, no one else can ever know about this—not Ryan, and especially not my… husband."

There was a pause, and then his reply flashed across the screen, his words bold and ruthless. "That would put me in a bind if you ever broke your word. I need insurance. Here's my counteroffer: send me a nude photo, and then I'll agree to your two conditions. But be clear on this, Jade—after that, you'll belong to me. My slave. For life."

Jade's stomach turned. She had expected a demand, some price to pay, but this… this was a new level of humiliation. She hesitated, staring at the screen, weighing the sheer cost of what he was asking.

The thought of sending such a photo to a stranger, and of becoming "his," not only in name, filled her with dread. Yet every time she imagined the video of Ryan spreading across the internet, his life ruined and her family broken, her resolve hardened.

Minutes ticked by. She closed her eyes, wrestling with the shame and fear. But in the end, love won out, and she knew what she had to do. Heart pounding, she composed herself, took the image he had requested, and sent it before she could change her mind.

Ross's phone pinged. He opened the message, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Jade stood in the picture, vulnerable and exposed, with her hands placed strategically over herself to shield what she could, though it was impossible to hide her full, ample curves.

The image only heightened her allure, and Ross felt a dark thrill at the power he held over her now.

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"Perfect," he texted back, his words practically dripping with triumph. "I knew you'd see reason, Jade. Now, I think you and I are going to get along very well." He stared at the image a little longer, savoring the victory, already imagining the day he would have her in person.

For Ross, this was more than revenge—it was conquest. And for Jade, it was the beginning of a sacrifice she would have to endure alone, all for the love of her son.

"Here's my first order for my new slave," Ross texted, savoring every word as he crafted his message. "From now on, you are not allowed to let your husband touch you. If you disobey, I'll know… believe me, I'll know. And if you dare to cross me, this photo of you will be released to the public. Imagine it—your picture, spread far and wide, becoming fuel for strangers, low-lives everywhere who'll indulge in your shame. A mother, a respected woman… reduced to their entertainment."

Ross paused, visualizing her reaction, knowing the weight of his words would press down on her like a heavy stone. He continued typing, fully aware of the power he was holding over her now, and feeling a thrill at each word he added.

"And one more thing," he wrote, "I expect to see you this Saturday. You will dress nicely—something classy, sophisticated, like you're going on a special date. Look your best for me. And be prepared, because from now on, your life is mine to command. Remember, Jade, every action you take, every choice you make, must pass through me. You are mine now."

He paused, reading over his message, ensuring that each phrase carried the weight of his control. Then he hit send.

Ross leaned back, his mind already drifting toward the weekend. He could picture her—the look in her eyes, a mixture of defiance and helplessness, the way she would try to maintain her dignity despite the situation.

He relished in the anticipation, knowing she would be there, knowing she would do everything he demanded. This wasn't just about her son anymore.

This was about the thrill of power, the victory of bending someone to his will entirely. For him, Saturday couldn't come soon enough.