“What are you doing here?” A familiar voice echoed in my ears
“Kiera!”
My eyelids fluttered as I found myself back in reality. I glanced around trying to comprehend how I got here. I must have been so pain-struck that my legs instinctively led me here.
“You shouldn’t be here Kiera,” Joe, one of Miguel’s bodyguards said sternly.
Besides him, three other guards stood at the entrance.
“I… umm… I … need to speak with Miguel,” I stuttered, still reeling from the devastating revelation.
“You can't see Miguel now. Besides you can't go in without an invitation,” Joe responded, his tone unyielding.
“Please, let me just speak to him once. I don’t know what Elise has given him, but I'm sure he isn’t thinking straight,” I pleaded, but Joe maintained his stand.
Impulsively, I dived toward the guards trying to force my way through,
“Stop creating a scene Kiera, there are paparazzi around, and I wouldn’t wanna do anything to hurt you, so please just go home,” Joe insisted.
I fumed, as the pain that was subdued in my heart erupted,
“I’m not moving an inch until Miguel comes out and explains to me why he is getting married to my evil little sister, else I will invoke hell here,” I screamed, drawing the attention of the hovering paparazzi.
Swiftly, Joe signaled the guards, and before I could utter another word, they grabbed my hands and legs, lifting me off the ground.
“No, I'm not going anywhere.. Put me down… I need to speak to Miguel,” I cried helplessly as they carried me away, the paparazzi eagerly capturing every moment.
My face was subdued with embarrassment as they threw me on the floor like a discarded pawn in a lonely alley, the groceries scattering around me.
“If you value your life, don’t show your face anywhere close to Miguel ever again,” one of them threatened. With that, they straightened their suits and walked away.
The pain I felt was unimaginable as tears splattered out of my eyes without control.
As I mopped around the floor desperately trying to salvage the groceries, a droplet of water suddenly landed on my hand, followed by more.
Lifting my head, I watched as the sky opened up, pouring down its own tears.
“Have you not tortured me enough today?” I screamed, hoping that the universe would hear my cry.
I sat there, weeping as the rain poured on me mercilessly.
After several minutes, the rain subsided, and I gathered the strength to pull myself from the sodden ground, my clothes drenched and my spirit crushed.
Wiping my face, I squeezed the water from my hair and while I was at it, I spotted two guys approaching me, their steps fast and calculated.
“Give me everything you have, quickly,” one of them said, his voice hard as rock.
I shivered from both cold and fear, “ I … I don’t have any money on me,” I stammered, my teeth chattering.
The latter lifted his top revealing the gun tucked into his pants, and my heart sank. Shivering, I handed them the little cash I had and they snatched it and ran off without a trace.
I was helpless, I couldn’t cry for help because there was no one around. My whole body turned numb, and as I took my first step, my knees wobbled and I almost fell. I walked a few distance and finally spotted some people. I tried to ask them to assist me with some money to get home, and while some looked at me like a deranged cow, others completely ignored me.
Drenched, cold, broken, and devastated, I began my journey home.
After two hours of walking–the worst and longest two hours of my life, I finally arrived home.
As I clasped the doorknob, a sudden convulsion seized my hand, causing it to lose its grip. My strength faltered, and I collapsed to the floor.
***
As my eyes fluttered open, the intense pounding in my head was almost deafening.
The fog that covered my eyes slowly disappeared as I tried to make out the blurry figures before me.
“Ah.. I see you’re awake now,” a gruff male voice grated in my ears, instantly tearing the remnants of the fog off my eyes.
“Papa!”
I cried out desperately, trying to rush towards my father, as I saw two men standing beside him with one holding a gun to his head. However, I found myself suddenly restrained in a chair, my hands bound behind me.
My eyes frantically scanned the room as confusion and terror sowed themselves in my heart.
There were 5 suited men present in the room, including a man who was seated with his legs crossed as he casually smoked a blunt, his overbearing aura suggested that he was the boss, and the others were his bodyguards.
The mood was further darkened by the presence of Dahlia, perched on the sofa with a gun also trained on her, by one of the men. If it were up to me, I would have gladly sanctioned two bullets in her f*cking skull–a fitting retribution for her cruelty. After conspiring with Elise to rob me of Miguel, she now dared to return. Why wouldn't she just move in with them in their paradise? Instead, she returned here, hell-bent on prolonging my suffering.
“She’s awake now, take her and leave us alone,” Dahlia voiced out.
“What’s going on here? Who should they take?” I questioned curiously, my voice shaking.
“You see… I have one policy. Never steal from me,” the man smoking the blunt said.
My brows constricted in confusion, “I don’t know you sir, and I don’t remember stealing from anybody, not even you. So you might be mistaking me for someone else,” I explained, trying to reason with him.
He let out a short sinister chuckle and pinned his eyes on me,
“Not you, Him!”
He pointed to my father who was shaking in fear, as his heart went up and down.
“$15 million, that was the amount I gave your father. Oh, he begged and assured me that he would pay back with interest within 12 months. It has been 4 years now, and I haven’t seen my money. You see, I'm a businessman, and to keep my business running, I need money. Now, I’ve come to take my money, but seeing that it won't be happening, I will give you two options. One, watch as I put a bullet in your father’s head or pay off his debt.”
“I’ll pay off the debt, don’t harm my father, please. Just give me some time, and I will come up with the money,” I intercepted without a seconds delay.
“Oh no sweetheart, that’s not how it works. I mean from now on, you belong to me.”
A wave of disgust brushed against my skin,
“Why wouldn’t you take her?” I glared at Dahlia, “She’s his wife, and she has some tips and tricks to make a person’s life miserable. She’ll be an asset to you, I swear.”
Dahlia’s gaze was intense enough to strangle me instantly, but I gave her a deserving once-over.
He glanced at Dahlia for a few seconds and laughed, “This? She’s as useless to me as your father’s corpse. I’m not here for negotiation.”
“Over my dead body, I’m not a piece of item to be battered,” I spat out.
Suddenly, he signaled to the guard, who had his gun pointed at my Papa. The guard's finger grazed the trigger, and my father's legs shook as he whimpered in fear, peeing himself.
"Mija," my father cried out, his voice breaking with anguish.
Witnessing my father in such a distressing state was the most heartbreaking thing I had ever encountered. He did not deserve this fate. Despite Dahlia's constant attempts to make my life miserable, my father had always stood by me, until his illness, which rendered him incapable of doing as much as standing up for me.
As the guard’s finger tightened around the trigger, my resolve crumbled at the sight of my father’s suffering,
“Wait… I choose the second option.”
“Good choice,” he smiled, taking out a file from his suitcase and giving it to one of his bodyguards to give to me.
The guard approached me, taking out a pocket knife, he cut the rope that restricted my hands and handed the file to me.
As I opened the file, I read the life contract, and droplets of tears gushed down my eyes.
Sniffling, I stretched out my hand, and the guard handed a pen to me,
SIGNATURE; [M~.kiera]
I signed, sealing my fate, and giving up my life to a complete stranger.
Kiera’s POVThe room was suddenly flooded with light, causing my eyes to struggle to adjust to the brightness.As I looked around, I noticed several young girls, some younger than me, and others around my age. The walls of the room were old and I could see some cracks on them. There was a fireplace, bed, and a bucket filled with things I couldn’t clearly see. Then my eyes settled on him–The man who has absolute power over my fate, surrounded by six able-bodied men and 4 middle-aged women.“Strip!” He shouted, his voice echoing in the room.Suddenly, some of the girls began taking off their clothes, revealing their bare bodies.“What are the rest of you buffoons waiting for?” He shouted.Trembling, my hands began peeling my clothes off my body. My clothes were no longer moist, as they dried on me over the passing hours.I watched as my clothes fell to the floor and my hands quivered as I pulled off my pants. No man had ever seen my bare body, not even Miguel.“Now, turn around,” he inst
Kiera’s POVWe were assembled behind a stage, and shortly after, the four Madams came in with a box. Each of us was handed a set of lingerie and a pair of heels, as we stood in a straight line.“Put them on quickly,” Madam Naomi instructed.My hands quaked as I nervously removed the pajamas, and donned the lingerie. It was a bra and pant set. The lace-like material made it very transparent and anyone could clearly see our intimate areas.The Madams nodded in satisfaction as they observed us.“Tonight, some of you will get new masters, but that’s not the end. You have a 2-month probation period. Your masters can do whatever they choose to do with you. If after 2 months, they're pleased with you, then you become their permanent property. If not, you will be returned here, and your lives will be 10 times worse.”Madam Naomi's words sent a chill down my spine.“For the sake of the new girls, I’m gonna say this again. You have a maximum of one month to get a new master, if not, El Diablo’s
Kiera’s POVMy eyes grew wide like saucers,“You’re the homeless guy from the grocery store!”My mind instantly swallowed itself, struggling to understand how that could be possible. I rapidly blinked my eyes and shook my head, wondering if I was hallucinating due to the immense stress that I'd been through today.He took a few steps closer but I retreated.“I know it all seems impossible to you right now, I know you have lots of questions but I need you to calm down. I’ll explain everything to you once you’re settled and in a good frame of mind,” he said.“No, I need an explanation now,” I insisted.The ringing tone from his phone interrupted, and he excused himself to answer it.A couple of minutes went by and there was no sign of him. I tried opening the door only to realize that it was locked.“F*ck!”I cussed, kicking the bedside drawer, causing the lamp to fall and shatter. However, something caught my attention. There was a small booth picture lying on the drawer, it was beneat
KIERA’S POVThere’s no way I’m gonna just stay put and watch anyone take advantage of me again.Lifting myself from the bed, I walked to the door and opened it gently, glancing around and making sure there were no guards around.I tiptoed to the opposite side of the first floor, only to find a door moderately opened. My curiosity shamelessly dropped its pants, and I intentionally peeped into the room.What I saw, triggered a surge of goosebumps all over my skin, causing my heart to go offbeat.My eyes got stuck on a strange man’s shirtless body as he stood in front of the mirror, examining his features.Goodness me!My lips unconsciously folded in, as my fingers trailed around my chest.Who is he? I wondered.Like a runaway train, my heart hurtled forward, unstoppable and untamed as his hands tugged into his pants, in an attempt to take them off, and my eyes didn’t even twitch.At that moment, my body made contact with the door, causing it to emit a squeaking sound that sent a jolt of
KIERA’S POVThe rays of sunlight pierced through my eyelids, and I instinctively shielded my eyes with my hand. I let out a big yawn and rolled to the other side of the bed.“Do you always sleep so deeply?” A voice sounded behind me, instantly throwing me out of dreamland.“Jesus Christ!” I screamed, instantly grabbing the covers and wrapping them around me. I was fully clothed, so why was I being dramatic?Gabriel stood at the window, his body blocking the harsh rays from hitting me, and I propped myself up, squinting as I stared at his shadowy figure.“I’ll have one of the house staff get you a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Get dressed and meet me outside in 15 minutes,” he said, taking his leave before I could even open my mouth.I was ready and out in 15 minutes.“Get into the car,” he commanded.“Where are we going?” I asked, but he remained silent, striding over to open the front door for me.“Please get in,” he said politely.As I sat in the car, my eyes traveled to Damien’s wi
KIERA’S POVLike a flurry of arrows, his words pierced my heart, hitting every nerve connected to it. If there’s anything I dreaded more than my life back home, it was the haunting memories of the horrors I endured in that hellhole. It was a nightmare.He released a heavy sigh before entering the car and waited as I walked cautiously to the car, my legs trembling.As I settled into the car, beads of tears formed in my eyes, however, the deep measured breath he took was enough to relay the magnitude of his simmering anger.After a few seconds of regaining his composure, he started the engine and drove off. The oppressive silence and tension in the car were almost unbearable, and I silently prayed we’d arrive at our destination quickly.At last, we pulled up at an estate, and he swiftly hopped out of the car and opened the door for me. He stretched out his hand and I placed mine in his, my gaze pinned on the floor.“Hey,” he said gently, lifting my chin with his finger.“I’m sorry I la
MIGUEL’S POVI sat in the dimly lit room, smoke curling around me as I took a long drag from my cigarette. I gulped down a glass of whiskey relishing the fiery sensation as it coursed down my throat. Just as I flicked the ash from my cigarette, the door swung open, and Joe walked in. The look on his face was evident enough for me to know that he had something to say.“Speak up, before I lose my patience,” I said.Clearing his throat, his voice came forth, “Kiera showed up at the wedding venue.”Her name pulled a string in my heart, and I simply nodded and poured myself another round of whiskey.If I’ve ever felt any form of affection towards any woman, it would be Kiera. Cold as my heart may be, she fascinated me. Her beauty, innocence, her perception of the world, and everything about her made her special. But the affection I had for her was no match compared to the hatred I have for Gabriel. Despite the fact that our families have been sworn rivals for ages, the bastard was also res
GABRIEL’S POV“What?”She withdrew from my grasp, her eyes blazing with disbelief.I had certainly taken her by surprise. I realized that she would never feel comfortable unless I opened up to her. I needed her for so many reasons, and I didn’t want her escaping again—she had a knack for that. So, what better way to keep her than to ask her to marry me?“Are you out of your mind? I just told you I don’t want any part in this, and you’re asking me to marry you?” Her gaze narrowed, disbelief etched on her face.I let out a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure. “I need you to be calm.”“How can I be calm? You just dropped a bomb on me!” She protested, her feet tapping anxiously against the floor.“Do you find me so unattractive? Don’t I possess the qualities you seek in a man?”She shot me a glare, her voice sharp.“It has nothing to do with that. I don’t know anything about you. I don’t trust you, let alone love you.”“No one’s talking about love here,” I replied, frustration bu