“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
GABRIEL’S POVThe morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bed. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft golden glow. The first thing I saw was her—Kiera, lying beside me, her face serene in sleep. In that moment, I was struck by her beauty. She was stunning in a way that made my chest tighten. Her hair tumbled in soft waves around her face, and her lips, slightly parted, looked so inviting. Watching the rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.For so long, I had held back my feelings for her, but the incident with Linda had pushed me over the edge. I had confessed my feelings without thinking, and ever since, Kiera had been acting a bit awkward around me.I knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about sharing a room, but I craved the closeness, the intimacy of just being in the same space. When Abuela suggested it, I felt like I had hit the jackpot. I pretended to argue against the idea, but deep down, I knew there was
DAMIEN’S POVI tossed and turned, the sheets twisting around me like a noose. Kiera’s face haunted me—her laughter, her touch, the way her eyes sparkled, her smile. But that wasn’t what kept me awake all night. No, it was the thought of her with Gabriel.I couldn’t shake the image of them together. The way he looks at her makes it seem like she is the last drop of whiskey in a dry bar. What if something happened between them last night? Did she look at him the way she looks at me? Did she touch him? The mere thought made my stomach burn.I flung the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Do I trust Kiera? The two of them in the same room felt like dangling cheese in front of a mouse—an invitation to disaster, too tempting, too dangerous. Even if Kiera held her ground, I knew that smooth-talking bastard Gabriel could charm the skin off an apple.Just as I was about to drown in my thoughts, a knock echoed through the room.I barely had time to collect my thoughts when Be
KIERA’S POVAfter dinner, the room felt like a chamber in hell, simmering with unspoken words. Gabriel and I barely spoke to each other, and I could tell she sensed the tension in the air, but she said nothing, her silence almost deafening.Gabriel eventually retreated to his room, leaving me across from Abuela, who was diligently knitting a scarf, her needles clicking like a clock.“Mrs. Vanessa?” I finally ventured, my voice almost swallowed by the silence.“Oh, come on, dear. We’re past the formalities, aren’t we? You’ll soon be my daughter-in-law, so you might as well start calling me Abuela,” she replied, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips.I forced a smile back, the warmth barely reaching my eyes, “Okay, Abuela. Thank you for the amazing meal. It’s been a long day, so I think I’ll call it a night.”Her gaze lifted, eyes sparkling with mischief that sent a shiver down my spine, “Rest well, my dear.”As I nodded, my heart raced with a flutter of anxiety.Upon our ar
ELISE’S POVI blinked rapidly, trying to process Hannah's words, “What did you just say?” I leaned in closer, my brows knitting together like two angry caterpillars.“Umm… Miss… Miss Freya is here,” Hannah stuttered, her confidence crumbling under my glare.“Are you stupid?” I bit out, my voice climbing an octave as I raised my hand, nearly striking her across the face. She flinched, stepping back as if I were a live wire and I halted mid-motion, catching myself just in time.I took a deep breath, my lips tightening into a thin line as I let my hand drop, “Where is she?” I demanded.“She’s, um… she…” Hannah cleared her throat, her finger awkwardly pointing toward the stairs as she scratched her neck, a nervous gesture that made my irritation flare.“Speak up already, you moron!” I snapped, my impatience palpable.Her eyes widened in fear, and she blurted, “She’s in the living room!”I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, my nails digging into my skin as I fought to keep my composure
ELISE’S POVI lay sprawled across the bed, feeling like a marionette whose strings had been cut, my body still throbbing from the wild, brutal passion of the previous night.The clock on the nightstand read 10 a.m., but the weight of my exhaustion kept me anchored to the sheets. Miguel had transformed me into his sex toy, exploring his dirtiest darkest fantasies. I knew I desperately wanted to be fucked, and touched by him, but I never signed up for this.Last night, he had bound all my limbs to the bedposts. The ball gag he used stifled my cries, rendering my protests useless. He fucked me till I almost passed out.When he was done, I tried to voice my discomfort, but he simply asked, “Are you tired of being in this marriage?” I didn’t need an encyclopedia to decipher what he meant. I realized then that I had only two choices: accept this new reality or contemplate the unthinkable—leaving him. But escape wasn’t an option I could entertain; I had too much to lose. So, I buried my feel
ABUELA’S POV“Catherine, would you be kind as to fetch my phone?” I called out from the backyard, the relentless ringing grating against my peaceful mid-morning.I took a deep breath and sipped my mango juice, feeling its coolness wash over me while I waited for her to arrive.“Here you go, ma’am,” she said, her voice warm as she handed me the phone.To my surprise, it wasn’t Gabriel’s name lighting up the screen but Rafael’s.A smile blossomed on my face, genuine and bright. I glanced at Catherine, a conspiratorial grin breaking free as I mouthed, “It’s Rafael,” followed by a soft giggle.“Hi, Mom,” he said, his voice like a soothing melody that instantly warmed my heart.“If I didn’t know you better, I’d swear you’ve forgotten all about your mother,” I teased, though my heart ached a bit as I said it.“Mom, that’s not fair! I’ve been swamped!” He replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.“Swamped, indeed, but surely not too busy to give your mother a call? It’s been o
KIERA’S POVThe next thing that followed was a chortle of laughter, uncontainable until I was practically doubled over.Gabriel squinted in confusion, clearly thrown off as I continued to laugh maniacally, clutching my stomach.“O… OmG… that..” I gasped, still pointing at him as if he were the punch line to a joke.“That’s the most… the most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard.”But as my laughter began to fade, I noticed the serious look on his face, and suddenly my giggles felt inappropriate like I was laughing at a funeral. An awkward silence settled between us, and I was left fidgeting with my hair, my lips pressing together as I cleared my throat, avoiding his piercing gaze.“You.. umm.. you’re not joking?” I finally managed to ask, my eyes flitting around like a trapped bird looking for a way out.“Why would I want to joke with something as delicate as this?” He replied, his voice steady, almost too steady.My heart tumbled into my stomach, it was as if he’d thrown a grenade into my
KIERA’S POVI sat in the car scrolling absentmindedly through my phone yet my, fingers drummed nervously against my thigh, each tap a countdown to my rising anxiety.Every few moments, I shot a glance at the entrance, hoping to catch sight of Gabriel, but time seemed to stretch endlessly. What could possibly be taking so long? Was Linda okay? Or worse, was Gabriel in trouble? My stomach twisted, and I shifted restlessly in my seat, feeling like a lion trapped in a cage.Just then, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my spiraling thoughts. I looked down to see a message from Damien.[Hey]I replied almost instantly, my heart racing.[Hey][Are you okay?]His concern dripped through the screen, and I typed back rapidly, desperate for the connection.[Kinda][If it’s about what I said earlier, I’m sorry for catching you off guard, but I’m not sorry for telling you how I feel about you.]A smile broke through my worry, warming my heart. I could almost picture him, those charming eyes glintin
GABRIEL’S POV“Are you kidding me? You want us to tell her we met at a club? What would she think about me?” Kiera asked, her eyes wide, a mixture of disbelief etched across her face. “Or maybe we could say we bumped into each other at a coffee shop and you spilled coffee on me,” I suggested.“Abuela must know that you never get your own coffees! Besides, why must it be me who spills coffee on you? What happened to you spilling coffee on me?” Her tone was a dramatic cocktail of sincerity and jest.“Fine, let’s toss that idea. How about we tell her I was in some sort of trouble and you saved me?” she countered, trying to keep the tone light.“Abuela would want details, and we wouldn’t want to give her the slightest hint about how we really met,” I shot back, noticing her brow knitting together as she pondered.I sighed heavily, resting my head against the car seat. My thoughts were a chaotic storm.“Wait, what if we say we met on a dating site? It seems realistic and doesn’t raise any