5 years later
I took a deep breath. Trying to calm myself down. This is my eighth day working here. The door bearing the words 'President Director' seemed to force my heart to pump faster.Not knowing what Mr. Witson was going to discuss, I was summoned to his room right after the lunch hour was over. What was even more thrilling was that I was only a substitute assistant, while the previous assistant was on maternity leave. Yes, probably about a whole year according to my contract."Come in!" The baritone voice invited me to open the glass door.I entered with full nervousness. Because Mr. Witson is such a cold and untouchable person. His eyes were currently staring at me sharply, I felt like my entire body was being skinned just by that sense of sight."Sit down." I smiled awkwardly as soon as I noticed his somewhat softened voice."What's wrong, Si-"Ah. I thinned my lips, not having finished my sentence but Mr. Witson had already cut it off."What's my schedule tomorrow?""You have an important meeting with Mr. Degraxi tomorrow, 8 am at the Bulgari Hotel Milano, sir.""Cancel it," he said."And you get ready for tomorrow. Accompany me to Barcelano.""No refusal!" he said emphatically.My lips snapped shut as soon as Mr. Witson raised his hand. Is he must be kidding me? Accompany him to Barcelano? What for? But I couldn't possibly say no. This was clearly a superior order. Or maybe I could call it coercion?I don't know, it doesn't make sense. A boss canceling an important meeting just because he's going to another country for a reason I don't even know.***
"What are we here for, sir?" I asked when Mr. Witson and I finally arrived at the hotel in the middle of Barcelona.Let's be honest. All night long I'd been wracked with questions lodged in my brain. Even after receiving an urgent call from Mr. Witson, it felt like my head was heating up. He'd asked me to bring a red dress which, unfortunately, there was only one in my wardrobe, so I had no choice but to bring a dress that could be considered sexy."Don't you have any questions other than asking the same thing over and over again?""Of course, sir. At least I need to know what I'm there for.""Fine. Tonight we are going to Mr. Colin's birthday party. And of course you will be my partner.""Ah. Yes. Your hotel room is on the top floor. If there is any need, you can call me or come to my room on the 4th floor. Lion will escort you to your room."I still couldn't figure it out. How could I be bossed around at his whim just because he was a superior. He was indeed nine years older than me, but he was far too authoritarian.How could Sonya, his first assistant, be so capable of working for him for five years? I felt like running back to London. If only the bitter past didn't haunt me every time I took a breath, I'd probably be in my room right now. In Dad and Mom's arms."Come, Miss." Lion let me step into the elevator first.Before the elevator doors completely closed. I can see Mr. Witson waving his hand. Not to me, let alone Lion. Rather, it was to someone right behind him. I wanted to find out who, but the other big men seemed to block the person from my sight. Never mind. It's not that important, right? ***I sighed looking at myself in the mirror. The long red dress I was wearing really exposed my shoulders. Fortunately, the chest is not so low. So I just need to let my hair down to partially cover my shoulders.A knock on the door from outside followed by a heavy voice makes me quickly put the final touch, applying peach red lipstick on my lips. I opened the door to find Lion waiting with his back to me."Is Mr. Witson waiting?""Yes, Miss.""I don't like being called that. Just call me Bridgette.""But this is an order, Miss."I growled in annoyance."Whose orders?""My orders." A baritone voice followed my earlier question. Who else if not Mr. Witson the owner. I rolled my eyeballs lazily, wasn't my current position like the pretty girls in the fictional world? Let's call it that."Beautiful." A compliment escapes the thin lips of a mature man whose aura is so domineering. Oh. Should I be happy? Of course not. Men like that have certainly made it a habit of complimenting the women out there, including me."Xelle will definitely be mesmerized," he murmured. Whether I realized it or not, I heard it clearly."Xelle?""Who is Xelle, sir?" I asked. Clarifying the previous question."No one. Come on!"My hand was forcefully pulled away. Even so, I was still thinking about what Mr. Witson had said earlier. Xelle's name seemed familiar to me. But who? My head was still struggling so deeply that I didn't realize it. We were already downstairs. The place where Mr. Colin's birthday was being celebrated.Everyone seemed to be enjoying the party. Mr. Colin himself who owns the event was busy with some of his business colleagues perhaps. Don't ask me where Mr. Witson is. He was still standing next to me, looking for someone. I myself felt that someone else had been watching me all this time. But when I tried to catch that person off guard. My attempts always failed. Either the man beside me suddenly asked me to talk. Or some waiter who came to offer us a few glasses of wine."Sir, don't you feel like someone is watching us?""Who would notice us?" he asked nonchalantly. I shook my head no."Maybe you're just not used to being in a place like this," he replied as he sipped the wine in his hand.I wasn't the one who wasn't used to being in a place like this. But it seemed like someone was stalking me. I looked left and right, everything seemed normal. Some people seemed to be busy with their business, some were talking to each other.Mr. Witson and I were in the middle of the party crowd for quite a while. Finally, the host announced the opening of the main event, the cutting of the cake. Mr. Colin was seen giving the first piece of cake to his parents. Then followed by his girlfriend. Everyone clapped and cheered loudly. I also felt the euphoria of this moment. They are indeed a lovely couple, that's what people might think."Do you remember I was the first for you, baby girl?"I tried to make sense of what was happening after hearing a stern whisper in my ear. I had never considered what it would feel like to wake up with someone's hands around my hips. I try to hold my breath as the deep, raspy voice brings to memory a particular name. A name I didn't wish to keep in mind."I miss you."I abruptly stood up and freed myself from his grasp. Why can I see his face here after whatever I did yesterday? I was at a place that I had only been a few hours in.I stood up and climbed out of the hotel room's king-size bed. took a step back when I saw him coming."How did you get here?" I inquired almost in a whisper. "Go away!" He snatched both of my hands as I screamed. I made a vain attempt to shake him off. I lacked the strength to resist him because of his enormous size.Observing how I constantly attempting to escape. Passion flashed in his eyes. I have seen that before, yes. The five-year-old incident gave
I hugged my body tightly, occasionally rubbing my skin rough. It doesn't matter that I'm shivering so much right now, the sound of the shower no longer matters. I felt like dying considering my life had no meaning anymore. My world was shattered again in one day, after years of setting my heart to let go of that mistake.The man I never expected came back to ruin everything. I really hated him. Why was I destined to meet him? Why did life seem unfair to me. Five years is not a short time to make peace with the past. And now he's taking away that temporary peace at will.Really, I don't want to let his seed in my body. I'd rather die. I'm already worthless anyway. There's no point in staying. Yes. I should have drowned my body in the bath up. But that murderous gaze stared back at me. I don't know when he was there. I didn't care. I just wanted him to leave.Sure enough. My wish was granted right then and there. Axe left without saying a single word. But my relief didn't last long. Bec
I sat silently on the big bed lamenting my unfortunate fate. Axe managed to force me into his mansion. This is where I ended up. Stranded in a room where all the walls were painted white. A few paintings hung there. I let out a rough sigh, regretting the promise I made that I had to keep. Axe was a piece of shit. He's so cunning and cruel. I was like a prisoner to him. There weren't even any windows in my room. There were only a few air vents, and even those were small holes for escape.I remember very well how his mansion was located. Along the way we entered a very deep forest. That's right. This mansion was in the middle of the forest, far from the civilization of the city. I don't know what his purpose was in bringing me to a place like this. I'm sure. This mansion is his hiding place. Because, in the middle of the trip earlier. Axe had taken me to his penthouse. Picking up some of his things that he left behind."Miss, the master is waiting for dinner." A voice accompanied by an
I opened my eyes and found that it was getting noon, as the wall clock showed 10.30 am. I rubbed my face roughly, not usually sleeping so deeply. It took me a while to realize that my hands were no longer tied. In fact, they were already wrapped in bandages because it looked like I was injured when I tried to break free. But the question is, who is treating me? Axe? Is that possible? I couldn't believe it. It could have been that guy asking Edward to do it.I got off the bed. I didn't want to think about something that wasn't important. My mind was tired. It was better to clean myself up now. I could have angered that cruel man if I just cried and cried. To be honest, I'm tired of rebelling if I don't get any results from my rebellion. It's useless, isn't it?After my personal business was done. I accidentally saw a letter lying on the nightstand. My forehead wrinkles in surprise, isn't it if Axe has something to say. He can send a message via whatsapp or email. Strange. I opened t
"Yes, sir.""'Miss hasn't regained consciousness yet, sir.""Yes, sir."The faint sound of heavy voices was my morning alarm. I opened my eyes and immediately realized that I was already in my room. My head felt a little dizzy, several fragments of last night's events rushed to remind me of the angry figure last night, Axe. Where is he now? Wasn't I supposed to look back at Axe's condition when I heard the chaos he caused? Then how come I'm here. Waking up in such a mess?"Good afternoon, Miss. What would you like to eat?" That heavy voice startled me."Ed, what are you doing here?" I asked incredulously. I pulled the blanket closed, making sure my clothes were still safely in place. Thankfully, there was nothing missing on my body."Mister asked me to look after you, miss.""What's wrong with me?""You fainted last night, Miss. The doctor said you were exhausted."I nodded in understanding. It was no secret that living with Axe would be physically and mentally exhausting. It was unfo
"Give me back my phone and laptop, Axe." I wasn't begging him. My tone of voice sounded rude of course. What he took from me were my assets. I had the right to ask for them even if he didn't want them back."What for?" Axe closed his laptop a little loudly. He gave me a sharp look before finally packing up his things. I'm surprised at him, it's a holiday, Axe shouldn't be busy with his work right now."I'm bored," I reply quietly. I don't want to look into his eyes which continue to pierce me."A half-truth is worse than a complete lie. You obviously know that, baby girl." Axe rose from his seat. His towering body seemed to remind me that I was no match for him."You want to escape, don't you? Ask someone else for help. I know what's in that pretty brain of yours." Axe gripped my jaw slightly. I could feel the atmosphere changing in his body. He was angry. That's for sure."Let go!" I hit his hand hard. Axe freed my jaw. A lopsided smile played on his lips. As if my punch was somethin
I looked at myself in the mirror. In front of me was a frail-looking woman trying to look okay. I forced a smile until my reflection did the same. My appearance was perfect. It looks like Axe deliberately gave me a decolette look dress instead of a bustier look, so only my neck and chest are perfectly exposed. My hair is styled by his men in a messy bun style. The man prepared me in such detail that I almost didn't recognize myself.I walked slowly out of the room and towards Axe. He looked so handsome in his black tuxedo and matching bow tie. I'm not complimenting him, because that's the fact. I can say that Axe is one of those men who is exceptionally good looking. He's very handsome indeed. Unfortunately, his vices masked that fact in my eyes.Axe held his arm out to me. I stared at it for a moment before taking it. His piercing stare forced me to. I rolled my eyes lazily. Walking hand in hand with him was like walking to my own death. Every breath I took was heavy. Besides, the co
I smiled at the scene in front of me. The couple I was with were currently harvesting potatoes in their backyard garden. Still remember the middle-aged woman who helped me escape. Yes. She finally gave me a ride to stay with her. At first I refused because I felt bad. But seeing her begging so much, I couldn't bear it. They were a caring couple. At the beginning of my stay here, I told her the reason why I ran away on the night of Mr. O'connor's gala party. I only told them a little bit of the rest there were some truths I hid, including the identity between me and Axe. I didn't tell them that the man holding me captive was my own brother who was so obsessed with me. Even so, they kept encouraging me. I'm glad God brought me together with good people like them."Morine, I got a big potato," I said excitedly. The middle-aged woman I called Morine smiled and walked over to me. She eagerly helped me pull the potato from its roots.Our laughter broke out as the soil jumped on our faces. H