I took in as much air as my lungs could take and moved away from him until my back hit the headboard of the bed, my cheek hurt, and blood filled my mouth from the corner of my lips. I nearly gave up on my plan, but it was too late to stop now. “You mean you worked hard and manipulated things in your favor to get to your position, and now you are coveting my shares using manipulation because you are not even a decent person, right? You cheat and manipulate things in your favor,” I sneered with forced bravado, my throat hurting from trying to sound strong. Daniel looked like a demon, with his dark gaze fixed on me. “Don't provoke me, Alexa. You don't want to see my ugly side,” Daniel warned. But how could I stop? I was just getting started. “What would you do if I did? Are you going to kill me, beat me to a pulp, or force yourself on me and rape me?” I yelled, my voice hoarse from pain. Daniel scoffed, “Rape? You call something you enjoyed rape? Are you in denial because you enjoyed
I woke up with the pungent smell of disinfectant and medicine invading my nostrils. The room was silent except for my heavy breathing and a beeping sound from the machines in the hospital. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in an attempt to clearly see the blurry image in front of me. I felt something on my head, moved my hands up to feel it, and winced when the needle in my arm pricked me. "Alexa, you are awake,” said the voice of my father, who was standing by my bed now. “How are you feeling?" he added. "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” “I'm fine, dad, thank you,” I managed to say, my voice sounding dry and hoarse. My father turned around and brought me a cup of water. "Sorry, dear, have some water. I will tell Carl to bring you some food. You must be hungry,” my father said. He went out and came back soon afterwards and started fussing about how I was feeling, and the doctor was also summoned. I looked at my father fussing over me, and warmth flowed into my heart. I knew my
3rd Person POVIn the underground basement of the Jones family mansion, Daniel was lying on a bed, unconscious, with bandages around his head. Mr. Jones walked through the door, looking at the sleeping man, and turned to his personal doctor. “It's been 3 days; why is he not awake?” he asked, with a hint of impatience. “He should be awake any moment from now, sir; all his vitals are okay, and he's not in danger. I can wake him up if you're in a hurry,” Dr. Martin answered respectfully. He had come to know after being with Mr. Jones for a while, that, even though he may look like a calm, peace loving person, he wasn't one to be trifled with. He prayed a silent prayer for this foolish young man who didn't know what was good for him and hurt Alexa. Everyone working under Mr. Alan knows that even though he doesn't show it, his daughter Alexa is the center of his universe, and from the marks on her fair wrists, her swollen cheeks, cuts on her forehead, and bruises on his boss's beloved d
Five days later, the Cooper family mansion received a huge gift box on their doorstep. Daniel, who couldn't even tell what was real and what was fake, was put into a big box and delivered to the Cooper family mansion with a note from the Jones family head that read, “The Cooper family must change their heir or disappear from Millennium City." Grandfather Cooper looked at his eldest grandson and realized that he had stepped on some big toes. He felt angry at this blatant disregard for the Cooper family name, but realized there was nothing he could do anyway. The Cooper family was not the Jones family's match, and he could only swallow the bitter pill. After their family doctor checked Daniel and pronounced that he was “losing his grip on sanity,” grandfather Cooper made arrangements for Daniel to be sent out of the country for psychiatric treatment, and during the next shareholder meeting, Lawrence was promoted to president of Cooper Industries with the excuse that Daniel traveled a
Alexa bid her father goodbye at the airport, and they shared a heartwarming hug. The announcement echoed through the air, and the chatter of people in different languages filled the atmosphere as travelers rushed to check in. Alexa got in line, waving at her father one last time, and made her way through security to her designated gate. ~~~ On an Italian flight bound for Ivory City, Morgan Wright got down from the famous Wright Airlines, a subsidiary of the Wright Corporation. Wright Airlines is a luxury airline that serves over 150 destinations throughout the world and has large and spacious first class cabins that boast elegance and luxurious decor. The carefully selected attendants gave their passengers world class services, and the many amazing services like celebrity chef signature dishes, designer sleep suits, luxury duvets, and Dior amenities kits given to passengers made it so that customers experienced the highest level of comfortability and luxury. Morgan was feeling an
“Are you okay, miss?” asked Morgan in his smooth and velvety voice. He had noticed all her little actions. Alexa was in a trance, looking at Morgan in a daze, until he waved his hands in front of her. She held the hand swaying in front of her and blocking her view of this adonis in place. Her fingers grazed his calloused fingers, sending tremors through her body. She opened her mouth to speak, feeling embarrassed by her blatant stare and hugging him earlier. “I'm sorry I mistook you for someone. I was..." "Get away from him!” said Peter, who had just returned and witnessed the scene of Alexa holding his boss's hand and roughly pushing her away from him. "Sorry, sir, are you okay?” Peter asked and proceeded to take out wet wipes from his pocket and handed them to Morgan, who also started wiping his hands and threw them into the trash can. Morgan was a clean freak; he liked wiping his hands at regular intervals, making Peter always carry a wet wipe along. “I didn't know something u
ALEXA POV “Welcome to Ivory City, my dear, favorite niece,” my uncle said, pulling me in for a hug. “Very funny; I thought I was your only niece,” I said, pulling out my tongue and making fun of my uncle. I had finally found him talking on the phone after I dragged my suitcase away in anger from that arrogant jerk. You can imagine my annoyance when some flight attendants I passed were whispering about how handsome he was and how wonderful it would feel to be his woman. One said he's so hot and that he was more handsome than all her handsome celebrity male crushes combined. Another said it was a shame that he didn't like women and was gay. One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression
I stood in front of the mirror and took a final look at my appearance. I was dressed in a stunning sleeveless red backless bodycon dress that hugged my figure perfectly, showing all my curves, and was paired with elegant black heels. A delicate golden heart-shaped pendant adorned my neck, with the gem resting gracefully between my perky breasts. My hair was styled in a chic ponytail with curls at the ends, with a few curly tendrils framing my face. I had applied light makeup, accentuating my features, and sported a bold red lipstick to complete the look. I walked out of the room satisfied and ready to have fun. On reaching the living room, I saw Elise sitting on the couch, looking like a hot mess with her purple colored hair in a bob cut. She was wearing a short black leather skirt with a light shade of purple club top, black boots, smokey eye makeup, and her lips painted in a dark red color. “And who the hell allowed this crazy girl in here? Elise or whatever you call yourself, get