Chapter 1

New York City, 2016.

I stared at the snow falling outside the window. Tears rolled down my cheeks. The snow brought my memories back and made my heart cry.

I don’t know who my parents are. They left me at the door of the orphanage on Christmas Eve with my name and date of birth, which they wrote on a piece of paper.

Today is my birthday. I have one wish deep in my heart. I hope that someday I can meet them and I want to ask why they have the heart to do that to me.

“Everyone gather immediately!”

I wake up from my thoughts, wiping my tears. My co-workers and I immediately walked over and stood facing our manager.

Her name is Linda Blonde. She is 28 years old. She has a sexy body with short blonde hair. I don’t know why she hates me so much. She never tires of scolding me all the time.

I worked as a waitress in a five-star hotel in New York City. I’ve been working here for 3 weeks.

“Listen to me carefully. Our boss, Vincent Gray. He will have dinner here. We must serve him well. If anyone of you dares to cause trouble, I’ll fire you right away!” Linda said, glaring at me.

“Yes, ma’am,” we all said, bowing politely.

She then walked arrogantly away from us, back to her workroom.

“Oh gosh! Vincent Gray will be here! I’m so death! I saw his pictures. Oh gosh! He’s hot and so handsome,” my co-worker said.

“He’s handsome, f*cking rich! I’ve read articles about him. He is the owner of this hotel and he also owns the property company. He is 28, and he is brilliant. Oh gosh! I wish I could be his wife,” the other said.

“What are you all doing there! Get back to work! Now!”

We turned our heads in startled and we saw Linda was glaring at us with an angry face. We quickly split up to get back to work.

“Angela! Stop right there!” 

I stopped my steps when Linda yelled at me. I sighed, then turned around.

She walked over and stood facing me. “Listen to me! I don’t want you to cause trouble and humiliate me in front of our boss. Never show your face. Stay in the kitchen. Understood!” she said, glaring into my eyes.

I could hardly believe what I just heard, and I felt relieved to hear that. I was so afraid of making mistakes in front of our boss and Linda would happily fire me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied with a cheerful smile.

She bewildered, seeing me happy. Then she smirked at me. “You can go now!”

I bowed politely and walk away from her to get back to work.

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I was sitting in the kitchen, leaning my back against the chair. I feel so exhausted. Linda gave me a lot of work since I set foot in this place. I then got up from the chair to get a drink.

It surprised me when I saw Jessica walking into the room.

“Angela! How are you! Nice to see you again,” she said and gave me a hug.

She was the one who offered me to work in this place. We first met when I was looking for a job. Since then, we never met again. Whenever I call her, her cell phone is always off.

She let go of her hug and looked me in the eye. “Do you enjoy working here?” she asked.

I answered her with just a smile.

She smiled back at me, then said, “I know you are gonna love to work here.”

She suddenly took my hand. “Come with me.”

“Wait! Where are you taking me?” I asked as she led me out of the room.

We stopped our steps, stood facing the dining table. A man in a black suit is sitting there looking at me. He has short, brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.

My heart suddenly pounded I couldn't blink staring at his handsome face.

“Boss, this is Angela Lee. She is the girl I told you about,” Jessica said, smiling.

It surprised me when I found out that he was my boss.

He gave me his handsome smile and put his index finger on his lips. My heart beat faster and faster when his lustful eyes roamed all over my body. His gaze seemed to tell me that he wanted so badly to enjoy every inch of me. I suddenly felt so scared of him. I avoided his eyes and looked down.

“You are right. She is so beautiful, like an angel,” he said in a raspy voice.

I lifted my face to look at him. I held my breath in fright when I saw his domineering eyes gripping mine.

Jessica smiled at my boss. She looked relieved after hearing what he said.

I then saw Linda and my co-workers who were standing not far from me, staring at me with their angry and jealous eyes as if they wanted to cut my body into small pieces.

My boss drank his wine and got up from his chair. “Angela, take my bag with you,” he said without looking at me. Then he walked towards the door.

I stood still with my mouth closed. My brain suddenly stopped working with my body frozen.

“Why are you still standing here? Take the bag now!” Jessica said, raising her voice.

“Y-yes,” I replied nervously. I immediately took a luxury black briefcase that was on the dining chair and ran after my boss.

I catch my breath as I stand behind him. We are waiting for the elevator. The elevator doors are open, no one is inside. We then walked in.

I stood behind him as he pushed the button for the elevator to the top floor. He said nothing, just standing still, staring at the elevator door.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I keep telling myself that everything will be fine. He won’t do anything bad to me. He just asked me to carry his bag.

I opened my eyes, and I felt like time had stopped ticking. Fear and silence gripped me, making my heart beat rapidly.

I then looked at him carefully. He has the perfect body. He is so tall. My height only reaches his shoulders. I smell his cologne on my nose. It smelled so good; I loved it.

The elevator doors opened, and he walked out. I immediately followed him before it closed.

He stopped at the door of a penthouse. He took a card from his jacket pocket and opened the door. He walked in saying nothing, leaving the door open.

I stood still; I kept asking myself what should I do. I was afraid to go inside and I didn't want to.

“Angela, come in. Put the bag on the desk,” he said from the inside.

“Y-yes, sir,” I replied.

I took a deep breath and forced my feet to walk into the room.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing when I was in the room. The penthouse is so beautiful, big, and luxurious. There are three luxurious bedrooms, three baths, two powder rooms, a library, a kitchen, a dining room, and a living room that doubles as a ballroom.

And there is also a swimming pool with an exquisite outdoor garden. I could see the entire City of New York with its beautiful lights from the large glass window in the room.

It’s warm in here, even though it’s snowing outside. I smiled to see a beautiful Christmas tree beside the fireplace.

“Do you like this place?”

I turned around in startled. I saw my boss was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. His index finger rests on his lips while his eyes stare deep into mine.

It scared me to see the way he looked at me. I avoided his eyes and immediately put the bag on the desk.

I walked over and stood facing him. “Sir, is there anything else I can do for you?” I asked politely.

“Tell me. How much do you want to be paid? I want to f*ck you now,” he said, keeping his eyes on mine.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. I felt so sad and humiliated. I try my best not to cry.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m not that kind of woman. If you no longer need my help, then I’ll go back to work,” I said, bowing politely.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed my arm, and led me to the bed.

“What are you doing? Get off me!” I said in a panic.

My heart almost stopped beating when he laid my body on the bed with him on top of me. He took off his tie and tied my hands with it to the headboard. He forcefully unbuttoned my shirt, then took off my bra.

I kept struggling to free myself, but it was no use.

I held my breath in pain as his big, strong hands squeezed my breasts while his mouth sucked, licking my nipples greedily. His lustful breath on my skin. I felt his hard cock against my thighs.

He then moves his right hand from my breast to under my short skirt. His hand crept up my thigh, up to my pussy. He slipped his hand under my panties and play his finger around my entrance.

“Please... stop it. Please... I’m scared,” I said, crying.

I felt so helpless; my body kept shaking.

He stopped raping me when he saw my tears. He struggled to control his lust as he kept staring into my eyes.

“Why? Why don’t you want to do this? I’ll give you a lot of money and everything you want,” he said in confusion, catching his breath.

“I don’t want your money. Please... let me go. I beg you,” I said with a sob.

He looked sad seeing me cry I saw sadness in his eyes. It startled me as he gently wiped the tears from my cheeks.

He then untied me and got out of bed. He walked away from me, saying nothing.

I quickly got out of bed, buttoned my shirt while running out of the room, holding back my sadness and fear.