"Are you kidding me? Why would you come with us?" asked Becky, who finally canceled to go to dinner with Alan. James shrugged, "I just wanted to join in,?" he said lightly. "Oh really?!" she rolled her eyes, then turned her face toward the window again. They were in the car, just out of The Plaza area."Where are we going?" she asked nonchalantly."Home," he said."Okay, drive me to my apartment. I really need some me time," she said bluntly."No, we're going back to my penthouse," he said undeniably."Excuse me? We're not married yet! We don't have to live together! I want to go back to my apartment!" raved Becky, she didn't know why but she felt like staying in her apartment alone to clear her head from all those sudden things that happened to her.James pulled the car over,"Look, I don't have time to fight! The wedding is only days away! You think it's easy to arrange a sudden wedding?!" he said annoyedly."I never wanted a fight. It's you who always started it! It's difficult for
"Can you please leave me alone? I need time..." said Becky without looking at him. James nodded. He walked away from her and stopped right at the door."Everything will be fine. You don't have to worry," he said, staring at the back of her head with a warm gaze. Becky didn't say anything. She buried her face between her knees, sobbing. She didn't know that James was standing still behind the door, confused about how he could help her go through that situation.After he left, she dared herself to activate her cell phone. Since she was not famous, people might not be interested in her story. She shouldn't be over-worried, should she?So she swiped the screen, opened her social media, and was shocked. There were so many people putting harsh comments on every picture she uploaded.'She's marrying James Miller just to satisfy her shopping habit. She does not feel guilty after what her father has done to him! Such a bitch!''I bet she's not that pretty in real life.And many other nasty com
Becky's question was left unanswered. That day James took her back to LA, which confused her, he asked him, but again her question remained unanswered. They landed safely at LAX and continued to James' mansion, which gave Becky a goosebump when she looked at it, recalling the chaotic day when that tragedy happened."Okay, that's enough!" Becky stopped her step and snatched away James' hand, which was holding her wrist. "Can you at least tell me what's going on here? Why are you flying to LA when our wedding is just days away?" she raved, her chest heaving. "I know it's a fake wedding, but I don't like that you changed the plan without my approval. I mean, am I that insignificant to you?"James stopped. He exhaled long and then turned around at her."Those media attention is the last thing I wanted to get right now. I'm canceling the wedding at the Plaza. We're moving here," he said firmly.Becky gulped, "So I'm going to stay here until you don't need me anymore?" she muttered, staring
"Becky, someone is looking for you outside, are you dealing with some kind of debt-collector or something?!" yelled Claire one of Becky's office mates."What do you mean?""Just go see them!" Claire waved her hand, telling her to leave.Becky rose from her seat in annoyance and then walked fast to the office lobby. "Tina, is there someone who's expecting me?" she asked the receptionist. Tina nodded her head, "Right behind you..." said her almost inaudibly.When she turned her head she could see five men in black suits standing in line behind her, they were all staring at her in silence. Nervously, she cleared her throat, "Excuse me, are you guys looking for me?""Rebecca Beckett?" one of the men spoke."Yes? That's me..." she answered hesitantly."Mr. Miller is expecting you at his mansion right now!""Mr. Miller? I don't know anyone named Mr. Miller except the one who sells fresh milk next to my apartment, you must be mistaken! I don't have any business with whoever your boss is! Now
Becky fell silent, she looked around the room, she knew she had no other choice but to listen to whatever James Miller had to say."Go ahead," she said curtly.James snorted, he was quite surprised at how brave the woman in front of him was. He thought she was going to cry and kneel to him or something."This is the choice I give you, if you and your father can't return what he stole from me, the first option will be to send your father to jail as he should be and charge him with first-degree theft with a sentence of fifteen years in prison and you know what? I'll make sure your father got the worst prison ever!"Becky glared, her body was shaking violently, in her life she had never had to deal with legal matters. She could not imagine that her fifty-eight-year-old father would languish and die in prison."Please don't do that to my father..." she pleaded with a trembling voice.James Miller tilted his head, surveying Becky from head to toe."You still have a second choice," he said
Stupid Becky, she had never been to the elite mansions in LA before. They were all located very far apart and difficult to reach because they were a bit hidden. She walked the endless streets in her high heels, her cell phone was completely dead so she couldn't call an online taxi service. It was absolutely perfect!Her mind wondered about the reason why her father stole James's Miller painting.All this time, she thought her father was just an innocent and normal person. She never thought he would stumble into such a complicated matter. Fifteen years in prison? That sounds terrible! But being a slave to James Miller sounds even more terrifying!She puffed out her cheeks, tired that she couldn't find a busy street even though she had walked almost two miles.She walked limply to the side of the road and took off her painful high heels, it turned out that her feet were injured quite badly. Suddenly, tears dripped from her eyes one by one and were followed by loud cries. She felt very d
James Miller didn't say anything the whole way until he finally stopped his car in front of an abandoned warehouse."Get out," said him coldly."What are we doing here?" asked Becky, worried. She crossed her arms over her chest, afraid that he would sexually harass her.James Miller unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to stare at her silently, seconds later suddenly he came closer and said, "Don't worry you're not my type, and you know what? You're not that pretty after all..."Becky pushed him away from her face then hurriedly opened the car door and got off with her chest heaving in annoyance. From outside the car, she could see James Miller grinning intimidatingly.Seconds later, she followed him into the warehouse. She bit her lip, thinking of the best way to fight him if he ever dared to touch her. At the main entrance which was an old rusty heavy steel door, two men in black jackets stood guard while chatting with each other. They immediately straightened up when they saw James Mi
"Tim, Take care of her, you know what to do, bring her to the library after she finished her dinner," said James after he and Becky were back at the mansion."Yes, sir!" said Timothy, nodding politely at his boss then he looked at Becky from head to toe and got a little surprised when he saw the shoes she was wearing. Without looking at Becky at all, James Miller walked out of the living room into the hallway that led him to the elevator to the second floor where his room was."Come on, this way!" said Timothy while moving his chin, signaling Becky to follow him. Without saying anything she followed him with a gloomy and pale face. "Did you know what would happen to me?" asked her as she walked down the hall to the back door of the mansion."No," said Timothy curtly, he kept walking without looking at her who was walking next to him."You must know the reason why my father stole that expensive painting, please tell me!" she said as she stood in front of Timothy, blocking his path. He
Becky's question was left unanswered. That day James took her back to LA, which confused her, he asked him, but again her question remained unanswered. They landed safely at LAX and continued to James' mansion, which gave Becky a goosebump when she looked at it, recalling the chaotic day when that tragedy happened."Okay, that's enough!" Becky stopped her step and snatched away James' hand, which was holding her wrist. "Can you at least tell me what's going on here? Why are you flying to LA when our wedding is just days away?" she raved, her chest heaving. "I know it's a fake wedding, but I don't like that you changed the plan without my approval. I mean, am I that insignificant to you?"James stopped. He exhaled long and then turned around at her."Those media attention is the last thing I wanted to get right now. I'm canceling the wedding at the Plaza. We're moving here," he said firmly.Becky gulped, "So I'm going to stay here until you don't need me anymore?" she muttered, staring
"Can you please leave me alone? I need time..." said Becky without looking at him. James nodded. He walked away from her and stopped right at the door."Everything will be fine. You don't have to worry," he said, staring at the back of her head with a warm gaze. Becky didn't say anything. She buried her face between her knees, sobbing. She didn't know that James was standing still behind the door, confused about how he could help her go through that situation.After he left, she dared herself to activate her cell phone. Since she was not famous, people might not be interested in her story. She shouldn't be over-worried, should she?So she swiped the screen, opened her social media, and was shocked. There were so many people putting harsh comments on every picture she uploaded.'She's marrying James Miller just to satisfy her shopping habit. She does not feel guilty after what her father has done to him! Such a bitch!''I bet she's not that pretty in real life.And many other nasty com
"Are you kidding me? Why would you come with us?" asked Becky, who finally canceled to go to dinner with Alan. James shrugged, "I just wanted to join in,?" he said lightly. "Oh really?!" she rolled her eyes, then turned her face toward the window again. They were in the car, just out of The Plaza area."Where are we going?" she asked nonchalantly."Home," he said."Okay, drive me to my apartment. I really need some me time," she said bluntly."No, we're going back to my penthouse," he said undeniably."Excuse me? We're not married yet! We don't have to live together! I want to go back to my apartment!" raved Becky, she didn't know why but she felt like staying in her apartment alone to clear her head from all those sudden things that happened to her.James pulled the car over,"Look, I don't have time to fight! The wedding is only days away! You think it's easy to arrange a sudden wedding?!" he said annoyedly."I never wanted a fight. It's you who always started it! It's difficult for
Feeling better, she rushed to wash in the bathroom and got dressed. There were far more critical things to consider, like how she would announce her sudden wedding plans to the public. They must have been shocked, especially her siblings. But things might be more difficult if they discovered that James hadn't returned his memories.Let's say the marriage happened, at last, then temporary happiness will soon be created, and years later, all will end sadly because of a divorce that was supposed to happen. She took a deep breath, feeling guilty that her father's sins had resulted in her getting involved in a fake marriage to someone who should be her husband and who loved her the most.Thirty minutes later, she was ready with a knee-length casual dress in brick red. She let her long hair down. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks would turn red with embarrassment whenever she remembered what she had done with James earlier. Suddenly she could hear someone knock on the door."Y
With an annoyed face, Becky returned to James's penthouse. She still couldn't accept the trap she had set. If she had known from the start that her shopping expenses would be deducted from her own money she would not have spent that much!"Follow me," he said, climbing the stairs to the second floor."We're not going to sleep together, aren't we?" said her curiously. He snorted in laughter, "What did you just say? Do you think I'm willing to sleep with you? You may still be unable to forget what happened to us back then but trust me. I don't remember any of that. I even forgot how you tasted!"Becky didn't reply. However, she lost her virginity to him, which bothered her quite a bit. She stepped ahead of James with a shopping bag in her hand. James looked at her back. He understood what was happening in her head but wasn't lying when he said he didn't remember anything about her."I forgot which one is my room?" asked Becky when they were on the second floor, she looked around the ro
Becky grimaced. She looked at James with an annoyed look. "We accidentally bumped into each other. How about you? What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound cheerful. James looked at her and Richard alternately, "Accidentally bumped into each other? What is that supposed to mean?" he muttered with a raised eyebrow.Richard cleared his throat softly, "I'd better get back to the office, Becky thanks for your time!" he said as he rose to his feet, nodded once to James, and then hurriedly left them. He knew something terrible might going to happen."Are you following me?!" Becky said, her eyes squinting at James suspiciously. He chuckled, "Following you? Do you think I don't have anything else to do? Why would I follow you?! I wanted to pick up something I left in Michael's office, and I accidentally saw you with that annoying guy!""That annoying guy you said? You don't even know him! How can you call him like that? You're even a thousand times more annoying than him! I mean th
"Um, Richard, nice to meet you. I have to go now!" said Becky, shaking Richard's hand awkwardly."Let's go this way!" said Michael West, leading James and Becky to his office. "Bye!" said Richard, smiling warmly before Becky disappeared from the hallway."What? You like him?" muttered James coldly."Haha, so funny!" replied Becky with a sarcastic tone."Remember you are someone's future wife, don't flirt with other men or...""Or what?" she challenged him."Or you'll get the consequences," hissed James in a serious tone that made Becky shudder in horror, remembering the torture she once got from him.While Becky was busy with her thoughts, James suddenly pulled her hand away."Are you going to keep thinking about that guy, or are you going to focus on settling my life back?" he whispered in her ear.Becky sneered, she looked up at James, but she didn't say anything. It sucks! A relationship with someone who didn't love her back hurt her so much! She couldn't imagine living years with
Too ShockedThey stared at each other in silence, then the images of what they did a long time ago swirled in Becky's head as James buried his face between her thighs. She could remember everything clearly, all his sighs, touch, kisses..."Rebecca?!""Hey, Rebecca Beckett!" James waved his hand in front of her face and brought her to her senses. She hurriedly pulled herself away from him and cleared her throat nervously."Are you thinking something dirty? Why is your face red like that?" he teased with laughter.Becky's face turned even redder, "You're so annoying!" she snapped, stomping her feet and then walking fast, leaving the kitchen. James held back his laugh and followed her behind. They stood next to each other without speaking. Becky kept cursing herself for being unable to forget everything that had happened. She even felt something warm between her thighs. Gosh! What a shame!"Rebecca, wait!" yelled James running after her. "Arrgh!" suddenly, he stopped, holding his head in
"I know, you don't need to remind me," said Becky curtly. She turned her face to the window, secretly smiling because she missed James so much. It's just that she didn't want to show her longing for him. One-sided love was tough...James's penthouse was on the 100th floor of a luxury apartment building in Manhattan, New York.A driver opened the car door for her while James waited impatiently beside her. "This way," the bodyguard said, showing her the way to the private elevator that would take them to the 100th floor.She didn't say anything at all and was still trying to digest it all. She tried to fix her life and focus on her siblings, but James's appearance changed everything. She didn't know what would happen after that...James scanned his eyes at a small box located near the entrance. Soon after, the door was wide open. "Come on," he said as he stepped back and invited Becky to enter first."How did you know about that? I mean, how do you know how to enter this room?" she aske