“If you break anything, your boss will pay ten times for it” I spat as Ethan’s staff dragged my large suitcase up the stairs.
We had agreed to move in together to make our little arrangement look more realistic. We were yet to break the news to our family and friends but Ethan the genius suggested cohabitation as a way to seal the deal. To be honest, I wasn’t mad. This arrangement was quite beneficial to me. My rent was almost due and I had tons of bills to pay. Ethan was practically doing me a favour but I’d rather shove concrete down my throat than admit it. My new temporary home was a two storey penthouse in the outskirts of town. It had a beautiful view of the mountains and it had a lush garden that looked like it blossomed all year round. “Carefully with that!” I screamed as the staff mistakenly dropped my suitcase. He apologized repeatedly before picking up the large box. We finally arrived at my assigned bedroom. The large door stood between a study and another room that was locked. “Is that your boss’ room?” I asked the staff. He shook his head vigorously, “No…we don’t go in there or she will be pissed”. “she?” I gasped. The staff nodded and walked away without uttering another word. She? Ethan did not have a sister, and his mother had a large mansion in the middle of town. Who was she? I pushed my questions to the back of my mind and carried on with moving into the room. It was a beautifully decorated room with a king sized bed and a walk in closet. I barely had enough clothes to fit into a regular closet, what the hell was I supposed to the with a walk in closet? There was a large balcony that had a stunning view of the garden and lake,it was hard to shut the door and return to the gruesome task of unpacking. I spent my entire Saturday afternoon sorting through piles of clothes, donating my old furniture and responding to work emails. Time was far spent and so was I. I lay supine in bed and tried to force myself to sleep. A soft knock sounded from the door. Great! Another distraction that would prevent me from resting. I propped the door open and was met with a beautiful young girl, not more than twenty or twenty one. “Hello ma'am” she greeted curtly. “Maddie, just call me Maddie” I smiled at her. “What is your name?” I asked her. “Lena” she retorted. “Great! Do you want to come in?” I asked, trying to sound polite. “No, Mr King requested that you join him for dinner” she said softly. I nodded, “I’ll be there shortly”. She smiled and turned to leave but quickly halted in her tracks. She turned back to me, a look of indecision and hesitation visible on her face. She stood still for a moment before finally speaking, “He said you should wear something nice”she blurted before scurrying off like a mouse. The nerve of that man, his audacity was questionable and sometimes, I wished I could smack him across the face. Moving in together was his idea, now he was going to force me to look prim and proper to have a bowl of cereal or microwaved pizza. I made up my mind. If I was going to have dinner, I would have it in my room, away from him. I returned to bed and tried to fall asleep again. It was almost 8pm and I knew as much as I tried, I wasn’t going to fall asleep. My body was used to being overworked and my sleep schedule was a mess. Only a hot shower would help me and I was yet to check out the bathroom. I took off my clothes and slipped into a robe. The bathroom was the size of my old apartment. It had a large tub and the tiles and walls were so white that they could cause blindness. It had very modern facilities, the kind you see in fancy hotels and movies. I filled the tub with warm water and just enough soap to make the bathroom smell like a beauty store. I wasted no time jumping into the tub. The water was cool against my skin and the soothing effect was out of this world. I lay in the tub for several minutes, undisturbed and in much needed silence. My body was extremely relaxed and I soon fell asleep. “Madison” “Madison” the voice called again. “Wake up” the voice yelled as water splashed my face. My eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light and I slowly took in my surrounding. “What are you doing in here, you…perv?” I screamed at the top of my lungs when I realized Ethan was standing beside the tub, wiping his hand with a towel. “You were supposed to be at the dinner table two hours ago” he frowned. “I never said I was coming”I spat. “Please get out” I said, pointing to the door. “No” he scoffed. “No? I’m literally butt naked. Get out!” I screamed. “No. It’s my house and I am free to be where ever I want” he replied coolly. Ethan was beyond impossible. He was crazy, out of his mind. And if I wasn’t stuck in this tub, the only thing protecting my dignity, a little layer of soap and bubbles, I would have smacked the day light out of his eyes. “Are you going to be coming down for dinner?” he asked, his eyes focused on me. “No. I don’t want to eat with you. Leave me alone” I huffed. “very well then” he sighed before turning to leave. I sighed in relief as I watched him walk out of the bathroom. The moment I hear the room door slam shut, I would run out of this tub and get dressed as soon as possible. My relief was quickly turned into dread as Ethan returned back into the bathroom with the vanity chair in his hands. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I screamed. “You need to leave immediately, stop being an ass” I cussed. He completely ignored me and set the chair beside the tub, so close that if he looked closely, he would be able to see my naked body. He unbuttoned his jacket and slid into the chair. “Are you fucking serious?” I huffed, my body boiling with frustration. He completely ignored me and my tantrums, instead, he pulled out his phone and began scrolling through what I presumed was i*******m. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Ethan was dick. He always has been and he would never change. What was I expecting when I agreed to move in with him? The water had become cold and I was certain I would start shivering soon. My forced companion on the other hand, looked relaxed and completely unbothered. There was no way I was backing down and giving in to this jackass’ request. I would freeze to death if need be. My alarm rang from the bedroom, indicating it was almost 10pm. The water was now ice cold and I had began shivering. Ethan was still on his on his phone. Sensing my eyes on him, he ,looked up, a small smile playing on his lips. “Ready to have dinner now, love?” he asked, suppressing his laughter. “Suck my dick” I spat as I flipped him my middle finger. “I’m bored and I don’t want to be here all night” he declared. “Then leave” I spat. He shook his head and began to take off his jacket. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked as panic began to surge through my veins. I begged God and every diety on earth to save me. If Ethan got into this tub with me, I would be arrested for murder. He didn’t get into the tub with me. Instead, her rolled up his sleeves and moved closer to the tub. “What? You’re going to pull me out?” I asked. “No, you’d come out on your own” he replied. What the hell did that even mean? There was no way on earth I would step out of the tub if he was in the bathroom. “Are you going to come down for dinner now?” he asked again. “Fuck off” I spat. He shrugged and plunged his arm into the tub. Dread washed over me as Ethan pulled out his arm with the drain plug tucked between his fingers. The water began to slowly disappear. I screamed on top of my lungs, hoping one of the staff would hear and come to my rescue. “They wouldn’t dare come in here” Ethan laughed. “Fuck! I hate you so much” I screamed and he laughed even louder. “I expect you to be downstairs in thirty minutes” he said as he tossed the plug back in. “Don’t make me come back up here” he warned before picking up his jacket and leaving the room.“Fucking dumb ass, piece of shit loser” I cussed under my breath as I hurried down the stairs.I wasn’t afraid of my new roommate but he had done enough to send a chill down my spine and I will never forgive him for it.I stopped briefly at the large mirror in the sitting room to admire my reflection, my hair was tied up in a messy bun and the light blue dress I had snagged from my closet clung perfectly to my body.Bloody outrageous! I would never be dressed up just to eat dinner at home, but here I was, looking like a washed up bimbo, just because a man had threatened me.“Can you please stop flirting with your reflection. The food is almost ice cold” my roommate’s voice sounded from dining area.“Fuck” I cussed out loud. How did I not realize the mirror was large enough for him to see me from the dinner table?All these time, he had been watching me fix my messy hair and try to fix my overly padded bra. I wish I could gouge his eyes out. But wishes were hopeless, if I hurt a hair o
“The Smiths are running out of patience” Ethan’s mother declared.Ethan sat still at the far end of the couch, watching his mother as she rambled on about some ‘engagement’ and losing the Smith’s alliance.From where i stood, I could see them clearly and their conversations were loud enough for me to hear.Eavesdropping is wrong, I know. But my goddamn husband just told his mother I was no one important and there was no way I wouldn’t get to the bottom of why he didn’t bother to introduce me to my mother in-law.Sneaking out of my room was a bad idea because the more I listened to Ethan’s mother talk about how much she wanted him to be with someone else the more upset I got.I had to pinch myself, I needed to remember that whatever happened, this marriage was fake and I shouldn’t be upset about Ethan making plans for his future after our deal was over.Why he even offered to marry me still made no sense to me. He could very well afford to pay for my silence. Why he chose this route ma
The suitcase’s wheels thudded softly against each stair as I descended, my bag weighing down one shoulder while my heart weighed down the other. I felt... numb. Maybe it was the exhaustion of crying myself dry the night before or the sting of Ethan’s mother’s words echoing in my mind. Maybe it was the fact that I was leaving behind this mess I should never have stepped into in the first place. The hum of the idling Uber engine outside reached my ears. My ticket out of this ridiculous situation was just steps away. Freedom, peace, and a chance to pretend none of this ever happened—it was all waiting on the other side of that door. I reached for the knob, my fingers gripping it tightly, and twisted. The door didn’t move. I frowned, twisting it again. Harder. It didn’t budge.I checked the kitchen and back doors, they were all locked. “What the hell?” I muttered, leaning my weight against it in frustration.The door that led to the garage was my last hope and I ran to it with all th
"If I unknowingly signed to become your slave for life, forget about it," I muttered, flipping through the document. Ethan chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "I would never do that. I'd never put you in restraints... unless maybe you wanted it." "Perv," I hissed, my cheeks heating despite myself. The pages rustled as I flipped through them quickly, scanning for any hidden clauses or sinister fine print. I wasn’t about to trust him blindly—not after everything. My eyes darted from line to line, my heart racing for no good reason. I wasn't a lawyer, but I could understand enough to know I wasn’t about to sell my soul. "I panicked for nothing," I frowned, slamming the document shut. "There's nothing bad in here." Ethan smirked, leaning back in his chair, the picture of confidence. "I know. I just wanted to teach you a lesson." "A lesson in what? Trusting you? Not happening." I rolled my eyes and shoved the papers across the table, putting as much space as I could between the
The sound of the front door opening caught me mid-thought. My eyes darted toward it as sharp voices echoed down the hall, growing louder with each step. A chill ran down my spine, a sense of unease settling in my chest. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I glanced at Ethan, who sat casually across from me, his expression unreadable. But the slight tightening of his jaw told me he wasn’t thrilled about whoever had just walked in. Eleanor stood in the living room, her eyes focused on her phone as she muttered to herself. She was neatly dressed in a tight pant suit and her hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face."Be quick, darling. I don't have all day" she yelled at someone who was at the door.My face immediately fell when I saw whom she was speaking to.Samantha walked in, dragging a large designer suitcase that I was certain cost more than my rent.She stood beside Eleanor and they conversed in hushed tones.We hurried downstairs and Ethan looked as pale as a ghost. “Ethan,” E
It felt like my brain was being split in half. My eyes felt extremely heavy and my body felt like I had been crushed by a truck.The feeling of the soft mattress against my body gave me a little relief, only, this wasn't my bed and I had never made it home last night. I vaguely remember getting into a taxi but I have no idea if I made it out of the club.I turned and writhed in the large bed until I found the energy to stand up.The very unfamiliar room was tactfully decorated with large wooden furniture and floor length curtains that blocked sunlight from entering the room.Aside the standard decoration, there was nothing else.Nothing to give me a clue as to who owned the room I was in. No pictures or paintings or even a jacket or sweater.I sighed and said a short prayer as I grabbed the shiny doorknob..Locked.I really need to find a way to stop getting locked in.I yanked the door knob severally, my frustration rising each passing minute.Who the fuck had done this? I folded t
~ETHAN~ I always wondered what went on in her thick skull.How can somebody with such high academic qualifications, one of the smartest women I've ever met and a total genius, think like a fucking squirell? Her emotions were always ahead of her, she acted without fucking thinking and she gets hurt at the end. Anger was a meager way to describe the emotions I felt. That sick bastard, he was beyond lucky he didn't lay his filthy hands on my wife.It gave me extreme pleasure to watch him beg for his life as my fist ravaged his stupid face.The scars would always remind him not to mess with what's mine and most especially, not to ever drug any woman. The police arrived quicker than I had expected and in few minutes, the sick bastard was handcuffed and escorted out of his apartment.I would make sure he spends a good time in prison. How did I hire such a sick creep in the first place?Losing his job will render him useless, he'd be plunged deep into debt and he would forever regret the
The sharp, relentless pounding on the door jolted me awake. My heart thundered in my chest as I blinked, disoriented, the faint glow of moonlight streaming into the room. Maddy stirred beside me, her small body curling further into the warmth of the blankets. For a moment, I wanted to ignore it—let whoever it was stay outside and figure their shit out—but the banging only grew louder, more aggressive. I carefully slid out of bed, tucking the blankets around her sleeping form. She mumbled something incoherent but didn’t wake. Running a hand through my hair, I padded toward the door, my muscles tense. Whoever was pounding like that better have a damn good reason. The moment I opened the door, Samantha shoved past me, her heels clacking furiously against the marble floor. “What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?” she spat, her green eyes flashing with rage. I stepped in front of her, blocking her path toward the bed. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know what time it is? I tho
The event had been exhausting. The endless small talk, the fake smiles, and the way Ethan’s eyes followed me all night—I felt like a bird in a gilded cage. By the time the everything ended, all I wanted was to disappear into the quiet sanctuary of my room. I lingered near the grand staircase of the pottery studio, pretending to be engrossed in my phone as people around me trickled out. I could feel Ethan’s gaze on me even before I looked up. When I finally did, there he was, cutting through the crowd like he owned the world. His suit was stained with clay from the exercise and he wiped the spot profusely as he walked towards me. “Ms Taylor,” he said as he approached, his voice lower than usual, as if he were trying not to startle me. I froze, gripping my purse tighter. “Mr King” “You're going home with me” he said, his tone soft but firm. The words hung between us like a challenge and the bystanders who had heard what he said gasped and stared daggers at me. My instinct screamed
~ETHAN The air was thick with awkward tension as I walked into the brightly lit pottery studio. It was an unconventional place for a corporate team-building exercise, but King Enterprises had recently partnered with this studio as part of a local arts initiative. My PR team insisted this event would be good for employee morale and our public image. I wasn’t convinced. The large room smelled of clay and faintly of paint, with rows of pottery wheels and long tables neatly arranged. The studio walls were decorated with shelves of colorful pottery, cheerful and inviting—a sharp contrast to the stiff, uneasy energy radiating from my employees. I scanned the room quickly, my gaze landing on Maddy at the far end. She was standing alone, looking painfully out of place amidst the clusters of coworkers who whispered and laughed amongst themselves. Samantha, of course, was front and center, making sure everyone noticed her. She tossed her hair back dramatically and laughed a little too loud
~ETHAN The drive home was quieter than usual, a stark contrast to the chaos in my head. My thoughts kept circling back to Maddy—her voice, the way her eyes lit up when she mentioned her birthday plans. I could still hear her teasing me about wearing something "other than a suit" to dinner tonight. I’d intended to make it. I really had. But the day had spiraled out of control. A client crisis, endless phone calls, and the suffocating weight of managing the company had consumed every second. By the time I realized how late it was, the clock on my dashboard read 11:15 PM. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, frustration bubbling under my skin. I’d missed it. I missed her. As I parked in the driveway, the house loomed ahead of me, its windows glowing faintly against the dark night. The air felt heavy as I walked to the door, turning the key in the lock. The silence inside was deafening. No staff bustling about, no soft hum of conversation. Just the muted tick of the grandfather cloc
~MADISON I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing the midnight blue dress I had carefully chosen for the evening. The silk fabric hugged my figure perfectly, flowing down in elegant folds. It was the kind of dress that made you feel confident, beautiful, even when your heart wasn’t quite in it. The warm light from the vanity caught on the delicate silver necklace I wore, a simple piece that Ethan had given me months ago. It was my birthday, and despite everything—the fights, the cold distance between us, his increasing absences—I wanted to believe tonight would be different. He’d promised we’d go to dinner. He’d promised to make time for me. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 7:30 PM. The reservation was for eight, but Ethan was nowhere to be seen. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made you acutely aware of your own breathing. “Ma’am?” The soft knock at the door startled me. One of the staff, Maria, peeked her head in. “Would you like me to check with
The sharp, relentless pounding on the door jolted me awake. My heart thundered in my chest as I blinked, disoriented, the faint glow of moonlight streaming into the room. Maddy stirred beside me, her small body curling further into the warmth of the blankets. For a moment, I wanted to ignore it—let whoever it was stay outside and figure their shit out—but the banging only grew louder, more aggressive. I carefully slid out of bed, tucking the blankets around her sleeping form. She mumbled something incoherent but didn’t wake. Running a hand through my hair, I padded toward the door, my muscles tense. Whoever was pounding like that better have a damn good reason. The moment I opened the door, Samantha shoved past me, her heels clacking furiously against the marble floor. “What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?” she spat, her green eyes flashing with rage. I stepped in front of her, blocking her path toward the bed. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know what time it is? I tho
~ETHAN~ I always wondered what went on in her thick skull.How can somebody with such high academic qualifications, one of the smartest women I've ever met and a total genius, think like a fucking squirell? Her emotions were always ahead of her, she acted without fucking thinking and she gets hurt at the end. Anger was a meager way to describe the emotions I felt. That sick bastard, he was beyond lucky he didn't lay his filthy hands on my wife.It gave me extreme pleasure to watch him beg for his life as my fist ravaged his stupid face.The scars would always remind him not to mess with what's mine and most especially, not to ever drug any woman. The police arrived quicker than I had expected and in few minutes, the sick bastard was handcuffed and escorted out of his apartment.I would make sure he spends a good time in prison. How did I hire such a sick creep in the first place?Losing his job will render him useless, he'd be plunged deep into debt and he would forever regret the
It felt like my brain was being split in half. My eyes felt extremely heavy and my body felt like I had been crushed by a truck.The feeling of the soft mattress against my body gave me a little relief, only, this wasn't my bed and I had never made it home last night. I vaguely remember getting into a taxi but I have no idea if I made it out of the club.I turned and writhed in the large bed until I found the energy to stand up.The very unfamiliar room was tactfully decorated with large wooden furniture and floor length curtains that blocked sunlight from entering the room.Aside the standard decoration, there was nothing else.Nothing to give me a clue as to who owned the room I was in. No pictures or paintings or even a jacket or sweater.I sighed and said a short prayer as I grabbed the shiny doorknob..Locked.I really need to find a way to stop getting locked in.I yanked the door knob severally, my frustration rising each passing minute.Who the fuck had done this? I folded t
The sound of the front door opening caught me mid-thought. My eyes darted toward it as sharp voices echoed down the hall, growing louder with each step. A chill ran down my spine, a sense of unease settling in my chest. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I glanced at Ethan, who sat casually across from me, his expression unreadable. But the slight tightening of his jaw told me he wasn’t thrilled about whoever had just walked in. Eleanor stood in the living room, her eyes focused on her phone as she muttered to herself. She was neatly dressed in a tight pant suit and her hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face."Be quick, darling. I don't have all day" she yelled at someone who was at the door.My face immediately fell when I saw whom she was speaking to.Samantha walked in, dragging a large designer suitcase that I was certain cost more than my rent.She stood beside Eleanor and they conversed in hushed tones.We hurried downstairs and Ethan looked as pale as a ghost. “Ethan,” E
"If I unknowingly signed to become your slave for life, forget about it," I muttered, flipping through the document. Ethan chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "I would never do that. I'd never put you in restraints... unless maybe you wanted it." "Perv," I hissed, my cheeks heating despite myself. The pages rustled as I flipped through them quickly, scanning for any hidden clauses or sinister fine print. I wasn’t about to trust him blindly—not after everything. My eyes darted from line to line, my heart racing for no good reason. I wasn't a lawyer, but I could understand enough to know I wasn’t about to sell my soul. "I panicked for nothing," I frowned, slamming the document shut. "There's nothing bad in here." Ethan smirked, leaning back in his chair, the picture of confidence. "I know. I just wanted to teach you a lesson." "A lesson in what? Trusting you? Not happening." I rolled my eyes and shoved the papers across the table, putting as much space as I could between the