The men let go of her hand and exited through a golden door located at the far end of the living room. Following them with her eyes until they had disappeared out of sight, she caught sight of another staircase to the right with a piano right underneath.
“What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” She asked the question that had been at the tip of her tongue all the while. She'd thought it would be Trevor but meeting this man in his place made her feel uncertain about his intention. Did Trevor hire this man to do the dirty work of ending her life? No, he won't. Right? But this man looked nothing like a murderer, an ear piercing and that was it. But do murderers have to look a certain way? Everybody’s capable of killing once they have a reason to. Bile rose to her throat as a series of thoughts ran through her mind all at once. And the way he kept staring at her like a creep…No, a starved lion that just met his prey, wasn't helping matters. “Relax princess, there's enough time to answer all of your questions. I know it's late but you have to eat something before sleeping,” He said in a friendly tone with the annoying smile still printed on his face, pulling out a chair for her while urging her to sit. Phoebe scoffed at his words, not believing that he was seriously asking her to eat like they were long-time buddies…or was he trying to coax her into trusting him to make his job easier? “Come on princess, I won’t bite you know.” his voice broke her thought but she did not attempt to move. The strange man groaned loudly as he walked over to where she was standing, the smile off his face. “Okay. Fine, I would tell you why you are here and then you would eat.” “Is that a deal?” He asked, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness. Phoebe rolled her eyes at his comment. “Do we have a deal, princess?” He repeated, this time locking her in an intense gaze as if he wanted to squeeze a reply out of her. “Quit all this b*llshit and just tell me what I want to hear.” Phoebe barked, not trying to sound polite. He made a hurt expression, going as far as to blink his eyes dramatically. “Hmm. I must say, I admire your courage.” Strolling to the expensive living room and retrieving some papers from the table, he walked back to her, handing her the document in a way that seemed like he was daring her to open it. Her hands trembled as she took the document from him, giving him deathful stares that he didn't notice or maybe pretended not to have. With no other explanation as to the motive behind her kidnap, she unfolded the paper only to be greeted with the worst news of her entire twenty-two years of life. In her hands, printed in very bold letters, was a contract stating that she'd been sold by her father to a ‘Mr. Reid’ to be his sex toy for a whole year. It was also stated that he was free to get a child from her if he wished. Phoebe broke into a dry laugh as she stared daggers at the stranger, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her at her low point. “And you think I would buy such a silly story? You must be a pathetic asshole to think that I would ever allow you close to my body. Read my lips, I-will-never-allow-it.” she yelled at the top of her voice, rumpled the paper, and aimed for his face but missed. “We will see about that. But the way you say it makes it sound like I'm doing something despicable. Would you have preferred that it was a kidnap? That you were being sold into prostitution or something. You should be happy that…” “Happy about what exactly?” she snapped. “That you pulled me out of my happy life to spill rubbish? That I_become your bed warmer? And how is this any different from kidnapping? I have no idea what this is all about but I would appreciate it if it ends this minute.” Her frown deepened as the man chuckled like he was watching some kind of show. This stranger must have nerves to tell her that her father chose money or whatever it was he'd given him over her, his only child. It just made no sense. Her sick father? When was the contract even made? Wait, was she believing his words? This all has to be a mistake. He was definitely mistaking her for someone else. The man, sorry the so-called Reid kept staring at her with an amused expression that made Phoebe’s blood boil with rage. Ignoring him, she made her way towards the door which she'd seen the men from earlier exit from. “Ahh, looks like you are the stubborn type, you don't want to give me trouble, do you?” he asked. Phoebe turned slightly to see that he was standing with hands akimbo and the amused smirk was still etched on his face. ‘Weirdo’ She muttered under her breath as she opened the door but was surprised with what she saw. She recalled vividly that they'd gone in through just a door, why then was she not outside the mansion but in a hallway? And did she think they would just allow her to walk out of the mansion like that? Of course not with the bodyguards that stood at the extreme ends of the hallway, differed from the men she'd seen earlier. She gulped down saliva but it didn't help much so she rubbed on her neck, trying to ease the pain she felt in her throat as she watched them staring at her. Summoning courage even when she knew how pointless it was, she began to walk out of the door but not long had she started walking when a strong palm grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards a hard body. She tried to break free from him seeing that it was the man she'd left in the living room, but he didn't let go of her but carried her on his shoulders instead. “Let me go you crazy animal!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling to get off of him but one hard spank on her ass cheeks was all it took to keep her quiet.He carried her into the room they’d emerged from, before climbing up the golden staircase. Phoebe wondered if he felt pain at all with the way he was carrying her effortlessly like she was weightless even when she weighed over 59kg. On reaching the top of the stairs, Phoebe saw that the mansion was massive as they kept passing door after door…just how many rooms did the house contain? She wondered if it would be possible for her to escape from the house which seemed to expand the more they went. He opened the door to a big bedroom with a queen-sized bed in the middle. The whole room was painted milky white, matched with golden tiles. The vanity, wardrobe, closet, and door were all of golden color. Before Phoebe could finish drowning herself in the beauty of the room, she was thrown with force on the bed. The force with which she landed made the bed to vibrate violently. The hair tie she'd used to put her hair up in a ponytail, snapped and her hair came undone, adding color to the pri
“Good evening ma’am, I am Marcy and I'm here to deliver your food and to get you ready for tonight. “What's happening tonight?” Phoebe asked, ditching the question that had been at the tip of her tongue. The lady bowed her head and remained silent. “I'm sorry ma’am but it's not in my place to let you know if the young master hasn't told you yet. I am just following instructions,” she said, her voice carrying a tremble that made Phoebe wonder if she was crying. “Okay,” Phoebe answered as she studied the woman whose head was bowed the whole time. She had a lot of questions and needed answers but she wasn't going to force it out of a maid whose job was important to her. She wasn't going to put her at risk. Surmounting courage, she opened the door and let the woman in. The maid kept the tray containing the food on the bed and Phoebe’s eyes were quick to see the file on it. She rushed to the bed and grabbed it. As she picked it up from the tray, she saw that the maid was still stan
Her heart felt heavy and minutes passed as she stood there with eyes glued to the door. Looking down at the substance that was given to her, she knew exactly what to do. Over her dead body would she allow him to toy with her the way Trevor had done. Without thinking it through for fear of retreating, she opened the bag and sprinkled the content on her food. After she'd properly mixed it, she dug into her meal, relishing the flavors while being grateful that at least her last meal was nice. She ate silently as tears kept flowing from her eyes. Trevor would surely pay for the hurt he'd caused her. Her heart constricted with guilt as she knew she was taking two lives now_hers and the baby's whose only crime was to choose her to be its mother. But she continued eating anyway. As soon as she was done with the food, she emptied the glass of water that she'd been served, before going to place the tray on the vanity. She walked back to her bed and lay down, covering herself with the duvet
Lucas towered over her and sealed his lips with hers, searching her mouth and wrestling with her tongue for dominance. Goosebumps enveloped her skin as his skillful hands caressed her body, touching and squeezing her at all of her turning points. His lips went down her neck, biting and kissing till they got to her cleavage. He helped her remove her clothes, exposing her undies. “You are already wet for me.” He murmured as he sighted the wet patch on her panties. A blush formed on Phoebe’s face at his comment. He held the strings of her panties, looking at her face for any sign of disapproval. On getting none, he pulled the panties off and sniffed on it. Phoebe’s pussy smelled amazing, doing a great job of awakening his third leg. He started to lick on her thighs, deriving pleasure in the way her body froze and relaxed in synchrony. Phoebe moaned as she felt his wet tongue on her spot, a lick at first which seemed to take all of her reasoning from her. She held on to his head as he b
“Wow. Isn't this just amazing? Yesterday you were throwing yourself at me like a cheap prostitute and now you want to blame me? After moaning the whole night like the slut you are? Lucas insulted, his eyes darkening a bit. “You just proved yourself to be that lowly gaslighting prostitute . If there’s nothing more, I would like to leave as I have a lot of work to do than listen to this rubbish.” Phoebe couldn't believe her ears as she stared at him in disbelief. “You are a very stupid man. May the heavens punish you for what you’ve done. Karma would surely hit…” “You should save those rants for your father who sold you into this. And don't you dare act like a saint, like you don't enjoy all of this,” “Fuck you!” Phoebe snapped at him, her eyes a little bigger than usual with a vein popping right out of her forehead. Her eyes trailed down his sculpted body and even in her fury, she couldn't deny that it was the hottest body she'd ever seen. And his dick that was dangling betwee
Phoebe woke up to pitch darkness in her room, lest for the little light that penetration from beneath the door. Grasping her duvet with shaky hands, she rolled herself into a ball. Yes, she was scared of the dark but wouldn't do anything that would heighten his ego. She used the blanket to cover her head as she lay there in the dark, cursing Lucas in her mind. As she was still swearing, the lights came back. She heard the clicking of keys and so looked back to see a maid, a different one from the ones she met the previous day, coming into the room and holding a tray. The aroma from the tray awoke the worms in her stomach that had been sleeping peacefully. She swallowed the saliva that had built up in her mouth as she stood up from the bed, inwardly thanking the heavens that her moment of misery was over. But she shouldn't have rejoiced so soon because the next second, the devil’s head came popping into view, making her halt in her steps. Her stomach also chose that moment to embarrass
Lucas hurried out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him. But his mind wasn't at ease, with it conjuring the sad images of the woman he'd just left. “Why on earth would I drug a woman to sleep with me? Who even does that?” he mumbled to himself as he got into an elevator, which took him straight to his room. On reaching his room, he hurriedly took off his clothes and headed for the bathroom for a quick bath, pushing thoughts about her aside. He was certain that that was her new tactic to escape from him, she wanted to gaslight and emotionally blackmail him into thinking he did her wrong so that he would let her go. She must be foolish to think that such tricks work on him. Once he was done, he let his hair air dry and got changed into new sets of clothes. He laid on his bed to sleep, after switching the lights off but thoughts about Phoebe came flooding back. ‘But she wasn't acting herself that night and you know it,’ his inner mind mocked. Groaning loudly, he sat
Phoebe woke up with a scorching headache. The rays of sunlight penetrated the room through the floor-to-ceiling window. Even after sleeping for so long, her body felt weak from sleeping the previous night without food. The butler had brought up food for her but in her angry state, she'd refused to accept it and had sent him back to his boss with a message that she'd never come down to the level he wanted her at, no matter what he subjects her to. The butler had looked at her pitifully, hesitating for a while before wishing her a good night. She remembered how hard it had been for her to sleep that night, how her stomach wouldn't stop rumbling. She'd spent the rest of the night beating herself up mentally as to why she'd allowed pride take the better part of her. Lucas obviously wouldn’t care if she starved herself or not, so far as he could still access her whenever he wanted. And once he couldn't anymore, finding another victim wouldn’t be a problem. He doesn't even have to look for
A surge of emotions filled Phoebe as she stared at the man, his strong finger on her lips and his eyes stripping her of her clothes. She could see the fright that lingered in the depth of those eyes, as he waited for her reply. She knew exactly the way he felt as her heart was also engaging in crazy stunts. “Before you say anything, I would love for you to hear what I have to say,” Lucad finally said after some time, his voice having a croaky edge to it and his eyes, teary. He looked away from her and Phoebe was sure it was to prevent her from seeing his tears. “It was never expected,” his hands left her lips and cupped her face as he spoke. He stared into her eyes, hoping that she would see how desperate he was for her, he wished she would see how much he loved her and wanted her for himself. “I love you, Phoebe. I know you are tired of hearing me say this by now but I wouldn't stop saying it. Even if you were to reject me, it wouldn't change anything. It would hurt me real bad
After she'd taken her bath and was done with her morning routine, Phoebe laid down on her bed with a new novel she wanted to read. She read the synopsis and as the book promised an adventurous journey, she delved right in, inhaling the delicious scent of the new book. Her day revolved around reading books, eating, and sleeping for the past week. After she'd confided in Marcy and heard what she had to say regarding Lucad and herself, she had decided to talk to Mrs. Gladys and Annie, telling them about the turmoil she was facing and also seeking their advice. While Mrs. Gladys had been happy for her, telling her to follow her heart and chase what makes her happy, Annie had been very unpleased with the situation, as she insisted that Lucas had finally trapped her in his webs of deception. Annie thought Lucas needed her and also her child in his plot to exact his revenge. For someone who had kidnapped her for the sole purpose of that and had held on to hate for the past eight years, it
Phoebe picked up a flower in the garden and inhaled it, letting the sweet scent take her mind away from the crazy stunts that her mind engaged itself in. She couldn't love Lucas, not with all that was at stake’ her mind kept warning her, but it did nothing to help as it felt like there was a stronger force somewhere that hauled her towards him. She knew the best thing to do was to leave his house and stay with Mrs.Gladys as loving him would only spell doom for her. Yet it was so hard for her to take that step or even think about it. What about his crazy ex who threatened to make your life miserable if she came an inch close to him? What if all he said turns out to be a lie? What if he was seeking revenge? What would you do if he abuses your child the way he did you,” The voice in her head kept saying, making her wrap both hands over her ears to prevent her from hearing the voice. As much as everything in her told her that she should avoid him as it spelled more danger than go
A surge of emotions filled Phoebe as she stared at the man, his strong finger on her lips and his eyes stripping her of her clothes. She could see the fright that lingered in the depth of those eyes, as he waited for her reply. She knew exactly the way he felt as her heart was also engaging in crazy stunts. “Before you say anything, I would love for you to hear what I have to say,” Lucad finally said after some time, his voice having a croaky edge to it and his eyes, teary. He looked away from her and Phoebe was sure it was to prevent her from seeing his tears. “It was never expected,” his hands left her lips and cupped her face as he spoke. He stared into her eyes, hoping that she would see how desperate he was for her, he wished she would see how much he loved her and wanted her for himself. “I love you, Phoebe. I know you are tired of hearing me say this by now but I wouldn't stop saying it. Even if you were to reject me, it wouldn't change anything. It would hurt me real bad
Phoebe sat on the swing at the garden with a book in her hand which she glanced at from time to time as she tried to concentrate but her mind seemed to be on a different mission. After trying a little more, she finally gave up and began to walk around the garden allowing her thoughts to lead her. She'd just concluded her check up with the doctor who told her that both her and her child were safe and away from danger. After her little discussion with Marcy few days ago, Phoebe got into an internal conflict as she fought with herself against the way she’d started to feel of recent. Even though she had no answer to give Marcy after she'd asked her that question, but in the dept of her heart, she knew the truth but was still in denial. But all her walls came crashing down after her appointment with her doctor. “No, he can't love me? I cannot love him,” she mumbled to herself as she walked around in circles, inhaling the beautiful scents of the flowers. She glanced back to the white
Phoebe’s exterior softened on hearing him become vulnerable in front of her. She'd still not gotten used to him being that way. A tear slid down from her face as she watched as he forcefully swallowed down saliva. Guilt f hit her as she realized that she hadn't fully forgiven him and was still judging him based on mistakes of his past. Now, as she thought about it, it made more sense as to how he'd jumped in and saved her. Because to Ella, she was his fiancee, and saying that she was pregnant with another man’s child was like her saying she cheated on her brother with another man. As Phoebe thought about all of that, her arms subconsciously circled around the neck of the handsome man who was bent in front of her, pulling him in for a hug. She held him tightly to herself, wanting to take away the pain or atleast half the pain of what he felt. Lucas’s body stiffened as he'd been taken by surprise. He tried raising his head to catch a glimpse of her face but he couldn't as the hug w
Phoebe was surprised as she turned back to see Lucas strolling towards her, his strides purposeful and his eyes darkened with something she couldn't pinpoint. She gulped down saliva as she felt the words she’d wanted to say grasp her throat. What was he up to? She wondered as he approached, his facial features not giving out any hints. But his eyes…they said a lot. As if the drama his sister had just played wasn't enough, there he was wanting to add to it. Her initial fury at him dispersed into thin air and in its place, a feeling she couldn't explain. Her heart jumped with anticipation and fright but in a good way. Instinctively, she began to move backward, the frown dispersing from her face and worry clouding her features. Was he wanting to play along with his sister's game? She was certain that he was up to something. Lucas kept moving towards her, deriving pleasure in the way she reacted with every step he took towards her. What was going through her mind? He wondered as he k
After they had finished with their meal, they strolled around for sightseeing before they finally decided to head home as it was well into the day and the sun was now at its peak. They got home to learn that Lucas was working from home that day and had been in his home office since they left. As much as Phoebe needed answers to her questions, she knew she had to wait as he was busy. But as she walked up to her room with the intent of freshening up and reading a novel till he was done, Tracy pulled her with her as she headed towards Lucas’s office. She gave her questioning glance to know what she was up to, but having learned a few things from Tracy, she knew her to be up to mischief whenever she had that sinister smile on and her eyes glinted like they were now, she knew she was up to go good. “Let me go freshen up, i sweated so much today,” Phoebe said in an attempt to get off Tracy’s hook but it didnt work as she only tightened her grip on her hand. “Let’s just say hello to hi
Stevie broke into a laughter that didn't reach his eyes as he gave Phoebe one last stare before she outstretched her hand in a very funny way. “Well, it's a good thing to have come here as Stevie’s collection is just what what you need,” Stevie said as she switched to business mode, the unreadable expression on her face finally gone. With that, she clapped her hands and half dozen og her employees circled her. “Baby clothes, the best pieces,” she ordered as they glanced amongst themselves before they dispersed into different corners of the room, Stevia included. All the while they engaged in the conversation, Phoebe felt bodily present but absent-minded as she kept thinking of how deep a problem Lycas’s little lie would cause in the future. It was obvious they wouldn't be able to keep up with the lie as she would leave once she’d given birth to her child. What then would he tell his family? That she'd broken up with him and ran away with his child? That the child turned out to be