“But… But I didn't do anything wrong.” I say with my heart in my throat. “Don't give me that, princess. You know exactly what you did. Do you want me to list them out for you.” Roman says with a deceptively calm look on his face. I shake my head and gulp loudly. Subconsciously, I knew there would be repercussions for what I did, I just refused to accept it. There was no use stalling now. I move the duvet away from my body and step down gingerly from the bed. When the cold air hits my bare thighs, I regret taking off my hose, skirt, and shirt, exchanging them for a mid thigh simple nightwear. I stop about two feet away from him, with my eyes trained hardly on the ground. I hear Roman sigh heavily, the only sign of his exasperation. “Come closer, princess.” I take one more step towards him, not being physically capable of taking the last step. I let out a startled cry when Roman pulls me closer with a hand on my waist. I'm breathing heavily by the time he lets me stand on my own
“Why would he want to hurt me?” I ask as I scurry closer to Roman. Roman pulls me into him, placing my head on his chest. “I don't know, princess. Don't worry your pretty little head over all this, I promise to keep you safe, but you have to let me.” I heave a huge sigh of relief at his promise. I can at least accept that Roman makes me feel safe. But— could it be that his father is also the one behind the notes? ———————————ROMAN'S POV “Oh my gosh, we are late!” Aella says scrambling off the bed. I look at the little bedside clock and sigh heavily. “We are not late, princess. You are not going to work today.” I say, drinking in the marvellous sight that is her beautiful face. She looks like she is about to argue but a look flashes across her face and she chooses to remain silent. I'm pretty sure her near death experience of yesterday has a huge hand in her compliance. At that thought, I feel my hands clench tightly into a fist. I really do hope my father is not responsible f
Roman crashes his lips against mine, kissing me so ferociously, that I think I might faint from lack of air.“Ro—man?” I croak out when he finally lets me come up for air. “I told you to stay away from the east wing of the house, princess.” Roman says in an accusatory tone while laying his head on my shoulders. I inhale sharply, finally remembering the three rules he had listed to me the day he brought me here. “But— why?” I ask cautiously, not totally sure if asking about his reasons is acceptable. “Who owned these things?” I ask again, referring to the furniture that was covered with cloths. Roman sighs heavily and raises his eyes to mine. He looks like he's having a war within himself on whether to tell me or not, but when he finally looks at me with eyes shining with emotions, I know his desire to tell me the truth has outweighed his need not to. “It belonged to my mother.” Roman says, taking his hands off me and taking a step backwards and away from me. I don't know what pr
“You— you destroyed my work!” I say angrily. My voice only coming back to me after Roman steps into his office and closes the door. “Are you sure you know what you are saying, Aella?” Lily asks in a concerned tone. “How else did you know to make your own proposals? And don't give me that bullshit story you fed, Roman.” I say through gritted teeth. “Look, Aella, I do not want us to be enemies. How about we hang out later in the week? We could get to know each other and who knows, we might become best of friends.” Lily says with a tentative smile on her face. I stare at her for some time trying to see what her endgame was but I find nothing but sincerity in her expression. I almost feel bad for blaming her with no concrete evidence but then I remember that she is the only one aside from me who had access to this floor, so it had to be her who destroyed my files. “I'm not interested in being friends with you. Stop ruining my work and I might consider being civil with you.” I say in
“Why would you want to go with me?” I ask with a heavy frown on my face. “What part of I never want you out of my sight do you not understand?” Roman asks in an exasperated tone like he was shocked I didn't get his point even after stating it over and over again. I avert my eyes from his, refusing to admit that I actually feel warm all over at his insistence on keeping me within sight. I sigh heavily as I put a hand on my forehead. I was really out of touch with the feminist in me. “What if I said I didn't want to go? That I wanted to stay back on my own?” I ask just for the thrill of it, not because I believe the statements to be true. “I would drag you kicking and screaming into the plane.” Roman answers simply. I turn away from him to hide my smile. He hasn't changed after all and I can't just help but feel giddy at the thought. My phone rings from the desk and when I pick it up, I find it's Kate calling. I sigh heavily as I answer the call. Since Roman demanded I start liv
“I don't care what you did to Roman in the past but right now I'm telling you, I will never let you control or ruin my life in the same way.” I say in a level-headed tone. “You don't know what you're talking about. And I suggest you make findings before jumping to unnecessary conclusions.” Roman's mother says standing up from her position on the chair, glaring at me. “I may not know the whole story, but I know enough to confidently say that you are an evil person who doesn't deserve Roman as a son.” I say angrily. “Why are you defending him? I thought you would appreciate my efforts. Didn't he take you against your will?” Roman's mother says with a scoff and a look of disdain on her face. I have no response for that because even I didn't know the answer to that question. How did she even know that Roman took me against my will? “I suggest you leave now, while I'm being nice and respectful. Roman's driver and security guard are outside, I presume they wouldn't be so excited to see
“Why didn't you tell me, princess?” Roman asks in a demanding tone. “Cause I didn't want you to worry. Your father has already tried hurting me, I didn't want you to feel guilty anymore.” I say, averting my eyes from his. Roman drags me aggressively into his arms and proceeds to hug the living hell out of me. “I'm never letting you go, princess.” Roman says in a muffled voice as he kisses me all over my face. ————————————I click the confirm button on the screen, successfully booking the plane tickets for three seats. I have decided to make use of this trip as a vacation. I already plan on getting loads and loads of stuff for Ashley. We haven't really spoken recently, but I don't mind, I understand that she's really busy with work. We were supposed to take the company's jet for the trip, but unfortunately, it was undergoing maintenance, and the trip was kinda impromptu. I pack my bag and make my way down to the large in-building cafeteria, preparing to spend the whole of my lun
I pick at my food, refusing to say a word to Roman nor have a taste of the food in front of me.“Do you want me to force-feed you, Princess?” Roman asks with a frown. I glare at him in anger as I stab my fork into the meatball, imagining it was his eyes. I must say, the thought of killing him with the fork has crossed my mind an unhealthy number of times. Roman pushes his chair back and stalks towards me as I force the meatball into my mouth. I'm not taking any chances with him because he just might do as he has said. I gulp the orange juice in front of me, hoping to divert his attention from my far from empty plate. “We are leaving tomorrow, Princess. Don't forget to pack your bags.” Roman says quietly, ignoring my attitude. I roll my eyes when he's not looking and plan to do the exact opposite of his orders. I relax a little when he leaves for his office. He places a kiss on my forehead on his way out. “Make sure you empty your plate, princess.” I manage to take a few more bi
A hard choice has to be made. My past or my present. After my mother died, it was almost as if all the friends she had and her family as well vanished into thin air. It became clear to me when I grew up, that my father purposefully cut them out of our lives. I had sworn to myself that I would come back and look for them but life happened and I haven't had the chance to. But right now, the opportunity to reconnect with the only people who knew and loved my mother as much as I did has fallen into my lap but it comes at the expense of my future. If I stay back for even an hour longer, I will surely be caught which is why I refuse to turn back. With tears dripping down my cheeks, I forge forward as I run towards the motel. I barely see the road in front of me as the tears refuse to stop. I rush into my room and hurriedly change out of my dress and into some pants and a tee. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I head out of the room. I take a cab to the train station, and luckily for me t
A hard choice has to be made. My past or my present. After my mother died, it was almost as if all the friends she had and her family as well vanished into thin air. It became clear to me when I grew up, that my father purposefully cut them out of our lives. I had sworn to myself that I would come back and look for them but life happened and I haven't had the chance to. But right now, the opportunity to reconnect with the only people who knew and loved my mother as much as I did has fallen into my lap but it comes at the expense of my future. If I stay back for even an hour longer, I will surely be caught which is why I refuse to turn back. With tears dripping down my cheeks, I forge forward as I run towards the motel. I barely see the road in front of me as the tears refuse to stop. I rush into my room and hurriedly change out of my dress and into some pants and a tee. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I head out of the room. I take a cab to the train station, and luckily for me
“Is there any particular reason why I'm standing here?” I ask the security guard with a carefully practiced bored expression on my face. “I'm just waiting for confirmation, and then I will let you pass. I'm sorry. Instructions from the higher ups.” The man says once more before he continues his work. My heartbeat increases as I look around me. Most people were starting to look at me suspiciously and sooner than later, Roman is going to get me. “Fine. Where's the bathroom?” I ask the man after some time of thinking. “It's just down that way.” The man says with a polite smile on his face as he points me to a door at his far right. I don't say anything as I haul my bag with me towards the stalls. ‘Fuck!’ This is not supposed to be happening. I had to get on that train. And I have to do it fast. I weigh my options and come up with a hasty plan I hope is enough to get me boarded. I open my duffel bag and say a little prayer of thanks for having a bestfriend like Ashley. I take out t
I pull the car I had driven to a stop in front of Ashley's house. I barely have the time to turn off the car and step out of it when Ashley comes running out of the house with a bag in her hands. I had called her on the ride down here and had given her the watered down details of what went down explaining in very clear terms that I was leaving. “Drive! Drive! Drive!” Ashley exclaims as she slips hurriedly into the front seat of the car. I do as she says and zoom off, watching as the bodyguards who are supposed to be watching her attempt to pursue our car on foot but have no such luck. “What the hell, Ashley? What was that all about?” I ask once we've gone a considerable distance away from her house. “I had to lose the guards. It's not like you would have appreciated it if I had brought them along with us now, would you?” Ashley asks while settling down further into the seat, putting on her seat belt. “What do you mean ‘us’? You aren't coming with me.” I say to Ashley with a slig
“She's working hand in hand with someone in your house.” I say to Roman the moment he steps back into his office. His shirt sleeves are folded and his tie is a bit loose, his hair also looks like he had run his hand in it countless number of times in the last few hours. “You don't believe me.” I say in a quiet tone when I'm met with his silence. “It's not a matter of believing you or not, it's about who led you down this part, princess.” Roman responds in a quiet tone. “I don't know. There were a couple of people involved. Oh, wait. There's one. The man that tried to kill me in the massage parlour. The person who lured me outside and pushed me into the pool in the hotel in Seattle. The person that has been sabotaging all my work right in this office.” I say angrily until I'm panting heavily.“You told me you fell into the pool.” Roman says in a deadly cool tone. “Do you need me to continue?” I ask Roman, ignoring his questions. “Ever since I woke up from this godforsaken coma, my
“Where are you going, Roman?” I ask in a confused tone as I step into the office and find Roman packing up his stuff. “I have an urgent meeting to attend. I will have the driver take you home, princess.” Roman says in a response as his intense gaze roves over my face. “I have something to show you, Roman.” I say in an urgent tone as I take a step closer to him. He starts to say something in response when his phone goes off ringing. “Fuck!” He curses as he sees the caller Id. “Go home straight, princess. We will talk when we get back. Don't give me a reason not to let you off on your own again.” Roman says while giving me a pointed look. I nod my head and give him a tight smile as I pack up my things. Files and documents I want to work on when I get home. There was no exposing Lily now. I have to wait till he gets back home as promised. This was all even better. At least she won't be present to try and sway him or lie to him about everything. Just as I'm finishing up, a knock s
“Ashley?” I call out in urgency, the need to see her safe overriding my need for self-preservation as I step out of the car and hurry into the house. “Aella?” Ashley calls from inside the room where I hear voices. I rush into the room and find Ashley sitting on the bed where she looks pretty comfortable. “Thank God you are here. Please help me these people that I'm indestructible and there's no need for the fuss.” Ashley says with an exasperated sigh as I hurry to her bedside. I spot a cold-looking Ethan standing by the window, staring sharply at the doctors surrounding Ashley and totally ignoring the nurse who made it her life's mission to attract his attention. “Tell me you are okay, Ashley.” I say in a wobbly voice as I pull her into my arms. “Of course, I'm okay, Aella. I told you, they can't hurt me.” Ashley says in a strong tone, but she still tightens her arms around my midriff. I get on the bed with her as I try to quiet my sobs, and I don't say anything when I feel my
“Where did you take her to, Roman?” I ask in an extremely calm tone that I have a hard time recognising as mine. “Calm down, Aella, he had nothing to do with this.” Ethan says as he steps into the house, immediately reading the situation. “Where the fuck did you take her to?” Roman barks at Ethan, barely sparing me a glance. “That's not important right now. I need you to let go of Ashley, right this minute!” I say to him in a trembling voice, wondering why I'm afraid of him finding out I was out with Ethan when he could possibly be holding Ashley hostage. “Why would you think I'm the one responsible for all this?” Roman asks me in a confused tone as he takes a step towards me. “If you aren't involved, then what are you doing with those pictures? I saw you take them out when I came in.” I respond with tears rolling down my cheeks. “I saw them lying outside when I came into the house. To look for you, but apparently you weren't here.” Roman explains in a hard, sinister tone as he
“Tell your boy toy to let your father go, Aella! How could you be this wicked!?” Kate asks me in a tone laced with anger. “Mother, I'm not holding his hands now, am I?” I asked in an innocent tone as I give Ethan a subtle sign to let my father go. “We should have indeed sent you down to a nondescript orphanage deep in the woods all that time ago. All you've done since you grew up is insult us and punish us for all the good we've done for you!” Kate says with teeth bared as Ethan finally lets my father go. “Why didn't you?” I ask in an angry emotion-filled tone. At this point, anything would have been better than growing up under their care. “You ungrateful bitch!” Kate says as she takes a threatening step towards me, stopping short when I don't cower back in fear. I see the uncertainty in her eyes and I can't help but feel smug about it. Ethan finally lets go of my father and he drops to the ground, coughing violently while clutching his chest. “When you sleep at night, let Aell