Ericka's point of view... "Sir...that wasn't me...I was...I was trapped...I was drugged....I didn't mean to offend you. I don't even know how I ended up here...Please believe me..." Though I controlled myself not to cry, my voice still trembled and betrayed me and I literally can't help it. My eyes were shut and I braced myself to whatever method he would use to lash out. However, nothing came out. I waited for his response or at least a grunt from him but honestly, he didn't respond at all. For a moment, I thought I was alone in that room. Slowly, I opened my eyes to peek at him and was stunned. He sat up, yawning and my eyes met with his well defined muscular chest. I gaped at him for a minute. Strangely I felt my throat drying up. I have seen many men before, not in orher way around but in telivision etc. But this was the first time that I saw a man so handsome, standing right in front of me. I gulped down awkwardly and slowly lifted my gaze up only to meet his narro
Ericka's point of view... “Do you want to get out of this situation?” Nathan’s voice softened unexpectedly, breaking through my sobs. I don't know where that came from, but I shouted at him. I never dared to talk louder before him let alone shout at him. "What...what can I do...what should I do...!" I screamed, choking on my sobs. I felt broken. I don't know if I still have a chance to get out. Though this might help me break off that engagement, I don't want to ruin Nathan's reputation too. He is innocent. Nathan didn’t flinch at my outburst. Instead, he grabbed the wheelchair beside the bed and moved to sit on it, his movements slow and composed. I was alert, just in case he needed my help. But he was calm and precise. He slowly grabbed the handles of the chair and slid down on it. He turned to me and drove in my direction. "You still have a chance," he said in a low tone. I looked up at him cautiously, hope flickering in my chest. Was he serious? His tone carr
Author's point of view... A month ago... Nathan Davis sat in his wheelchair, his sharp, calculating gaze fixed on nothing in particular, but his mind was in turmoil. Mike, his most loyal assistant, stood nearby, sorting through the endless stack of documents Nathan insisted on reviewing daily. The room was silent except for the shuffling sound of the papers that Mike held. Out of the blue, Nathan's deep voice broke the silence. “Mike, buy me a wife.” he was serious but Mike still couldn't believe he heard it right. Mike froze mid-motion, the papers slipping from his hands. He stared at his boss, hoping he’d misheard. “Excuse me, sir? Did you say something??” Nathan turned his icy gaze to Mike, his tone terrifyingly calm. “You heard me right. I want a wife so buy me one,” he said as a matter of fact. As if his demand was not anything weird. Mike wanted to cry but couldn't shed any tears. He screamed in his mind at his boss but didn't dare say anything. "Are yo
Author's point of view... “I want her,” he said simply, pointing to the screen. There wasn't any glint of humor in his tone. Nathan was serious and the man before him was dumbfounded. Mike gaped at Nathan for more than a minute. He was jerked out of his wits. His boss's way of declaring can send someone to hell. I want her...!! What kind of demand was that? He just said that as if he wanted a teddy bear from the store next door. What the heck...! “Want her?" he finally stammered still in disbelief. Nathan's eyes narrowed and his demeanor shifted almost immediately. Mike felt an unexplainable cold aura surrounding him. Nathan looked so terrifying that Mike opened his mouth to say something but gulped those words down his throat. After a few minutes, when he noticed that Nathan didn't say anything, he dared to speak out. "Sir...she is just a fresher...! I mean, she doesn’t even have any experience or family background, Sir,... She doesn't meet the job requirements.”
Author's point of view... Just as Nathan was preparing to summon Ericka, Mike said urgently. "Sir, she isn't here," Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Where did she go?" he asked in a infuriated tone that send chills down Mike's spine. "She went to the main office" Mike retorted hesitatingly. He thought it was a small task and Ericka could do it for him but Mike never expected that his boss would choose this particular day for his scheme out of all days...! "What’s she doing in that office?” Nathan was getting more and more frustrated. Mike, fidgeting nervously, responded, “Well, sir… you see… I sent her.” Nathan’s expression darkened. “You...what?" his tone was high and aggressive. Mike jolted a step back. "She is my secretary, Mike not an office assistant to run chores for you..." Nathan fumed in anger. Mike was speechless. His boss is scary sometimes but when it comes to the topic of his little secretary, he is a monster in a human form...! Mike composed himself befor
Author's point of view... Nathan sat in his office, holding one of the pictures of Ericka that his father wanted to send to Logan. She looked amazing even in a simple dress. "There is no way I am sending this to him" Nathan muttered to himself and Mike held back a scoff. He then glanced at Mike and gestured with a wave of his fingers, lazily. Mike nodded immediately, understanding what his boss meant. Though he felt that this was ridiculous, he can't possibly say anything before Nathan, right! They made their graphic designing team to photoshop the picture into an average-looking fat woman, complete with glasses, braces and a slightly uneven haircut. When the designer handed it over to Mike, he was dumbfounded. He must call the designer a genius. How could someone be changed so dramatically just by adding some things?? “Mike, you know what to do next, right? Take care of this,” Nathan said coldly. Mike blinked. “Uh, sir, ‘take care of this’ as in…?” He need to sen
Author's point of view... When Ericka reached the Dawis Mansion, she was welcome by Logan himself. Though she wanted to beat the heck out of him, Jonathan's entry at the right time stopped her. He brought her inside the mansion and weirdly, all the servants present in the hall disappeared in no time. The vast Dawis Mansion was eerily silent, the absence of servants and staff creating a sinister stillness. Ericka felt a pang of fear settling inside her gut. But before she could sense the danger, she already fell into his trap. Logan smirked as he approached Ericka, who lay slumped on the luxurious couch, her movements sluggish from the drug he’d slipped into her drink. Her half-lidded eyes struggled to focus, and she murmured incoherent words, unaware of the danger looming over her. "You are so beautiful, Ericka...I can't wait to make you mine..." his words sounded like a slow-motion drumbeat in her ears and she couldn't understand them. She squinted her eyes and tried ha
Author's point of view... Mike left the room, reluctantly and the door closed behind him. It wasn't that he didn't trust his boss, but it's true that he doesn't trust his boss's temper. And unfortunately, the way Ericka was behaving at that moment was like adding fuel to a huge inferno. "I just hope she will be fine" he sighed as he took the straits to get the papers registered. Meanwhile, in that cozy room, Nathan looked down at Ericka, who was now playing with the buttons on his shirt, giggling and rubbing her nose on his chest. After a moment of fumbling with those buttons, she opened the first button on his shirt, her fingers brushing against his hard but bare chest, sending shivers down his core. He grabbed her hand instantly and she jerked a little. An unsatisfied moan left her lips. She glanced at him with her lips curled downward like a kid whose plaything had just been snatched by the caretaker. "Ericka...! Do you know what you are doing?" his hoarse voice echoed i
Ericka's point of view... I stood trembling, staring at Nathan in utter disbelief as he casually asked me about the bite wound on his lips. I was drunk but not him, right?He isn't serious, is he?My mind raced as I noticed something unbelievable in his demeanor. Was he smiling??This was the same Nathan who yelled at employees, radiating cold arrogance and dominance. Flirting? It was the last thing I’d ever expected from him. I avoided his piercing gaze like my life depended on it, feeling his eyes searching mine as if they were trying to uncover some hidden truth. I wanted to just disappear from that place. How I wished that the earth would open up and swallow me whole...! A sudden cough broke the tense silence. Mike stood near the door, clearly amused and doing a terrible job at hiding it. I felt my cheeks burn. This was so embarrassing...! “I... have something to do,” he said with a poorly concealed chuckle before slipping out of the room. Clutching the first aid kit ti
Author's point of view... Jonathan was burning in anger. His mind blocked as he saw Nathan's smug look. He walked forward and dragged Ericka away in a swift move. Ericka didn't see it coming and stumbled on the floor. Her knee hit the ground and a sharp pain shot through her body. Before she could even grasp what had happened and compose herself, a loud thud jolted her up. Jonathan just kicked Nathan's wheelchair with his foot. The chair hit the wall so hard that the impact caused Nathan to fall on floor. His forehead hit the ground so hard that a tear instantly appeared on his forehead and blood started dripping down. Nathan's bodyguards and Mike yanked to help him up but Nathan gestured for them to stop. Jonathan didn't mind his son's injury at all. He gritted, his eyes filled with hatred. He raised his leg again to hit Nathan another time. Ericka was scared, stunned out of her wits. For a moment she didn't understand what exactly was going on. How could a father be s
Ericka's point of view... Jonathan looked at me and commanded me as if I was his slave, "Ericka, get up and come here, right now...!" I jerked back and immediately wanted to get up, not because Jonathan asked me to, but because I felt awkward sitting on Nathan's lap. However, Nathan wrapped his other arm against me as if hugging his life between his arms. I was so shocked. What the hell was going on and what is he trying to do...! This wasn't helping me, but he was getting into bigger trouble...! After all that old man was his father. "Mr. Dawis..." I tried to talk to him but just a glance from him made me flinch. Old Mr. Dawis was trembling in anger. I shifted my gaze between them. I don't have any idea about what I should do. "Do you regret it now?" Looking at my struggle, Nathan asked in a low but firm voice. I stared blankly at him. Regret...! What regret?? What was he talking about? Was he talking about the two choices he gave me earlier? But wait...! I
Ericka's point of view... "I won't marry you" I said on Logan's face, stepping back unconsciously. His face contorted as he stared at me with anger and frustration. "You don't get it, do you?" he spat, taking a step closer and I stepped back hesitatingly. I wasn't being a timid person but this bastard is just so intimidating. "I ...I... I mean it.." I stuttered, "I mean it, Young Master Logan. I won't marry you" I smacked back still stepping back to maintain some distance between us. He almost yanked at me and grabbed my wrist, holding it so tightly that I winced in pain. "I am not listening to your crap anymore, Ericka." he forced me towards himself and I almost bumped into his chest before tumbling back. "You are coming with me to get ready for the wedding. We are getting married no matter if you agree or not" He spat through gritted teeth. I tried to pull my hand away and in that process, I lost balance and stumbled backward. I was prepared for the most embarrassing s
Author's point of view... Mike left the room, reluctantly and the door closed behind him. It wasn't that he didn't trust his boss, but it's true that he doesn't trust his boss's temper. And unfortunately, the way Ericka was behaving at that moment was like adding fuel to a huge inferno. "I just hope she will be fine" he sighed as he took the straits to get the papers registered. Meanwhile, in that cozy room, Nathan looked down at Ericka, who was now playing with the buttons on his shirt, giggling and rubbing her nose on his chest. After a moment of fumbling with those buttons, she opened the first button on his shirt, her fingers brushing against his hard but bare chest, sending shivers down his core. He grabbed her hand instantly and she jerked a little. An unsatisfied moan left her lips. She glanced at him with her lips curled downward like a kid whose plaything had just been snatched by the caretaker. "Ericka...! Do you know what you are doing?" his hoarse voice echoed i
Author's point of view... When Ericka reached the Dawis Mansion, she was welcome by Logan himself. Though she wanted to beat the heck out of him, Jonathan's entry at the right time stopped her. He brought her inside the mansion and weirdly, all the servants present in the hall disappeared in no time. The vast Dawis Mansion was eerily silent, the absence of servants and staff creating a sinister stillness. Ericka felt a pang of fear settling inside her gut. But before she could sense the danger, she already fell into his trap. Logan smirked as he approached Ericka, who lay slumped on the luxurious couch, her movements sluggish from the drug he’d slipped into her drink. Her half-lidded eyes struggled to focus, and she murmured incoherent words, unaware of the danger looming over her. "You are so beautiful, Ericka...I can't wait to make you mine..." his words sounded like a slow-motion drumbeat in her ears and she couldn't understand them. She squinted her eyes and tried ha
Author's point of view... Nathan sat in his office, holding one of the pictures of Ericka that his father wanted to send to Logan. She looked amazing even in a simple dress. "There is no way I am sending this to him" Nathan muttered to himself and Mike held back a scoff. He then glanced at Mike and gestured with a wave of his fingers, lazily. Mike nodded immediately, understanding what his boss meant. Though he felt that this was ridiculous, he can't possibly say anything before Nathan, right! They made their graphic designing team to photoshop the picture into an average-looking fat woman, complete with glasses, braces and a slightly uneven haircut. When the designer handed it over to Mike, he was dumbfounded. He must call the designer a genius. How could someone be changed so dramatically just by adding some things?? “Mike, you know what to do next, right? Take care of this,” Nathan said coldly. Mike blinked. “Uh, sir, ‘take care of this’ as in…?” He need to sen
Author's point of view... Just as Nathan was preparing to summon Ericka, Mike said urgently. "Sir, she isn't here," Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Where did she go?" he asked in a infuriated tone that send chills down Mike's spine. "She went to the main office" Mike retorted hesitatingly. He thought it was a small task and Ericka could do it for him but Mike never expected that his boss would choose this particular day for his scheme out of all days...! "What’s she doing in that office?” Nathan was getting more and more frustrated. Mike, fidgeting nervously, responded, “Well, sir… you see… I sent her.” Nathan’s expression darkened. “You...what?" his tone was high and aggressive. Mike jolted a step back. "She is my secretary, Mike not an office assistant to run chores for you..." Nathan fumed in anger. Mike was speechless. His boss is scary sometimes but when it comes to the topic of his little secretary, he is a monster in a human form...! Mike composed himself befor
Author's point of view... “I want her,” he said simply, pointing to the screen. There wasn't any glint of humor in his tone. Nathan was serious and the man before him was dumbfounded. Mike gaped at Nathan for more than a minute. He was jerked out of his wits. His boss's way of declaring can send someone to hell. I want her...!! What kind of demand was that? He just said that as if he wanted a teddy bear from the store next door. What the heck...! “Want her?" he finally stammered still in disbelief. Nathan's eyes narrowed and his demeanor shifted almost immediately. Mike felt an unexplainable cold aura surrounding him. Nathan looked so terrifying that Mike opened his mouth to say something but gulped those words down his throat. After a few minutes, when he noticed that Nathan didn't say anything, he dared to speak out. "Sir...she is just a fresher...! I mean, she doesn’t even have any experience or family background, Sir,... She doesn't meet the job requirements.”