Ericka's point of view...
It was a risky plan, but I was desperate enough to take the chance. If Logan, the young master of the Davis family, was smitten by Elvira, perhaps I could escape the fate I so dreaded. "Ma'am...I was asked to bring only one guest..." the driver said, his tone a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Something was off...! The driver behaved so oddly. “We are sisters, do you have any objections?” I protested, trying to play it cool. “I thought I was the guest of honor today, but I think I need to ask Mr. Davis send me another car...." I picked up my phone scrolling down the screen, pretending to be calling someone. And as I expected, it did intimidate him. "Ma'am, that's okay. No need to disturb Sir. We are already running late..." the driver said, respectfully and opened the car door for us. Elvira smiled sweetly, her earlier resentment replaced by an eagerness to impress. "Thank you," she said, her voice sweet and gentle. What a gentle butterfly...! I controlled the urge to roll my eyes. With that, we climbed into the car, and as I settled in, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this plan would work. Maybe I could escape this marriage after all. I shot a glance at Elvira, who was now giddy with excitement, and I couldn’t help but smirk. “You look incredible!” I exclaimed once again when we finally settled in the car. Elvira blushed, preening down at herself for a moment, she seemed to forget the resentment she held towards me. “That color really suits you, little sis” I added, hoping to stoke her vanity even further. “Do you really think so?” she asked, turning to me, her eyes bright with excitement. “Absolutely. You should wear black more often, that suits you so well." I smiled, my voice light and encouraging. I need to build a friendly atmosphere here because I have to spend this evening with her, after all. "I bet he’d be taken with you,” I murmured under my breath but she heard me. I just wanted to see the reaction she would give to me. It was the bait I needed to reel her in. Elvira’s expression changed as the allure of my suggestion sunk in. “Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked bitterly, looking straight into my eyes, and I smiled assuringly. Of course, I am sure. I want this darling...! More than anything else. I wasn't this sure in my life. “Yes, I am. Why not? You’re beautiful, and you have that charm in you," I said, emphasizing the truth behind my words, though I meant them in a different context. She smirked proudly. She always believed that she was more beautiful than me and I am glad she does. "It's good to have someone for this. He won’t be able to resist,” I thought to myself. "You won't be having a chance with Logan if he sees me," she added, and I literally wanted to laugh out loud but controlled myself. I don't want that damned chance with him, darling. I wish I could just disappear somewhere. "I will be happy for you if that happens, dear," I said, being as friendly as I can ever be. "It's your choice then. Don't blame me...” she said proudly, her voice filled with narcissism. This girl knows how to get on someone's nerves. It's not like I want her to suffer. I just gave her a chance and it's completely her own choice. I just hope that Logan would choose her instead of me, as he isn't pleased with me. “You look too good, of course, better than me in every aspect. You deserve it.” I said sitting quietly after that. Her face lit up at my words, and for a moment, I saw the glimmer of ambition ignite in her eyes. She never saw him, I wondered what she would do after seeing that damned handsome face of his. She was already picturing herself with a wonderland prince, perhaps even imagining what it would be like to be a part of the prestigious Davis family. Good for her...! I just wish her the best of luck..! We drove through the twinkling city roads straight to the address that Dad had forwarded to me. I looked outside the window and my jaw dropped. "Heavens Garden..." "Isn't it a nightclub? Why did you bring us here?" I asked the driver and he didn't respond. According to what Dad said, Logan threw a party for youngsters and after the party, there will be a family gathering at the Davis Mansion. But he never told me anything about where the party was being held. Looking at the sparkling nightclub, I felt a bit awkward. I never stepped into a place like this before. Elvira, on the other side was jumping in excitement as we got down. "Wow..." "Is the party here? No doubt they are the richest family in the city" she exclaimed and I looked at her, she was so excited. "I was asked to escort you here, Ma'am," the driver finally said, bowing respectfully, indirectly asking for his leave. I nodded and he left us before the closed doors of the nightclub. "Let's get in..." Elvira rushed over but I stopped as my phone buzzed in my purse. "Wait here, Elvira, let me take this call," I said while taking out my phone to see. I thought it was Dad who called me to ask where I was, but the name flashed on the screen, almost jolted me. Mr. Nathan Davis...! My ex-boss. Why is he calling me, now? Without letting him wait any longer, I answered. "Hello Sir" Ignoring my greetings, he barked instantly. "Where are you?" his cold tone echoed in my ears. "I...I...am..." I stuttered, unable to say where exactly I was. I don't know if he is inside the nightclub, too, because with his personality, he would never enter a filthy place like this. Why did he call me by the way? "Sir..." I was about to ask him but he cut me off, "Do you remember, the Arizona project" He called me because of work, of course. A workaholic like him would only think about the projects and deals all the time. "Yes, Sir" I retorted immediately. "Do you have any files with you?" he asked. I paused recalling about the project. As I left the job at a very short notice, he couldn't hire a new secretary, and I couldn't hand over the work to someone else entirely. "I still have the files in a pen drive," I replied. "Good, bring it to me" he commanded and I was dumbfounded. Wait...! What...! Now?? I literally wanted to yell at him for the very first time that I am not his employee anymore, but I don't know why my words always get stuck in my throat when I am talking to him. "But sir...!" I tried to protest but he, of course, didn't let me complete. "Right now..." he yelled a command above his lungs and I didn't know what to do. Sighing internally, I replied. "Okay sir, I will be right there" Hanging up the phone, I turned to look at Elvira only to find her gone already. That girl was so desperate to show off. I called her but her phone was out of reach. I was so annoyed that I wanted to smash that girl's face. Didn't I say to wait here for me? Why did she go in, all by herself? Stupid girl...! Should I just leave her here? Damn it...! I have to inform her, at least. Slamming my foot on the floor, I walked inside, hesitatingly. There wasn't a single soul let alone any guards at the entrance. I stepped inside, supeciously. The way to the dance floor was dark and I couldn't hear anything from there. I walked in further, and soon, my whole self shivered when I saw the scene unfolding before me. "Damn...! It's indeed a trap...!!" **************Author's Point of View... Ericka stepped cautiously into the nightclub. It was dark and eerily quiet, which immediately unsettled her. "Elvira..!" she called out for her sister but there wasn't any response. "It's just a few minutes, where did she go?" As she took a few more steps ahead, she couldn't see anything. Some times she even bumped into empty chairs and tables. "This is weird...!" she thought, "Isn't this supposed to be a nightclub? Shouldn't it be loud and full of people? Why is it so silent??" She took a few more steps, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. The vast emptiness of the space made it feel less like a club and more like an abandoned set. A chill ran down her spine. "What’s going on here? Did that scumbag set this up to scare me? He wouldn’t be that childish... right?" she had tons of guesses but no one seemed to match the situation better. Ahead, she noticed another door. Her palms were clammy, and a shiver crept through her body.
Author's point of view... The man who held the flashlight focused entirely on Ericka's body, and the spectators sitting in the lounge all gasped in shock. "That's a beauty..." they exclaimed, their voices dripping with malice and lust. Ericka was indeed a beautiful woman and to add to her appearance, the buttering up that the makeup artists had done to her was remarkable, making her look even more enchanting. "I want her...!" one of the spectators stood up and was about to come closer when another one pulled him back. "I am willing to pay ten million for her" Ericka's mind stirred. She thought Logan had arranged something to ruin her reputation but never in her wildest dreams did she think that he would actually sell her. How dare he...! she screamed in her mind. How could he disrespect a woman like that!! "If I ever get out of this place alive, I will kill you Mr. Logan Dawis...!!" she vowed to herself, gritting her teeth in disgust and anger. Her heart pounded as
Author's point of view...! Alex’s expression shifted, momentarily surprised, but his smirk quickly returned. If he had known this earlier, that the girl Logan wanted to ruin would be so beautiful, he wouldn't have arranged all this mess. He would have volunteered to help Logan with this instead. His lips curled upward as he stared at her beauty without even a blink. "Yes...she is telling the truth," Elvira cried out, "Just take her and do whatever you want, but please let me go...I... I am of no use to you..." Elvira begged. Ericka squinted her eyes as she inhaled deeply. She needed it so badly to maintain her patience. This girl was her sister...! She never once thought to protect her but was ready to throw her under the bus. However, Ericka knew that this mess was her to clean. This had nothing to do with Elvira, and if anything happened to her, Ericka couldn't forgive herself. "Let her go..." Ericka said, her head hung in despair. Alex's lips curled into a smirk, and he
Ericka's point of view... I struggled a lot to free myself but it was all in vain. They injected something into my veins and my head started stirring like hell. I was dying with dizziness. I forced myself to stay conscious but couldn't move a finger. Everything was out of my control. Maybe they drugged me with something. Alex grinned and scooped me into his arms. "Boss, let me carry her" his subordinate offered but he clearly refused to let his men touch me. I couldn't feel anything by now. He had been staring at me and I can see those eyes of his, filled with desire. This is not good. He was like a bloodthirsty animal who just got his satisfying prey and couldn't wait to bite. I could see his grin spread ear to ear, as he strode towards the entrance. From his shoulder, I saw his men scooping Elvira up. She was drugged too. Those creeps were touching her as if everyone of them wanted to tear a part of her body. Bloody monsters...! I gritted at my helplessness, at
Ericka's point of view... I stood at the grand entrance of the Dawis Mansion, its huge gates looming over me like an omen. I was angry but a bit nervous too. This family wasn't a small family that I could stand against. But that man had gone too far. I comforted myself. I had to do this. My heart raced, but not from fear. It was anger—a seething rage that boiled within me, begging for release. I clenched my fists, recalling every detail of the nightmare Logan had orchestrated. He must pay for what he did. I would make sure of it. I pounded on the ornate wooden door, my knuckles stinging with each knock. Before I could gather my thoughts, the door creaked open, and a handsome face popped out. I clenched my jaws together. How dare he...! There in front of me stood the man I wanted to kill right then and there. Logan Dawis...! He stood there, an ever-charming smile plastered on his infuriatingly handsome face. His dark eyes glimmered with amusement as if he’d b
Ericka's point of view... "Oh my...look here, dear, it's already so late, you should get some rest before your wedding tomorrow. It's your big day, after all, and you must look your best, isn't it?" I was jerked out of my thoughts as I heard that one word again. Wedding...! He still wants me to marry his son?? I...I...I can't believe this. I swallowed the anger in me and wanted to talk it out with Mr. Jonathan. "Mr..." I could barely utter a word when Logan chimed in. "Dad you are right. Look how tired she is. I think she should come in and get some rest. We can talk about everything later..." he hugged my shoulder and I snuggled away. Mr. Jonathan laughed, "I can't be any more happy than this...Oh Ericka, I am so glad that you came into his life..." he said, amused, genuinely delighted. I was rendered speechless. Logan continued his loving and caring facade, smiling at his father and me. He is just pretending, and I can clearly see that. What is he up to? I am su
Ericka's Point of View... I had a dream. A strange, hazy dream where I was in a fairy-tale setting, surrounded by flowers and soft sunlight. I looked ahead expectantly, shouldn't every fairy tale have a prince? And just as I anticipated, a prince charming appeared. He walked towards me, his figure blurry but his aura captivating. I smiled nervously. It was the first time that my heart fluttered inside my chest. That was a very unique feeling that I can't describe even if I write an entire book on it. The closer he got, the more I tried to focus on his face, but I couldn’t judge his appearance. Then, just as I was struggling hard to see him, he reached me, his arms encircled my waist, pulling me close. His lips touched mine, and it felt so electrifying, so real, that I froze momentarily. His lips were so soft and sweet that I wanted to bite them. It was a dream, right? I intentionally bit his lips and guess what, he didn't shout or yell at me just like a real prince ch
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
Author's point of view... "Nathan...I...you..." Ericka stammered, staring devastatingly at his deep brown eyes. Her heart skipped a beat as the thought occurred to her about what he was going to do next. He isn't really wanting to bathe her, is he? She was so terrified at the thought that her entire body stiffened. If she was scared earlier by that huge black wolf, she was now even more scared of the handsome wolf in front of her. She looked like a trembling lamb before that wolf who was staring at her. He grabbed her wrist with almost no particular expression on his face. There wasn't a single bit of softness in his gaze, only disgust. Ericka couldn't understand what she did now to piss him off. "Do you really think that I would let you walk around my personal space like that?" he spat in his cold tone and Ericka finally understood what was going on. She looked down at herself, wherever she was moving, a line of mud appeared, cascading down her dress. She stared up a
Author's point of view... "Just put me down..." Ericka groaned, moving her body to jump down from Nathan's embrace. But his embrace only tightened. She tripped earlier and fell on a mud pit and was now covered in dark and stinky mud. Nathan was a clean freak and it was already hard for him to carry her and her protest only increased his annoyance. "What?" he spat annoyed. "I don't want you to touch me..." Ericka was fighting back the tears which were threatening her to run down. She was livid. If not for him, why would she have been here to begin with? If it were not for him, why would she have been in such a dangerous situation? It's all because of him...! She gritted. Nathan heaved a sigh. Maybe his wife was so scared that her mind was not working properly. "Ericka, calm down, you are safe now," Nathan said suppressing his anger, trying to calm her down, "Safe...?" she furrowed her eyebrows. As she recalled those deadly red eyes and that salivating mouth of that wo
Author's point of view... Jack jumped in fright as he saw his boss's piercing eyes. “Sir...I...Your orders are usually to not let anyone disturb you when you visit the ancestral hall, so I…” Creases appeared on Nathan’s forehead. Jack’s words made him realize that he had lost his composure. Without another word, he turned away and drove his wheelchair quickly toward the main building. Jack didn’t understand what was going on. "He doesn’t like his wife, right? So why is he so nervous?" he wondered as he rushed to help his boss. Inside the main building, Nathan’s father and the others were just about to leave when he saw them. He quickly scanned his surroundings but couldn’t see Ericka with them. “Where’s Ericka?” he asked seriously. Jonathan rolled his eyes in ridicule, his anger flaring at his son. “You don’t even know where your wife is, and you have the nerve to ask us?” Jonathan Dawis retorted coldly. Logan hesitated before walking, his gaze flickering t
Author's point of view... "Look, I don't know what you will do but I want everything to go well this time." Logan said in his commanding tone, while giving Elvira a shopping bag. "What is this?" Elvira asked curiously. She was wearing an orange off shoulder gown pairing it with a red shimmering jacket. The colors were bright, brilliantly matching her personality. She looked good but Logan was clearly displeased. "That's the dress you will be wearing when we will go meet grandma." Elvira wasn't willing to change her beautiful dress. Why would she when she clearly spent a fortune for getting it! "But why..." she protested, but she couldn't complete her question when Logan instantly grabbed her neck. "You don't have a choice...! Just do what I say." Elvira instantly nodded, "I...will.." He took a deep breath, controlling his unreasonable anger. He had been in a sore mood because of the incidents happened today. When he was calm, he explained the reason behind it. "It's
Author's point of view... Meanwhile, in the hall, Logan consulted the doctor who just operated on his mother. Not only him but no one in the entire family dared to go against Nathan. Selina was left alone in the hospital on her own. However, how could a son stay still, not doing anything. At least, he can inquire about his mother. The doctor informed him that the patient was just brought on time and the operation went well. There wasn't any particular harm done to the patient. Though everything was settled, Logan couldn't help but feel frustrated and infuriated. His mother was in the hospital yet he couldn't even go there to see her. "Nathan....you bastard...!" he hissed under his breath. He was never a man to submit that easily but Nathan had gotten them where he needs. Both Logan and his father had to listen to him if they wanted their company to survive. Logan had hated Nathan since they were young. Nathan had been a prodigy, crushing him with his intelligence and talent
Author's point of view... "Who are you?" he asked and Ericka didn't know what to answer. He wasn't joking. He was damn serious and Ericka clearly knew that he might be having an answer in his mind. "I...I am..." Ericka bit her lip, and after a moment, she lowered her head and said in a low tone, "Your wife." She felt embarrassed. The words felt heavier and awkward to speak before him. She hesitated to look into his eyes. Nathan sneered disdainfully. He thought she was feeling uneasy about being married to him. "Is it that shameful to be my wife?" Nathan asked, raising his gaze. Ericka looked up, bewildered. Where did he get that idea from? Nathan casually pulled out his gun and played with it in his hands. He had a white piece of cloth wrapped around it. Ericka stiffened. Was her answer wrong? Why would he always take her words in a different way? "No!" she smacked, "Of course not" she quickly replied, afraid that he might take offense and point the gun at her
Author's point of view... "He's Nathan," Logan spat fiercely, his fist curling into a ball. "He's a crazy bastard!" Elvira was taken aback. It was clear to Elvira that everyone in the Dawis family shared the same thoughts about the man in the wheelchair. Their fear was evident in their faces even after the man had left. Then suddenly a thought occurred to her and she recalled where she had heard that name before. Nathan...Nathan Dawis, the ex-CEO of the Dawis group...! She had recently read a post about him in the most famous business magazine, which has clearly mentioned the great achievements he had achieved at such a young age. "So Ericka was married to this man?" She asked still in shock. She gritted her teeth in frustration. "He… He was actually Nathan Dawis?" she thought, covering her mouth in shock. No wonder he was in a wheelchair. "Mom said Ericka married a useless cripple but that man was anything but useless. "I knew he was crippled, but his presence
Author's point of view... "You call him your son? He is just an insult to the family" Selina continued ranting, "He hadn’t attended the family meal, and now, his shameless wife was seducing my son..! Are you going to just sit and watch..." Selina questioned her husband. Jonathan, however, rolled his eyes in irritation. He kept his head low and massaged his forehead with his hand. He might be having a headache due to this. Jonathan knew clearly that his wife was exaggerating things, and he knew what kind of a woman Ericka was, but he chose to let that woman humiliate Ericka and his deceased wife. That old man is just a toy...! Ericka thought. “If he doesn’t respect you, why should you respect him?” Selina sneered. “In my opinion, you did that all right back then for the first time. You should just remove him and his wife from the family name and that slut of a woman, Catherine, from the family cemetery! She doesn't belong there... ” Ericka’s eyes widened. She suddenly
Author's point of view... "Honey, did you miss me?" Ericka's heart fluttered as the words echoed in her ears. Even though she couldn't clearly see his face in the darkness, she immediately recognized his cold and intense gaze. Those eyes stared intensely at her. "Nathan?" she whispered in shock. "You're here!" She tried to get up only to get pulled back even closer. He tilted his head slightly to look into her surprised eyes. "Did you miss me?" he repeated the same question, his voice dripping with amusement. Though this behaviour was unexpected, Ericka felt relieved as she saw him. But soon, as she thought about everything that she just spat, her face turned red. Did he hear everything? How long has he been here? She was just bluffing around to piss Logan off, he won't take it seriously, will he? She opened her mouth to speak, but with Logan standing right beside her, she was at a loss for words. Nathan's sharp eyes flicked to Logan. His expression remained c