All Chapters of Arranged to Daddy: A Businessman: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 I had been dreading today.  All night, I spent it in my bedroom, locked inside it and praying to God that the sun wouldn’t rise. I wanted to just run away, I really did but I was scared to. I could just sense that Daddy would definitely not be happy about my decision and he would do something that would definitely make me regret running away. So, I stayed put. I tried to distract myself by calling my friends but they were all too busy enjoying their cars and money to even talk to me for more than fifteen minutes which was fine, I guess.  I sat up all night just wondering how the next day's events would commence and I was expecting the worst but surprisingly, I felt like I was the first lady of the country the way I had been treated so far.  When the sun had risen, my bags were packed and I was waiting patiently for the man to come and pick me up and let me be on my way to Switzerland.&n

 "Good morning, sir," Martina greeted me as I opened my bedroom door and I looked at her as I buttoned up my shirt to the very top. She almost bowed at me, and I'm pretty certain she would have if I wasn't walking as though she wasn't besides me, "I hope you slept well-"  "Most certainly," I responded, "I slept like a baby," I replied as one of the housemaids rushed in my direction with my briefcase in their hands and swiftly handed it to me as I walked right past them, "but I didn't call you to talk to me about my sleeping. I called you to talk to you about Celeste, my fiancé."  "Understandable," she replied with a strict cold tone.  Martina was a dangerous woman, one you wouldn't suspect to be who she really is. She's been trained in the arts of assassination for well over 30 years and knows how to kill a man with a paper clip and rubber band in more than 14 ways. She's not one to be

 I stood at the stairs leading to the circular driveway where my cars are always parked whether it be the limo, Bentley or Rolls Royce. I wasn't a man who had a lot cars because I'm not a spender. I worked too hard for the money that I have and I work even harder to not lose it. That doesn't mean that I don't enjoy my wealth, because I do. I have three custom made luxury cars and since I'm a bachelor with no kids, I am perfectly fine with those cars. Back to the issue at hand, every morning when I step out I expect to see one of those three cars but today none of those were parked in front in the driveway because the driveway had ten matte black sports cars blocking the entire area. I was doubtful for a second as I tried to remember if I bought these cars perhaps last night because all day yesterday I had been working from home. Or maybe my siblings came to visit me except, none of them are in the country and they all prefer to travel by helicopter

 I know I crossed the line. The way him and everyone else chocked or spat out their food was an indication of their surprise and shock at my statement.  Almost immediately he glared at me but he quickly composed himself, kept silent for a brief moment as he looked at his family members before he excused himself and me and said we needed to leave. I couldn't be happier, I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and I didn't care about what I'd said. He deserved that, especially for not once defending me and stepping in to tell his siblings to keep quiet. The only person who seemed to be on my side was Danuser who told his sisters to stop with their questions and silly statements.  I know that Aebischer and I aren’t the least bit friends with each other but he honestly could’ve stepped in and helped me out a bit. So I said what I said and I don’t care how he takes it or how his family took i

 I was frightened to my very core and traumatised beyond words and description. By the time I'd woken up in the private hospital, hooked to tubes and wires, drips in my arm and surrounded by thick warn clothes and blankets- my throat was raw and bleeding, my fingers were frozen in a sickening position because of me trying to claw my way out. My toes were frozen and far apart and I could barely move any of my body parts. I think the doctors operated on my throat but I'm not sure because they advised me to not speak for two weeks because I practically destroyed my vocal cords with my screams. When I was finally discharged from hospital, crippled in a chair because I still couldn't walk for some reason, I had lost everything. Aebischer had taken everything from me; the houses, the cars, the jets and most of the stuff I had purchased during my shopping sprees.  Martina told me that I wouldn't be allowed to leave th