All Chapters of Chained to you: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The next day I arrived late at work. I'd forgotten to set my alarm before going to bed. I ignored Rosa, the receptionist as she called me and passed the lobby making my way to the elevator. Usually, I would be forced into a small chat with her before going up but today I was so late. We'd become 'work buddies' some days after the whole incident with Matilda occurred. It happened unexpectedly and I was sceptical of her intentionsTwo women were already in the elevator when I entered. They chuckled when I stood next to them. The one closest to me whispered into the ears of the one next to her. I knew they were talking about me because the woman leaning on the wall of the elevator briefly looked at me before laughing.I was already used to people laughing at me. It has been going on for two weeks. When we reached the last floor, I turned to the two women and said, "Next time you want to fucking gossip about someone make sure they're ten feet away from you, bitches.", before exiting the e

The following day, around forty minutes past ten, I was in the printing drinking coffee, which wasn't allowed while watching over the second batch of magazines. Everything had been good that morning. I came to work on time, had a small chat with Rosa, and walked to the printing room without bumping into Matilda. Everything was as good as it could be until one call turned my life into hell. I'd been sipping my coffee in silence when the telephone in the room suddenly rang, startling me. I didn't even know there was a telephone in the room. It looked ancient, and I wondered if people still used them. I picked it up, scared to know who was on the other end, and gently placed it to my ear. The caller was silent, so I said a 'hello'. My voice had come out husky, so I cleared my throat and said it again. “I heard you the first time.”, a deep voice abruptly said, making me drop the telephone to the floor out of panic. I picked it up and placed it on my ear again. “Are you still there? Hel

PAST~SEVEN YEARS BEFORE PRESENTMy back was forcefully pushed to the wall, so I winced in pain. The bald man holding my neck sneered at me, a smirk on his face. I was taller than him, but he was strong, so strong that I could barely breathe. My hands tried to pry his off me, but it was no use. We were at the alley at the back of the bar, Alexandro visited with his men on every Friday. Today I had come with him. He'd told me I would finally be part of his family if I killed one of his men who had betrayed him. I'd refused to do it, and it led to this."What? Did you think I wasn't going to know it was you, bitch?", he pressed tighter, and I thought my neck was going to snap into two, but he let go off me. I fell to the ground, coughing as my throat burned. It would surely leave a mark there. My vision was blinded with tears because I knew he was going to kill me. Alexandro wasn't one to forgive. He didn't care your age or your status, all that mattered to him was that once you wronged

The old Mr. France was sitting in the couch wearing a bathroom rope, with an edition of The Insider in his hands as I entered the room. I looked at him, amazed by his presence. I'd always looked up to him when I was growing up, so it felt good to see him in person. He'd come from a poor home but managed to fulfil his dreams and make a life for himself despite the hate and discouragement, he received from his parents. Because he did not choose to become a doctor like they wanted him to. Now he looked very old and frail, a deep contrast to the devilishly handsome man I'd made my role model. Mr France sat on one of the chairs in the room. I did so too, but not before greeting the older man. He brought the magazine down, smiled and nodded at me. I squealed internally and smiled back at him. His smile dropped from his face when his eyes landed on his son, who looked at him with a frown. I got the chance to carefully looked at the older man and realized. “You're late.”, he simply stated, a

Mournful, was the atmosphere that greeted me when I entered the building. People weren't gossiping about what they'd done on the weekend, everyone looked sad and downcast, including Rosa, who seemed to have been zoned out because she didn't notice me. It surprised me how personal everyone had taken Mr Nathaniel France's death. It could be because he'd been so kind to his workers, or that he'd founded the company that had put money into their pockets. My heels clicked loudly on the floor as I exited the elevator and made my way to my new office. It had been cleaned, and new furniture had been added to it. I didn't dwell on it for too long because my mind was occupied with thoughts about Mr France. Was he alright? It had come out on the news that no one had heard of him since his father's passing on Saturday, and now it was Monday. I left my office and stood in front of his door. I wasn’t sure he was in there, but I had to check. I knocked it twice but received no response. After two m