All Chapters of PAWNED TO MR. MILLER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Becky, someone is looking for you outside, are you dealing with some kind of debt-collector or something?!" yelled Claire one of Becky's office mates."What do you mean?""Just go see them!" Claire waved her hand, telling her to leave.Becky rose from her seat in annoyance and then walked fast to the office lobby. "Tina, is there someone who's expecting me?" she asked the receptionist. Tina nodded her head, "Right behind you..." said her almost inaudibly.When she turned her head she could see five men in black suits standing in line behind her, they were all staring at her in silence. Nervously, she cleared her throat, "Excuse me, are you guys looking for me?""Rebecca Beckett?" one of the men spoke."Yes? That's me..." she answered hesitantly."Mr. Miller is expecting you at his mansion right now!""Mr. Miller? I don't know anyone named Mr. Miller except the one who sells fresh milk next to my apartment, you must be mistaken! I don't have any business with whoever your boss is! Now

Stupid Becky, she had never been to the elite mansions in LA before. They were all located very far apart and difficult to reach because they were a bit hidden. She walked the endless streets in her high heels, her cell phone was completely dead so she couldn't call an online taxi service. It was absolutely perfect!Her mind wondered about the reason why her father stole James's Miller painting.All this time, she thought her father was just an innocent and normal person. She never thought he would stumble into such a complicated matter. Fifteen years in prison? That sounds terrible! But being a slave to James Miller sounds even more terrifying!She puffed out her cheeks, tired that she couldn't find a busy street even though she had walked almost two miles.She walked limply to the side of the road and took off her painful high heels, it turned out that her feet were injured quite badly. Suddenly, tears dripped from her eyes one by one and were followed by loud cries. She felt very d

"Tim, Take care of her, you know what to do, bring her to the library after she finished her dinner," said James after he and Becky were back at the mansion."Yes, sir!" said Timothy, nodding politely at his boss then he looked at Becky from head to toe and got a little surprised when he saw the shoes she was wearing. Without looking at Becky at all, James Miller walked out of the living room into the hallway that led him to the elevator to the second floor where his room was."Come on, this way!" said Timothy while moving his chin, signaling Becky to follow him. Without saying anything she followed him with a gloomy and pale face. "Did you know what would happen to me?" asked her as she walked down the hall to the back door of the mansion."No," said Timothy curtly, he kept walking without looking at her who was walking next to him."You must know the reason why my father stole that expensive painting, please tell me!" she said as she stood in front of Timothy, blocking his path. He

Becky was stunned when her eyes met James Miller's. For a while, she thought he would withdraw her hand but what happened was..."No!!!"He let go of her hand and plunged her into the three-meter-deep pool. She tried to swim frantically, but she had a hard time because she couldn't swim. As she rose to the surface she could see James Miller staring at her with furrowed brows, maybe he thought she was joking?"Help me!" she shouted through the water that was starting to enter her mouth. She began to be unable to hold her breath, for a moment she thought her life would be ended up just like that, but suddenly someone jumped into the pool and pulled her out just as she lost her consciousness.She coughed, feeling water gush out of her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw James Miller looking down at her with a tense face."Hey, you're awake?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her face.She weakly blinked her eyes as an answer.He took a deep breath, "Tim!" he shouted as he rose t

With trembling hands, Becky opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients. She didn't know what to cook, but she didn't dare to ask, not after what James Miller had done to her. Honestly, the slap from the leather whip didn't hurt at all, it's just that the pressure he gave really made her mentally shaken. She had never seen such a thing before. She looked up nervously, she could see James Miller was sitting on a work chair facing directly into the vast backyard, his hands were busy typing on his laptop.She could have taken a kitchen knife and stabbed him in the back, but she knew she wasn't a murderer, not even when she was in the most unfortunate situation like that. She breathed out heavily, for the time being, she would only follow James Miller's game while waiting for what she could do for the next.Luckily she spent half her life taking care of Alex and Phoebe, it made her quite good at kitchen matters.She took a french baguette, melon, ham, and cheese then started to m