All Chapters of 80 Million Worth : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALEXANDER'S POVI put on a stern look as I walk into 'Hell'. My favourite room in my mansion. It's a place where I make people regret their actions and give them enough pain that they wish to be dead. It's my favourite place because here, people who mess with me realize what it actually is to be helpless. They realize what it means to be at my mercy. They realize the importance of so much power.It smells of dried blood from the injuries and killings of different people who decided to test what it's actually like to mess with me. Atimes it smells of sweat and now it smells of an unclean old man. He's my current prey and I have this cute feeling that Collins Fisher will be next. "I would be sad to know you didn't miss me." I tell the old man and nod at Simon to untie the cloth from his mouth. He bends his head and breath through his mouth in relief. He snaps his head up to me with wide eyes. "My son. You killed my son." "I did and you are going to do nothing about it." "What do y

ALEXANDER'S POV I scroll through social media as everyone take their respective seats. Right now, I seem to be the only one less bothered about interacting or making all possible means to win.I know I will. There are no two ways about it. I always get what I put my mind into. I planned while they slept, now I'm going to win while they plan.The auctioneer says one or two things before going straight to the business of the day. "We'll start at 10 million." He announced."16 million." A man far from me is the first to bid."18 million." A lady behind me says.I don't raise my head to see the biders. I keep going through my phone, yet paying close attention to how the auction is going."Come on. Don't hesitate. It's worth bu...""21 million." Another lady interrupts him by saying."Sir, aren't you going to bid?" Seth asks, curious at my silence."I believe you trust me better than to be questioning me.""But boss..." I raise my index finger to shut him up."Collins." I look up at him.

ALEXANDER'S POV I walk out of Jane's room with my hands in my pockets as I make my way to my office. I sit behind my desk before making a call to Seth.I stare at my desk thinking of the successful auction and Janet. I'm glad I have her. I acquired her by my own means, not because of Collins. So yes, I'm glad I'll have another coward to torture. Torturing that old man only, is turning into a boring activity. I need someone new like Collins, to add.Janet on the other hand...now, that I think of it, I don't know what to do with her. I have her at my possession but have no use for her...yet.She seems soft and gullible. She'll be an easy one to control of course, except she decides otherwise, but that's no worry, cause I got her covered. My office door opens and Seth walks in. "Boss.""How did it go?""We finished the job. No soul working for Carlo nor Carlo Gigante himself, was spared." I nod for him to go on. "The other guards collected our stolen weapons while we finished them off

I made use of the aloe shampoo in the bathroom to wash my hair after brushing my teeth with the spare toothbrush I had found in one of the drawers. The liquid bathing soap smelt of vanilla, was nice and refreshing. I haven't taken a proper satisfying bath since I was captured by Carlo. It felt good to feel this clean again.I had picked a knee length knicker with a plane polo shirt to wear. There were shorts, rompers and some below the knee dresses, but I didn't like the idea of walking round the house with men positioned at every corner of the house.I put on my shirt without bothering for a bra since I didn't have one and there was no spare in the wardrobe. Even if there was, I couldn't trust that it has never been used by whoever kept them here.The door creaks open as I take my shirt down from the top of my breast."Oh, I'll come later then." The feminine voice makes me turn in surprise to see a middle aged woman moving to shut the door."Hold on." She pauses to look at me. "You

JANE'S POVThe sun had set, it's brighteness sneaking through my curtains to make me aware of it's presence and that of day, but I laid still on my bed, hugging one of the pillows.It was my first time being touched that way by a man and I couldn't get it off my head. I'd found it difficult to sleep last night and now, I can't seem to move my body to get off from my bed. It was the thought of him. His hands on my neck and the feel of his hands making slow movements on my body. The smallest move which he made yesterday was enough for the thought of him to linger on my mind and I can't even imagine what I'll do if he had gone further. I probably would have missed my beauty sleep last night, thinking about the things he had done to me.I step down from my bed, my heart beating from the fact that he might burst into my room any moment from now or that I'll definitely meet him later on. Escaping him when he always comes looking for me is inevitable.I walk out of the bathroom to the wardr