"And to make things more interesting, would you like to see one more thing?" He asks pacing away from me as he goes to stand in the front of the room and casually places his hand on the top of the chair where he was sitting as the head of this meeting.
I run my hands through my hair, staring at him with nothing but betrayal on my face as I say nothing.He chuckles at the dumb fucking expression on my face as I stand there feeling worse about myself."Raise your head and see what our recording buddy might have witnessed in the last fifteen minutes." He says pointing towards the lone camera hoisted up in one corner of the room.Realisation dawns upon me.There are cameras in every conference room of this office and at the moment, I am looking at the one which has just recorded me getting off at the hand of the new boss.Fuck.I could lose my job for this and be defamed."You could lose your job, little Meera." He purrs from where he is standing, watching me like a hawk.I meet his eyes with my lower lip quivering, "what do you want, Alejandro?" I ask dejectedly, glaring at him with nothing but pure malice.Why couldn't I have pushed him away when he started kissing me? Why couldn't I have stopped him? Why did I let him continue on for as long as he did?A voice inside me screams at me— because you have always been fickle in his hands. Because you have absolutely no self respect or self preservation.The pang of disgust that I feel for myself hurts me more than I can bear at the moment.However, even then, I square my shoulders and try my best to remain standing as I meet his gaze."I want to make you suffer, Meera." He growls, "I still haven't forgotten your actions. I still haven't let go of how you betrayed me." He approaches me once again and I inadvertently take a step back but he matches my pace too easily with his six feet five inch of height as he stops right in front of me, towering over me and glaring into my eyes."I didn't betray you." I whimper helplessly as I stare at him. I know there is no point in explaining myself. He is going to finish what he started. He is going to kill me.Maybe not today, but soon enough.And this time, he is not going to give me a chance to run."Oh, I am going to enjoy breaking your spirit this time, Meera." He says with a smirk before his eyes darken, "but first, I want to know where my child is." He says in a dangerously calm tone.My heart lurches in pain at his demand as my gaze drops down to the ground between us and I just stand there feeling pangs of pain attacking my chest and soul.Oh, how I have tried to avoid feeling this pain."I asked you a question, Mrs. Harrington." He snaps again, deliberately using my married name to remind me that I am still attached to him."I can't tell you that." I whisper...hoping that he would just drop the topic and let me walk away. Hoping that he would not make me say the truth out loud.However, as always, my wishes are unanswered as he grabs me by my jaw and pushes me roughly against the conference table beside us and I suck in a harsh breath at the suddenness of it all."Tell me where my child is, Meera. I saw those fucking reports confirming your pregnancy. I heard you telling the truth in front of your bodyguard." He growls in my face, his grip tightening on my cheeks as tears fill up my eyes and I once again try to find the human behind his monstrous hatred."That same bodyguard who was probably fucking you." He growls and I scrunch my eyes at that, shaking my head as my bottom lip continues to quiver. "I killed him by the way." Tears spring free from my eyes at that.Sandro was like a brother to me. And somehow, Ace despised him and he allowed Serena to fill his mind with bullshit. That's where things started going wrong between me and my husband."Tell me where my kid is, Meera." He commands again.That is when I shake my head slightly and with my eyes still closed, I say one single statement—"That child was never born, Alejandro. He died in my womb."Meera - 2 Years AgoI can feel the blood running down the side of my jaw as I lay there on the side of the pavement, not knowing if I will even survive the next few hours.The cold air bites into my skin as I try my best to gather my remaining clothes around my body tight enough to at least keep myself warm, but even so, nothing seems to be working. My eyes feel heavy as I blink with a lot of effort and because of that, I know that there is not much time left before either the cold or the blood loss takes my life away. My ears are still blaring with the sounds of my tormentors' voices and all I can see are their sick smiles that came from watching me in pain."You are never going to be his, dear Meera. And this child that is festering in your womb is going to die along with you tonight!" Her voice is still very shrill and cold in my head and right now, as I lay in the corner of the street, shivering with blood matting my hair and more of it layering my skin, I place my shaking and
MeeraHushed whispers reached my ears as I walked down the lobby of my office building, trying my best to keep my tears at bay as I realised that everyone here found out about the immaculate demotion that I had just received. I bit the inside of my cheeks as I tried to gather my emotions, knowing well enough that when I come back here tomorrow, I wouldn't be a paralegal, but instead, Alejandro Harrington's personal secretary. And I know that I cannot run, I cannot let him fire me, because a lot many important things depend on me keeping this job. I cannot allow Alejandro to take away the mere semblance of happiness that I have conjured up for myself. The moment I step out of the building, my hair curtains my face from both sides as I step into the pouring rain, seeming as if even the skies are weeping at the turn my fate has taken. I don't have an umbrella to protect myself from the biting cold showers pouring down from above, but instead of the cold, I focus on rushing out of th
Meera"Wallowing in self pity at what your life has turned into?" Ace's voice breaks through the silence in his car as we enter the parking space underneath the building where he lives at the top floor penthouse. I look at the sleek and admirable collection of his cars in the private parking space that is reserved for just the owner of the building where the other tenants are not allowed to enter and I am reminded of how easy money always came to my husband. He was born in one of the richest mafia families of Europe and with all the blood money they have, they can make the heavens look cheap. "No, Mr. Harrington, I am simply waiting for whatever devious plans you have for me." I chide with an indifferent expression as I continue to stare outside the window until the car comes to a stop right in front of the elevator. Four fully armed guards are standing in front of the elevator as they approach our vehicle. Two of them stand in their place while two come to a stop at both sides of
AceThe clicking of Serena's heels agitates my senses as I sit in my office located within the underground club that I own in this city as she saunters inside the room and walking around to where I am sitting, she leans back until she is perched on top of my table, facing me with that sultry look on her face."You look particularly disheveled today, Mr. Harrington." She whispers, placing her hand on my chest and I have to clench my hands into fists because they are currently itching to reach for my gun holstered against my thigh. "Mind if I help you with something?" She asks suggestively as her hand starts to travel down my chest, following the length of my torso before finally stopping just above the waist band of my tailored dress pants. I immediately reach down and wrap my hand around her wrist, stopping her right at that moment as I take her hand in a vice grip. It doesn't seem to bother her one bit. If anything, she is more excited and enticed by the idea of me being forceful.
AceThe elevator dings open, catching my attention away from my phone as I straighten up, taking in a deep breath just as the doors part and my ears catch onto a frenzy of noises coming from inside my penthouse. CLANG!The sound of utensils falling to the floor catches my attention as my eyes widen and my feet are making their way to the expansive kitchen of my penthouse. I still in my tracks the moment my eyes take in what's in front of me and my veins flood with simmering rage.Jo, the brute that Serena has hired to keep an eye on me is standing near the kitchen counter with his hands around my Meera's neck, squeezing the life out of her body as she claws at his hands trying to get him to stop. "Stop it." The words come out in a ragged hiss as I glare at Jo, making it a mental promise to myself that I will give him the worst possible death once I have defeated the Van Dykes. Jo stops in his assault of my wife as I catch the sight of a tear glimmering down Meera's cheek that sen
MeeraSerena's taunting laughter echoes through the cold room where she has me trapped as she steps back after beating me endlessly once again. My entire body aches and bleeds in places I didn't think was possible while Serena's white pointed toe heels make her appear taller as she stands over me with her foot pressed against the back of my neck. "You are filth, Florence." She spits, her heel digging into the side of my neck as more tears escape my eyes. "You are good for nothing. Your entire family has been killed by the way, and soon enough, you will die too." My heart cracks in my chest as the faces of my loving family flash through my mind. The same family I hadn't seen in two years since getting married to Alejandro. The same family who had stood by my side as I had accepted the marriage proposal made by my father's biggest rivals, thinking that Alejandro would make a good husband. Tears streak down the bridge of my nose as I keep lying there on the cold ground, limp and hope
Meera’s POV The morning comes with a flurry of clanging utensils, screaming cooks, and scared and nimble waitstaff making their way in and out of the grand kitchen of Alejandro’s penthouse as the charity gala— for lord knows what— commences in full swing out on the expansive terrace and pool area attached to the living space of this outrageously luxurious home. “Girl! One of the waitresses twisted her ankle and spilled champagne on one of the guests! Go clean up after her!” Marta— the head chef of Alejandro’s kitchen pushes a wiping rag in my hands— the sheer quality of the cloth making me wince. Nodding my head, I take the cloth from her and the wiper that Jo, one of the cleaners hands me, and make my way outside. If Alejandro wants me to be his maid, his secretary, his cleaning lady, then that is what he will get. And for now, I just have to hold on until I can manage to escape again. Even though I know just how unlikely that is. I keep my head down as I enter the swarm of wel
2 Years Ago - Meera"Ace...please...I had nothing to do with your father's death..." I whimper, protectively placing my hand over my abdomen. His grip tightens around my throat as my eyes water when I look into his eyes reddened by the effect of the alcohol that he has consumed. All I can see is my death looming over my head as I try my best to be able to breathe through my nose even if he is trying his best to block my airways. "Well, all evidence seems to state otherwise, bitch! You were the one leaking all information about us back to your father. And here I was...thinking that we had something..." his words slur but his actions are completely focused on me. Completely focused on killing me. I can feel it...I am not going to make it...I shake my head, "someone is trying to...frame me..." my words start falling weaker than before and I can feel my head spinning as my senses start to leave my body. "No! You're the one who did everything! You made sure that I was distracted by y