"Why would she run from her love?" The customer behind me complained about the TV show. I was making her latte with my back facing her.My hands were working fast. I needed to get home quickly. I did not feel like working today. As I handed her the drink, I immediately took off my apron and headed toward the staff room. I took a deep breath and fixed everything. The last customer left as the shop closed and I was on my way back. The night was so dark, darker than usual. No stars followed me and even the moon hid behind dark clouds. The only sound that I heard was the sound of my footsteps in the alleyway. My feet were still sore and the blisters from my shoe had reddened which made it difficult for me to walk. Nevertheless, I walked and walked. My legs were begging me to stop. If I stopped now I would never be able to run again. Because there was someone behind me and I knew who it was. Ever since I ran away from that mansion, from that bizarre man who kidnapped me and tried to mak
I signed the papers of the agreement. I did it while holding my breath and clutching my heart in my hand. I had felt helpless after so long. The freedom I felt after coming from the US was snatched from me by this man.He forced me. Blackmailed me. Showed pictures of my family to make me sign the contract. I didn't even know what to do or who to ask for help but I protested and defended as much as I could. He made me sign it and left me in the shop, alone, afraid, and helpless. I never felt this vulnerable in my entire life.He gave me two days to be ready and I didn't even know for what. Maybe he will make me move into his hellhole. What will I say to Mia? How will I contact my mother? What will I do with him? I didn't even know what he wanted from me. I wanted to run away from this. I feel trapped after so long. All this time, I had been jailed since my childhood. And now, this man came and forced me into a contract. I ruffled my hair and groaned. It was night time and Mia will b
His patience lay thin as he tapped his shoes on the marble floor of the luxurious office cubicle in which his secretary was narrating his schedule for tomorrow. Elio's head rested on his chair as he looked up at the ceiling. His attention was not on his secretary nor did he bother to listen to him. He merely stared up at the ceiling portraying her figure, her face, kindness, and fierceness. Her entirety was making him feel detrimental. As if he wanted to harm that creature in his clutches right now. The innocence she had and the way she put her fighting skills to use was making him lose his mind and he could not grasp the reality of how someone like her could exist. Such an angel, so pure yet so dangerous. "Why would she wear a scarf?" Elio asked, his eyes fixated on the ceiling. His secretary looked at him. "Because she is a Muslim, sir. Grey gave you this information before. She is quiet on the religious side." He said. Elio looked somewhat irritated getting the same piece of i
Chapter TenThe metal door of the dungeon made no sound as he came through. His shoe sound tapped on the rusty floor on top of which a petite figure lay almost unconscious. Her figure was curled up into a ball. Tears previously streamed down her face leaving marks on her cheeks. Elio knelt. His grey eyes looked deeply at the girl in front of him. The same girl who made him lose his mind a few days ago was right in front of him. In his grip.He won't lose her anymore nor will he let her go. He will keep her with him. In his hellhole. His thoughts gave him ecstasy. He brushed the hair strands away from her face. He married her by paper. She was his wife now. Someone who was not supposed to be revealed to the world.He did not know why he felt the need to hide her. He wanted to cage her and remove anyone in his path who dared to look at her. He smiled.Scooping her in his arms, he took her out of the dungeon. He had to keep her here. For him, she must learn how to behave. He took her t
The kitchen room was the only living place in the mansion of evil. Everything was dead by the ruthlessness of the monster. One thing that could not be destroyed was the heart of the mansion. The kitchen. The housemaids talking to each other was the only thing that kept them alive and somewhat… Happy. They were not content with life but at least whatever happened was tolerable for them as they had the company of each other. Alice, the eldest among them, was cutting onions while hearing the conversation of the youngsters. "She is so kind." One of them said, "And she is beautiful too. Gosh, her fate." The other one said. Zoya, one of them snickered. "Do you guys have eyes or not? How is she pretty? She doesn't even look like she is supposed to be here." The others shook their heads. Zoya was jealous of Ayah. She kept complaining to Alice about why she was there. Though Alice paid her no heed. The conversation halted for a moment as the sound of cars was heard roaring in the distanc
"Elio! Duck!" Alex shouted. His hands were still holding onto the gun. Elio, still taken aback by the gunshot looked at his friend. He ducked as he said but then another one of his guards was shot dead. He had brought Ayah to the Lighthouse but right after reaching the nursing home, several gunshots were heard as Alex came to the rescue. His eyes went to the shooter. He looked back and he saw many of them hiding in different spots. His eyes reddened. How dare anyone get into his territory? Just then, his thoughts reached Ayah. His head shot towards where she was. She was shocked as her eyes widened. As he was about to go to her, Alex jumped on him and made him crouch behind the car. Another gunshot was heard. Alex shot several bullets as Elio hissed. "What the heck is going on?" He grumbled. Alex looked at him. "I don't know. My secretary told me that shooters were stalking you so I came as fast as I could.""Who are they?" Elio groaned. Alex did not answer and just kept on shoot
Alex was shaking his legs, anxiety crept up in his veins. He was scared. Not much scared of his multinational company receiving backlash but is scared of his friend committing mass genocide. Elio looked calm and composed but his sadistic mind was making him the artist of remembering new ways of killing. Adrenaline rushed in him as he thought of all the possible ways he could destroy Milo. Milo was Ford's old-age enemy. He was a rival to Elio's company, FordMetal, where millions of the world's best-designed cars were made.Milo did not believe the rumors that said that Elio was unbeatable, invincible. There were not hundreds but rather thousands of murder attempts made on him but he escaped all of them without even dropping a sweat or blood. He was captured last night. Alex called a board meeting to solve the mystery of the one who attempted this but Elio walked inside and glanced at the bulletin board and in a second figured out who attempted this attack on him. He was indeed a mi
Ayah was brought to the office. She was not that capable of walking straight or without lumping backgrounds. Carlo, Elio's assistant, tried not to touch her to make sure she did not fall. He knew his boss would have his head if he did. Ayah was seated on the couch, slightly further away from Elio. He was on the balcony, his back facing her. Carlo took permission as he left. Ayah tried to feel strong as she felt his presence but her weakness was immense. She had not eaten anything for 2 days. The fear of the darkness enabled her to fall asleep as her eyes were sleepy. She was drowsing a little but her body was alert, on guard. Elio came outside and was met by her almost asleep on his couch. He came and knelt in front of her. He smiled. "How can everyone fall for your innocence so fast?" He brushed her hair away from her face and looked at that angelic face of hers. What a beauty. So much beauty that it hurts to look at her. What has she become now? Though this was something that