Bought By The Billionaire

ARES I walked towards the main entrance of my company, one hand holding my phone to my ear. I nodded to the greetings of my workers while I walked. I was currently on a phone call with my mother, Aurelia Grey. And she was being such a huge pain in the ass at the moment. “No, you listen to me, Ares Grey! I don’t care whether you’re interested or not, but you have to help those girls. Even if it’s just one-” “Mother-” “I am NOT done talking, Ares. Put yourself in their shoes. What if you were one of those girls?!” “Well, I am not one of those girls, mother,” I replied calmly as I got into my car. “And I am certainly not in their shoes. I will go there, just because you want me to, but I will not buy anyone.” “Ares-” “Goodnight, mother,” I cut her off and ended the call. I could imagine her shrieking with smoke coming out of her imaginary horns right now. Like I mentioned earlier, Aurelia Grey was a huge pain in the ass. Let’s say my mother was feminist, because she was de

ARESI stared out of the window, watching as Adela’s ride sped into my compound as if it was being chased my the cops. I wasn’t surprised. This was the way both Adela, and her driver preferred to drive. She had texted me a minute ago that she was here. And, my newly wedded wife, Hera, did not know who Ares Grey is. Perfect! Note the sarcasm. The door opened and she got down, her mouth slightly open and a tiny frown on frown on her face which soon morphed into horror as she watched Adela’s ride drive out of my compound in the same speed which it had used in driving in. She watched, her head turning slightly as the gates closed by it self. I wondered if she thought her opportunity to escape had just slipped by. Besides, she’d be doing herself more harm than good if she decided to escape. I am one hundred percent sure the only place she knows in this state is the brothel. And another one hundred percent sure that she doesn’t even know the actual address of the brothel. She turned ar

Hera. I waited thirty minutes. I had been rubbing soap over my body and rinsing of with clear water. I had washed my hair and used my finger to detangle the strands. I did all that under thirty minutes. I spent thirty minutes in the bathroom before sprinting out, not bothering to clean my wet feet. I soon felt the repercussion, though. After taking two steps from the bathroom, I slipped on the floor, landing face first, my breasts pressed to the ground. "Ouch ouch ouch." I moaned, turning around on the floor and sitting up. There was a dull ache in my left ankle, but I stood up nonetheless, wrapping my white towel around my body firmly. I couldn't entirely call it mine, though. I was pretty sure it belonged to Ares. Everything here belonged to him. I picked up the phone from where it lay on the bed and turned it on. I half expected it to have a password of some sort, but it didn't. I opened google, wondering for what to search for. But I already knew the answer. Ares Grey. The

Hera. "So which one of them is worse?" I asked, heaving as I stretched my left leg out behind me, and bending my right leg in front of me. Adela was breathing steadily as she turned her head to look at me. "What?" She questioned. "Ares and his siblings. Which one of them is worse?" I asked. Today was day five of living here. Ares left the country for some kind of business two days ago, leaving me behind. Adela had been staying over since then. And She woke me up as early as seven, this morning, just to work out with her. Of course, we weren't in the house, but by the large pool behind the house, that I absolutely hand no idea was there. The guards weren't at this part of the house, probably at Adela's request. She and I hadn't left the house yesterday, but today, she decided we stepped out and I realized that the compound was crawling with guards. Stoic faced, huge, guards. Probably because of the kind of person my husband was. And the kind of popularity I was gaining these

Hera. I stepped out of the car, gazing up at the tall building. Three other cars came to an halt. One at the front and two behind. The doors opened simultaneously, like they had planned it, and bodyguards filed out. Maria stepped out of one of the cars. I suppressed a sigh, wondering if we couldn't so somewhere without having bodyguards follow us around. As if this wasn't already attracting attention. “Let's go,” Ares said, holding my hand. He began to lead me into the building. I tucked my hair between my ears, waking with him. Maria and Adela were behind us, and the bodyguards quickly formed a wall around us. Even though people couldn't really see us, I wondered if I wasn't showing too much skin with the cropped hoodie and matching shorts I was wearing. I bit my lip, making sure to stay close to Ares as we got into the elevator with Maria, Adela and two other bodyguards. It wasn't long before the elevator doors opened and I stepped into an apartment, my hands still intertwine