Hera.I was seated by the kitchen island, staring at the plate filled with pasta which was supposed to be my breakfast. My legs continued shaking under the island, on my own accord, of course, as I twisted the band of my wedding ring. I was panicking. Adela was supposed to take me to the hospital today. An hospital. I hated hospitals. Hospitals are where people dies. Hospitals are — “Hera,” Adela said as she walked into the kitchen, going towards the sink, her heels clicking on the floor. “Why aren't you eating?“ “Not hungry,” I answered, staring at the pasta before averting my gaze. Ares, of.course, hasn't come home since yesterday. After we kissed. No. After he kissed me. And then pushed me back as if he was touching hot coals. And the dread in his eyes as he stared at me. God.Maybe it was better as he didn't come home. Maybe it was better as I didn't see him here. I'm not sure I wanted to see him at this moment anyway. But still. It wouldn't be bad if he re
Ares. A scowl seemed to be permanent on my face as I stared at Adela's secretary praesent her latest idea to the tech team and I. Her latest idea was bullshit. And I was so close to tearing apart the bullshit, common code design she had in put in my front, and telling her to create another design. I am a successful billionaire, not because my work is unique, not some common shit like what this idiot just wrote for me. I rubbed my face with my palms, stifling a groan. Even the tech team looked uninterested. I pressed my lips together to avoid interrupting her as she spoke. My phone turned on as a message came in, but it didn't make a sound because I had put it on DND. I picked it up, out of sheer boredomness. It was Adela texting me. Adela; We're at the hospital and she seems nervous as hell. Me; Make her not nervous. Adela; I don't know how. You tell me. Me; I'm at a meeting and I'm pissed. Let's not start with this. Adela; She won't stop asking about you, you know.
Ares's POV Hera's eyes were wide, and her lips stretched in a wide grin as she stepped out of my ride, eyeing my privare jet which has ‘Grey’ written boldly on it. She turned her head to me, her grin growing wider as she clutched the birth control pill bottle that Williams had given her. I eyed the bottle, biting my lip. I know I practically told Atlas I won't touch Hera because she's eighteen. Because she's young. But with the way I've been barely able to control myself whenever I'm around her, that might change soon. And I won't take any chances, too. If I'm gonna fuck her, I'd do it hard. And raw. And in order to prevent any unwanted pregnancy at my age, and hers, the pill is the best option. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply and grinding my teeth together as I remembered how many times I've jerked off to the thoughts of fucking her these past few weeks. “It's yours? This is the jet we've been boarding all those trips?“ My eyes snapped open, her voice, thankfully dragging
Chapter 23 Hera“Do you like Chicago?“ Ares asked as we walked down the air stairs. We haven't said anything else since my outburst earlier, and I've been scared he'd go back to treating me like I don't exist, as usual. “I don't know,” I answered slowly, wondering why the hell he was asking me that question. What does it matter if I like Chicago or not? We're leaving anyway. And I do like Chicago. I like his Condo, to be specific. Not like I've had the time to tour the city, given the fact that I've been locked up day and night with no one's company but myself. And Adela. And the advantage of that is that I've had the time to explore the apartment. And it isn't like there's anything much to explore. Just checking out the various rooms, trying out many of Ares's shirts and hanging them back neatly before anyone else can notice I've worn it. Wondering if I should text my best friends, and Teresa, but deciding against it because there's nothing much to say. And then the highlight o
HERAI was seated at the far end of my room, my back resting on the wall as I stared out of the window. Today was the day the brothel was auctioning off girls. And I was part of the girls to be auctioned off. I wasn’t as ecstatic as the majority of the other girls were. They were excited to leave this place. And I couldn’t exactly blame them for it. I, on the other hand, wasn’t ready to leave here at all. Let me explain. Girls like us – the girls whose parents probably sold them off to Madam Viviane, or the orphan girls who were just unfortunate, or fortunate, to be brought here, were taken care of excellently, and given the best quality of education till we were eighteen and we could pass as university graduates. Then we would be sold to the highest bidder. And the highest bidder, are usually the extremely rich guys. Those filthy rich billionaires,- note that I didn’t mean that as an insult – who were looking for a helpless girl to warm their beds. The auction contract includes
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
HERAI looked around Madam Vivian’s office, a huge lump in my throat that threatened to turn into a sob if I didn’t swallow it immediately. The auction wasn’t over yet. They hadn’t even gotten to number ten before three men decided they wanted my friends and me. And they paid ten million each for us. I don’t know where Arina and Hestia were at the moment. Huge chances were they had already been then to their new home. And that made me want to cry badly. They are my best friends. And I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye to them. Chances were, we’ll never meet again. The lump returned, and I forced it down my throat. My eyes swept over the room and landed on Madam Vivian and a lady I didn’t recognize. They were both standing by the door and speaking in hushed tones. The lady had a glass of wine in her hand. Her sleek, brown hair was in a bun. She was dressed in a blue evening gown that hugged her body. She had this no-nonsense look on her face that made me wonder again who
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