LOGINThe following morning, Amira awoke in her evening gown; a furrowed brow spread across her face as she recalled how Andrea had shut her in her room, leaving no opening for escape.
She stood up and walked around the room, noticing various doors she had not explored before. She opened it, discovering a walk-in closet filled with a new set of clothes she had never worn before. She was surprised, as she checked them out, and saw how everything was her appropriate size, different designs, her favourite colours, her underwear exactly her size. “What in the name..” she mumbled, how was he able to know her perfect size? Was that why he didn't allow her to pack her things? She noticed how the clothes were expensive, and in different form, some were revealing and tight, some were elegant, comfy and so on. Hearing sound from her room, she quickly left the closet, and noticed the maid Andrea had given to her. “Good morning Mrs Martini.” Brenda greeted accompanied with a respectful bow which Amira found weird and uncomfortable, Brenda was like her age mate or even older, why the respect? Amira ignored her, and asked “how did you get In? Wasn't it locked?” “Yes it was, Mr Martini, gave me the key.” Brenda replied politely looking timid as ever. Amira shook her head and walked past her, opening the door leading to the bathroom. Then another knock was heard which Brenda had opened. Three maids walked in with a soft smile on their face while Amira stood there perplexed. “May I help you?” She asked. “Our boss told us to come assist you in taking your bath.” They said in unison. Amira raised her brows at them, as their statement triggered her. “Why can't I take my own bath? Do I look like a child to you?” In anger she asked? Why was Andrea, always not wanting her to have her own space? Firstly a personal maid, then group of ladies to take her bath? She wondered if she was handicapped, if she was paralysed to the point that taking a shower was a problem for her. “I'm sorry if this sounds so surprised to you, but they came to prepare you a bath, give you proper body massage it was an order.” Brenda added softly. “Then tell your boss that I can take my bath myself, I am not a child.” She replied in her possible calmest way in order no to sound rude. The ladies looked at each other in fear, nobody says no to Andrea, if not he would do something terrible to them just like they had witnessed on a few occasions. Amira was confused at how scared they were. She just wanted to take her bath by herself. “But I don't want you to prepare my bath, please tell him like that.” Amira sighed tiredly, wanting her privacy at all cost. The maids look at eachother, and then fell on their knees which shocked Amira the more. She didn't know what to say or to do. Was Andrea that gruesome? “Please at least, allow us to stay here. We'll give you privacy, when our boss discovered we didn't do as he said, he'll punish us please Mistress.” One of them begged, and Amira cringed at the sound “mistress” She wasn't used to that type of formalities, even though her father was rich and had house workers, but Claudia was the one who was used to all of that. “Okay you may stay, but I'll do everything myself. Please stand up, it freaks me out seeing this.” They both stood up appreciating her, while they remained there while Brenda took a close watch at them in order for things not to go out of place. After her bath, Brenda prepared a lilac dress for her, which Amira wore without any further arguments, and did her hair herself which complemented her beauty. She checked around for her phone but remembered she had forgot to take it along with her, now she would not contact anyone she knows anymore. “Breakfast is ready Mrs Martini, please come with me. The boss's order.” Brenda mumbled softly, trying not to look at Amira in the eyes. Amira nodded, feeling uncomfortable as how she referred to her. “It's Amira, call me Amira. Referring me as Mrs Martini makes me sick.” She mumbled the last part silently walking out of the room, while Brenda walked behind her, giving Amira chance to lead the way. Then Amira remembered she hadn't properly walked around, and never knew where the dinning hall was. “Can you kindly take me there?” She couldn't help but ask, clenching her stomach in hunger trying to silent the loud growl from it. Brenda chuckled timidly, walking in front of her while leading her to where the hall was. There it was, the table so long, filled with different kinds of delicacies, which made Amira's mouth watered. Her stomach grumbled more, as she approached the table and pulled out a chair. Then Brenda gave her a small bow and left her there, but Amira didn't notice either. Then Kira entered, with two bottles of wine, a type so expensive that Amira had never had before. Subconsciously Amira opened the food, grabbing her cutlery but was quickly stopped by Kira. “You can't eat until your husband comes.” Kira whispered softly, but Amira wasn't getting it instead she was angry. “Why do I need his permission to eat? Wasn't I called to have breakfast? I wasn't called to wait for him.” Amira yelled loudly, making Kira shocked and confused. Why was she so bitter against Andrea? Every woman would have died to be his wife, but Amira was a big exception, small but with a sharp tongue. “You don't need my permission to eat, but wouldn't it be polite if you had wait for your husband hmm?” Andrea interrupted in a cold manner, majestically walking towards them. He changed into a long black jacket, his upper body slightly exposed. Kira excused herself and left them alone. Andrea despite being terribly attractive, irritated Amira has he pulled out a chair beside her and pressed a kiss on her forehead which she reacted strangely to it. “You may eat.” He whispered coldly, and without wanting to hear more, she opened her plate revealing her favourite meal. Now this bothers her so much. How does her closet filled with clothes according to her favorite style and color, now her favorite meal was before her. Andrea watched as she stared into her meal, deep in her thoughts. He cleared his throat to interrupt her moments in her head. Amira looked him in the eyes, but couldn't stay as he looks was rather intimidating, he had zero emotions on his face. She opened her mouth to say something but it took her a while before she had regain her speech. “How did you know my favourite meal, my favourite outfit? How did you know all this?” Amira mumbled trying to act tough as ever which Andrea imagined as being cute. “Why do I need your permission before I could eat and take my bath? I am not a kid….” She paused, not knowing how to refer him, and this became funny to her. “Andrea.” He mumbled, knowing that was what she wanted to ask. “Please Andrea, tell me. Why did you choose me? Why did you lock me up in my room? How did you know some things I liked? Why did you marry Someone twice smaller than your age? Why did you marry me instead of my sister, she's more mature and beautiful than me.” Amira posed questions seeking for an immediate answer. Andrea remained silent, boring his cold golden eyes into hers, in a way that could intimidate anyone. Amira felt her heart racing, why was he acting different this morning? “Time will tell, that you'll be grateful I had you instead.” he said, his emotions never changing which kinda scared Amira. The rest of the breakfast remained silent, as Amira could feel his stares on her. Her eyes watered, trying to control herself from crying. After that, Andrea stood up and left, without altering a word and that was what Amira needed, this particular silence. She ate until she was full, and stood up trying to clear the dining table, but Kira and some other ladies ran in. “Madam please this is our duty, don't do this.” Kira mumbled,taking the dishes from Amira leaving her confused. She wasn't used to this lifestyle, she was used to be independent, and doing things herself. All this looks new and kind of wrong to her. “But I'm just taking the dishes, nothing hard. Or am I forbidden to do so?” Amira asked sarcastically. “Yes, please this is our job, let us have it. This is our source of income, we don't want to get fired because of you madam.” Kira replied politely, and the other ladies quickly cleared the dining table. Amira paused for a while, looking around and the. Forced herself to ask “Kira, can you show me around? I promise not to run this time.” With a nod, Kira left the dining hall, with Amira walking besides her. She was showing her all parts of the mansion. This little adventure was satisfying for Amira, as she used this opportunity to plan her next escape route. After that, they went back to the hallway, leading to her room, but something stuck her. A room that Kira hadn't introduced her, she felt the urge to go check it out, going to the door trying to unlock it. “Madam please don't go there. Don't touch that door. It is strictly forbidden, nobody goes in there apart from master Andrea.” Kira warned loudly which made Amira felt shockened. What was in the room, that made it strictly forbidden? She wondered.Amira felt her cheeks heat up, and the fact that he said it so openly made it even worse. She wasn't a fan of public affection, especially when there were eyes watching.Andrea held her by the waist and led her past the aligned maids, but something caught her attention. No, someone.She thought she had seen a ghost, or that she might be imagining things, then paused.Andrea noticed—even though he already knew why—and muttered, "What's is it? Everything good?"Amira didn't answer vocally. Instead, she turned and walked back to where the maids stood with bowed heads, her gaze landing on the blonde-haired one at the very end. She gasped. "Claudia?"There was a moment of profound silence. Claudia, frozen in place, felt heat rush up her neck. She knew the reason she was there was to take what was meant to be hers, and she knew the madam, or mistress, they had referred to was her sister.But she wasn't prepared for a meet-up like this. Claudia wanted to snap, to make demands like she normal
They all turned their heads in her direction, whispers breaking out under their breath.Claudia strolled in, wearing the standard maid uniform, but compared to the others, hers appeared noticeably shorter and tighter, hugging every curve of her body.Kira frowned slightly. Clutched tightly to her clipboard, she leaned in and whispered to her assistant, Halle, "Did you actually give her the correct size?""Yes, I did. She told me her size and I gave her exactly what she asked for," Halle replied, watching Claudia approach them. "I think she must have altered it herself.""You know how girls these days are..."Claudia finally stopped in front of Kira, a smug smile playing on her lips. "I heard the staff was assembling."Kira maintained a stoic face, while the rest of the maids grumbled at Claudia's blatant lack of professionalism. Kira took another lingering look at her uniform—the way her waist and hips were so deliberately accentuated—and marveled at the audacity of the new girl.Hone
Amira’s eyes lit up slightly—not just because Andrea was standing beside her, but because Ashleigh, who usually never hesitated to run her mouth, looked like she wanted to evaporate into thin air."Mr. Martini, please... my apologies..." Howard lowered his head, crow's feet deepening around the corners of his eyes. "Please, my daughter didn't mean any of that. Do not—"Andrea lifted a single index finger, silencing him instantly. Howard’s face turned a splotchy red. He whipped around to glare at Ashleigh, who immediately dropped her head. Her friends followed suit, awkwardly staring down at their nails.The urge to slap some sense into her right then and there was overwhelming, but Howard held himself back because they were in public. Instead, he grabbed Ashleigh by the hand, yanked her forward toward Amira, and snarled, "Apologize to her. Immediately."Ashleigh nodded without hesitation—a shocking sight for anyone who knew her. Her cheeks burned with raw humiliation. She had never be
Ashleigh glared at Amira, her face contorting with pure rage. "How dare you call my father by his name, you filthy little thief?!" Ashleigh snarled, her voice dropping into an ugly, shrill pitch that echoed across the polished marble. "Do you have any idea who he is? He runs this entire VIP section! He can have you thrown out on the street in handcuffs before you even draw your next breath!" She turned to Howard, wrapping her arm tightly around his elbow, expecting him to unleash his usual ruthless authority. "Dad, order security right now! Look at her! She stole those clothes and those accessories right off the racks. Call the police and make sure the whole school sees her getting dragged out!" Her minions chimed in right on cue, lifting their phones higher to record every second of the humiliation. "Yeah, call the police!" "Look at her trying to act tough!" "She's so busted." Amira didn'
Andrea paced back and forth, his phone pressed tightly to his ear while he remained sitting in the car parked in front of the mall. He knew he shouldn't have left Amira, but this wasn't something he could simply push aside.His voice instantly turned cold. "Where the fuck are they?""Boss, we... tried. Francis was too smart, and he ran away with them. But we caught two of his men," Rico answered from the other end of the line.Andrea’s grip tightened around the phone until the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. His eyes burned red with fury. He was not a man who tolerated betrayal or sabotage. He never took what belonged to others, no matter how valuable it was, yet Francis and his gang had dared to do it to him.He paused, reconsidering his options.He couldn't just leave for the location where they had captured the men. It would take too long, and he would likely return covered in blood.He let out a heavy sigh and said, "Tie them up. Torture them until they talk. If they s
Amira held the heavy black card between her fingers, her thumb tracing the sleek, cool metal and the embossed numbers that promised a terrifying amount of wealth. Howard stood a few paces away, holding two designer gowns—one in deep crimson silk and the other in midnight velvet—with a polite, expectant smile. But Amira’s mind wasn't on the dresses. It wasn't even on the absurd, unlimited line of credit sitting loosely in her palm.Her eyes drifted past the hanging racks and settled on a low glass display counter near the back of the VIP lounge. Nestled inside a velvet-lined box sat a custom silver pocket watch, its casing engraved with intricate, dark crests and fine, intertwined lettering that looked old, deliberate, and extraordinarily expensive."Is that... new?" Amira asked softly, pointing toward the glass.Howard followed her gaze, his stiff posture relaxing just a fraction. His smile softened into something far more genuine than his earlier customer-service mask. "Ah, no, Mrs.
"How the fuck…?"The phone slid from her grasp, breaking on the floor. How was Andrea able to acquire access to her phone? How was this possible? Her nervousness increased, and her heart raced as she hurried around her room.For a while, she thought Andrea had no business pursuing her, and she had
“Ouch! Come on, leave me alone." With a frustrated whimper, Amira got up to check who was ahead of her. She could feel and smell the familiar scent as her eyes initially fell on various pairs of shoes in front of her. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, slowly raising her head to see the man standing before h
Two Months Later… “Didn’t she sleep at night? I don't understand why she returned to school after being absent for months; who does she think she is?” As soon as Amira returned to her high school, rumors began to circulate. Even the fact that the school let her return without repeating surpris
"Oh, you once more. I assume you are here to drag me back to Italy or to your boss's house." With a charming smile on his face, Reagan approached her and held out his hand. As she prepared to descend the final staircase, he stood in front of her. "I am not in the mood for your games, Reagan. Do yo







