Josephine's POV"Turn around and place your heads behind your head." His voice was hoarse, a sinister undertone lingering in each word.My heart pounds like a runaway drum, its thunderous rhythm echoing in my ears.Beads of sweat form a glistening constellation on my forehead, pooling at temples before succumbing to gravity.Each droplet descended with agonizing slowness, their soft echoing splashes on the floor a cruel reminder of the danger before me.I was facing the window, my heart was thumping really fast.I thought of pulling out the knife strapped to my thigh, but that would be almost impossible to do without being shot."Am talking to you…turn around now!!!"His loud voice causes me to shudder.And before I could turn, I heard a voice, the voice of a young girl, fragile and trembling yet laced with authority.Her voice pierced through the tense air like a fragile crystal chime in a storm, making my heart skip a beat."Let her be…She's one of us." The voice is mellifluous, flo
Josephine POV.It's been over a week since I last spoke to my love Max Berkeley, the heist we had planned together didn't work out.I really wished it had worked as planned, I am but a shadow of my own self, the prison I call a mansion stands to remind me of my Sacrifice…a sacrifice I made to save a father, a decision I made with unwavering commitment and love.Looking at my phone, I could see recent uploads of Max Berkeley on Snapchat.His brother has graduated and my dad offered him a job at MetapleX, a company standing today because of the selfless actions I took.My life is in total shambles right now, what baffles me is the fact that only my mom Sandra Oniels seems to care about my well-being in this dungeon.My dad rarely calls, he just sends me text messages. Something I find very annoying, I was literally closer to my dad than I was to my mom.Something isn't right, and I will get to the root of it.Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!The subtle knock on my door jolted me out of my though
Max POV.It's been 3 days since the night I received that dreadful message from the unknown number.Life has been boring, the voice hadn't contacted me for days, it has been from work to the gym and my apartment.I just couldn't help but wonder if Josephine's father, Jerry Oniels and his wife Sandra Oniels are even as concerned as I am towards the wellbeing of their daughter.Staring at my phone I deleted all the nude videos a strange girl called Amelia had been sending me.I mean it's annoying, she just chatted some weeks back telling me how she loves me and blah…blah…blah.The other day she sent me $100,000, quite a huge amount of money, I had to send it back, telling her my heart and soul belonged to another.I asked her how she got my number and till now she hasn't responded.Sending me nude videos wouldn't make me love her, it rather irritates me and makes me see her as a desperate cheap chick."Max! Guess what…" My eyes rolled up and my gaze fell on Thomas Berkeley my brother, h
Max POV."Max!... This is a very bad idea… I mean if you get caught… that might be the end of you."Thomas said as he helped me connect the wires to my supercomputer.I had managed to reach out to Josephine, my love and she would be waiting for me at the window of her bedroom.Looking at the building plan of the Thwane's mansion, my brother and I drew our plan, the break-in time and the break-out time.Looking at the plan I pointed out the points that had alarm triggers and made sure I didn't go to those spots.Everything was finally set and ready.Thomas was to mount the communications system telling me where and where not to go.I had also hacked a satellite to enable us to have a real-time assessment of the entire mansion.Tonight is the night I break my love out of her confinements.Moments later…I crawled out into the compound from under the last truck that entered the mansion.The compound was more splendid than what I had seen in the picture, leaving me in awe of the magnifice
Max POV.It's been two days since I got the message from Josephine Oniels at the hospital.My mom has been discharged, she is well and hearty.I tried calling her number, but It didn't connect.Seems her captor Mr Thwane Clark had really been up to no good recently, the call really sounded like an emergency.But why then hasn't she replied to any of the messages, my text messages went through, but my calls are repelled off.My life is so fucked up right now."Max!!!"I looked up only to see Director Lex, the head of token economics and economics modelling, standing in front of my office desk.He wore his anti-glare glasses almost exactly like the one I had on.His hair is superb. Every strand of his hair is meticulously arranged, creating a flawless magical art of wonder.His cologne was just perfect, a subtle blend of earthly notes and a hint of citrus lingered in the air like a captivating mystery.It was a fragrance that spoke of confidence and sophistication and his blue eyes matc
Josephine POV.My life in this prison cell I call a house is a never-ending nightmare. A constant reminder of the shackles of Iron that binds me to a man I despised.Since after the marriage, I have received slaps for nothing.It's as though Thwane Clark derives joy from hurting women.He rarely touches me, the last time he did, he didn't last for two minutes.I mean how can he, when all he does is to eat junk that only harms his sexual well-being?The cold breeze flickers the long blue velvet curtains, sending a cold freezing sensation down my spine.I could remember the good old times I and Max used to enjoy together, and in those moments the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, lost in each other's gaze and the enchanting melodies of our hearts intertwined.Thwane Clark is the opposite, all he demands is sex which he isn't good at, something I can't help but wonder if he has sexual infertility issues.Knock! Knock! " Ma'am! Boss asks you to prepare him his noodle