Se connecterAllison’s POV:I continued to cry as he kept pulling my hair behind. I was in pain. A hell lot of pain.“Please, leave me!” I cried again, trying to get his hands off from me.“I told you your life is going to change. I’m going to change your life now. And it will be such a painful change if you don’t speak the truth,” he added bitterly. I looked at him in shock, realizing that he was indeed the one who sent me that note. At that moment, I regretted not telling Jacob everything about the note and keeping it to myself.“You – you sent the note?” I asked in shock, while sniffling.“Who else could it be? Now, speak the truth, girl,” He added bitterly, pulling my hair again, making me scream in pain.“Please!” I whimpered and shook my head to a no. “I swear, he’s not my boyfriend. He – he’s nothing to me. I am nothing to him either.” I cried when suddenly Neil let go off my hair and grabbed my jaws with his one hand, leaning on top of me in that car.“Do not lie to me!” He added, glaring
Allison’s POV:*Few minutes ago*I couldn’t blink my eyes as I watched them from the mirror. Behind me, stood three men in black outfits, having black masks covering their faces. My heart raced with fear as I turned around immediately to look at them. How are they here? The note? Do they have any link to the note I received? They have to. I thought. It was women’s restroom and yet there were three men in there, looking right at me. Obviously, they had a purpose for being in there. However, those three men were not someone I could just scold for barging into the women’s room. They were goons. They were looking at me with their fierce eyes. They were ready to act and before I could do anything, they did act. They paced towards me and quickly covered my mouth with their hands, hindering me to speak or scream for help. I didn’t know them. They were far scarier to me than Jacob. At that moment, I couldn’t believe that I wanted to see Jacob. I wanted to call him for help and I didn’t know w
Jacob’s POV:As Allison walked into the washroom, I observed Enzo and Dane following her behind and standing by the door. I once again moved towards the guy who spilled the coffee on Allison.“I’d have beaten you to death for this, you know,” I threatened him and his eyes widened in fear.“I – I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m really sorry.” He begged again while I glared into his eyes, my blood boiling in anger.“Jacob, let him go. It was an accident.” Enzo whispered from behind while I took a breath, calming myself down and stepped back from the guy. He took a sigh of relief and immediately walked away from there with the other person following him behind.“What happened to you?” Enzo asked me in confusion while I lowered my head, thinking the same.“I – I just want to get the work done as soon as possible.” I replied to him in frustration.“It’s okay. Once Allison comes out, we’ll go to her boss immediately.” Enzo whispered back and I nodded.“By the way,” he started again. “I don’t u
Allison’s POV:*Ten minutes ago*We continued walking toward my department, and my heart raced. I noticed the absence of anyone around, assuming they were all attending the presentation organized by Jacob. How did he manage this? How did he manipulate Josiah to arrange it? These questions swirled in my mind as we proceeded. Suddenly, my eyes sparkled as I saw Sylvie walking in my direction. I breathed a sigh of relief, and a ray of hope emerged. I stopped for a second, looking at her, hoping she’d ask me if I was okay and fortunately she looked up at me.“Allison,” she murmured my name and a smile approached her lips. I smiled too, as a surge of excitement filled my chest.“Sylvie,” I murmured when suddenly I heard Jacob, exhaling deeply, causing my heart to race and my excitement to wane. Sylvie immediately paced towards me, making me gulp.“Oh my God,” she started and pulled me into a hug. I wanted to take the opportunity to whisper into her ear, to ask for help but unfortunately, J
Allison’s POV:I couldn't believe my ears as Enzo asked Jacob about killing me. The thought of dying sent shivers down my spine; there were so many things I wanted to achieve in life. I wanted to become the Editor in Chief. I wanted to have a house of my own. I wanted to marry someone and have kids with him. All these dreams flashed before my eyes as the mafia boss contemplated killing me. Unable to tear myself away from the window, I anxiously waited for Jacob's response.“Let’s get in the car.” Jacob finally responded, and I immediately sat up straight. He didn't answer Enzo’s question, making me anxious. Would he really kill me? However, being killed seemed preferable to losing my virginity to him against my will. Distressingly, as the car door opened and Jacob climbed in, Enzo took the front passenger seat.Jacob, with his judgmental eyes, looked at me, making me feel like he was scanning me for the truth. To avoid eye contact, I immediately lowered my head and looked away.“You’r
Allison’s POV:After waiting in my room for a few seconds and pondering what Jacob might have on his mind, I finally managed to gather myself and take a step forward behind Jacob as he left the room. Once again, I felt anxious, scared, frustrated, and helpless. While Jacob began to descend the stairs quickly, I picked up a slow pace and began to follow him, constantly thinking about the note I received the previous day. I wondered if my so-called well-wisher was genuinely wishing well for me when suddenly something struck my mind, and my eyes widened. I left the note under the pillow last night, and it must still be there. Oh no! My left foot hung in the air as I halted in my tracks and gulped, turning my face around to look at the room. The staff would find it under the pillow and inform Jacob. No! I can’t let that happen. No!“Why aren’t you following me?” Jacob’s harsh voice brought me back to life, and I realized that I had been frozen in place while Jacob had already descended th







