MasukAstrid took her luggage and went inside the car. She decided to drive far away from there, as far as she could. She wanted to leave everything behind - start a new life, get a job, work hard to make a living, and live a good life somewhere else.
Astrid started driving when suddenly she was cornered by four black cars. She wondered what was happening, what she had done, who she had offended, but she couldn't think of anyone. Suddenly, a man in a black suit opened the door and took her out of the car and put her in his car. Astrid's voice was nowhere to be heard; she couldn't even scream. She just stayed still.
Unknown to her, Andrew had sent someone to keep an eye on her from the minute she left the hotel and report everything that happened to him. The man in black suits drove forward; it felt like eternity. Astrid was woken up by a light tap on her shoulder. When she got down, she was shocked by their destination. The destination she expected was a warehouse where she'd be beaten to death by them. Instead, she followed them inside a house where she met the mastermind behind everything: Mr. Andrew Thompson.
She wondered why she didn't know it was his doing. "Sit down," he said, pointing to a seat in front of her. But instead, Astrid cleared her throat as she folded her arms. "What's the meaning of all this?" she asked.
"Well, you wanted to run away. Look, the day isn't over. I wanted to get money from a friend of mine," she lied.
"Where does that friend of yours live?" he asked.
"I won't tell you," she said, parting her lips.
"I'm beginning to think that friend of yours is imaginary," he said, taking a sip of the whiskey beside him.
Astrid turned to go out, but was stopped by the guards that put her in. "Where exactly are you going to?" Andrew asked and that question struck a chord in her because she herself didn't know where she was going to or what her next move was.
Andrew stood up and put his hand in his pocket as he strolled casually. "You know, I know about everything that happened in your family," he said, giving a nod, and one of the guards played the recorder.
"You were following me. Don't you have better things to do?" Astrid asked with a solid expression.
"I do," Andrew replied.
"Then why do you want to meddle in my affairs?"Astrid asked
"I'm not meddling. I was just listening."
" Look, the day is not over yet. I still have time," Astrid said trying to buy herself more time .
"What exactly do you want to do? I can get a loan from a bank," Astrid replied.
"What will be your collateral?" Andrew asked confidently, and Astrid was short of words as she knew she had nothing.
"Be my mistress for a year, and I'll cover up all your debts and daily expenses," he said as he stroked her cheek
"I can't waste a year of my life," Astrid said.
"So what would you rather do? This is a fresh start for you. You're free to live your life, pursue your passions, work, and earn your own money, which you won't have to spend for a whole year because I'll pay for everything you need. So, after a year, you would probably have a lot of money. It's a healthy start at this point in your life. Don't you think? Or do you want to sleep in your car, roam the streets, and eat from the streets? The choice is yours," Andrew said.
Astrid clenched her face because she hates being at a disadvantage, but she has no better choice than the one offered to her,she didn't have someone she'd run to and won't complain of her being a leech
"Fine, I'll do it," Astrid said after a huge debate in her head.
"That's better," Andrew said, smiling as he picked up the contract and gave it to her. "Sign this."
"I'm Party A, you're Party B. You can stay here. There's a maid who'll handle the cleaning, and there's someone who'll handle your meals. Whatever you want to eat, she'll prepare it. I'll come back tomorrow to get the documents" he said as he walked out. One of the guards picked up his documents that were scattered on the table.
Astrid sat down after they left and wondered how her life became like this.
Astrid wished her life had a positive direction. It didn't move this way. She didn't want it to move this way. She wished she had someone to run to, someone who would help her in times like this. She decided to abandon her wishful thinking and face reality, although it was harsh, but she had no other choice.
She picked up the contract and decided to go through it, but the conditions she saw were absurd. Point number one: Party B must be home before 8 PM. "Wait, is that curfew or else I'll be punished?" she thought.
Number two: Party B must cut all ties with her fiancé, lover, boyfriend, etc. "Wait, I'll cut all ties while he keeps his? This is even more absurd."
Number three: Party B must not talk or interact with the opposite gender. Interact only with your own gender. "What the...? This isn't making any sense to her."
She decided to read on, maybe she would find something useful or something that is fair to her.
Party B must take her contraceptives regularly. "I'm okay with that. It's not like I wanted to carry his child," she said to herself.
Party B is restricted from attending parties, clubs, etc. She closed the contract and couldn't read anymore because the conditions were terrible. They didn't seem fair. The more she read, the angrier she became. She's restricted from having fun, which isn't fair.
She decided to go and take a shower and talk about the useless contract whenever she comes. As she stood up, a young lady in a maid uniform came to greet her. "Good afternoon, miss. I'm Claudia," the lady said.
"Are you a maid?" Astrid asked.
"Yes, miss."
"Do you cook or clean?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't do this. I'm your personal maid. Am I a princess? I can take care of myself," Astrid said.
"Mr Thompson instructed me specific
ally to take care of you and attend to your daily needs," Claudia replied.
Mira screamed, thrashing wildly as handcuffs snapped around her wrists.“Let me go! You don’t understand!” she cried, her voice sharp and broken.The cops didn’t listen. Mira watched from the corner, shaking. “I didn’t mean, I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” she whispered, her voice trembling.As Astrid was carried out, the cool night air hit her skin. She blinked slowly, the flashing lights blurring her vision.Andrew’s name left her lips in a weak whisper before her eyes shut again.Outside, officers pushed back the small crowd that had gathered. Cameras clicked. Reporters shouted questions, their voices echoing through the chaos.Mira screamed as she was forced into the back of the police car. “She deserved it! She ruined everything!”The officer slammed the door.The ambulance sirens wailed as they sped off toward the hospital. Astrid’s pulse was faint, but still there. *******************The interrogation room was cold, but Mira sat like she owned it.Her wris
News of Astrid’s disappearance spread faster than the police could contain it. Headlines flashed her name across every screen. Billionaire’s Wife Missing. Cameras crowded the gates of the Walton estate, reporters shouting questions that had no answers.Andrew’s men the “Big Dogs” searched the streets day and night, combing through warehouses, airports, and abandoned buildings. Every whisper of a lead vanished into nothing.Mr. Walton pulled every string he could. Old favors. Political connections. He demanded that Mira be brought back for him. But the system didn’t move. Officials hesitated. Lawyers stalled.Because Andrew Thompson was involved.Some claimed Mira was in the U.S., too busy with “business.” Others suggested she’d simply gone silent, changed numbers, lost her phone, disappeared for peace.The whispers didn’t stop there.Some said Astrid had run away.Some said she was hiding after an affair.No one dared believe the truth that Mira had done something unspeakabl
But Mira was nowhere to be found.She wasn’t at home with her father.She never left the country.She just… vanished.The police checked every possible trail airports, street footage. It was as if Mira had dissolved into thin air.Andrew watched in silence, his jaw set, his eyes dark with realization.“She’s hiding,” he said at last. “She knows what she’s done.”The words hung heavy in the air, a truth too cruel for anyone to admit.Outside, reporters swarmed like vultures, headlines twisting every word, every silence. Heiress Missing. Billionaire’s Wife Gone. Mr Brandon Is Back For Revenge.Inside the tension was unbearable. Mr Walton refused to believe that his beloved Mira would want to kidnap her younger sister Astrid.But to Andrew , it no longer felt like coincidence. It felt like a game, one carefully set in motion long before Astrid vanished into thin air.First Mira vanished. Now George was gone too. Andrew became restless when the police reported their discovery to him. Geor
For a long moment, George said nothing. The weight of her words pressed down on him. Finally, he stood and turned toward the window, the skyline reflecting in his hollow gaze.“I’m not broken,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Just tired. And maybe you should be too.”But Mira only laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that echoed through the penthouse. “Tired? No, George. I’m awake now. Wide awake. And if you won’t do something about her… I will.”George turned, alarm flickering in his eyes. “Mira, don’t start something you can’t finish.”She smirked, stepping closer. “Who said I can’t finish it?”Her voice softened. “She took everything from us. Maybe it’s time we take something back.Outside, the rain began to fall, faint at first, then heavier.And somewhere across the city, while Astrid and Andrew toasted under warm golden lights, a storm was quietly gathering.A storm that bore Mira’s name. ********************Andrew travelled for a business trip after the celebration
Weeks later, the world had changed its tune.The same papers that once dragged her through the mud now called her a symbol of resilience.“Astrid Thompson Triumphs Over Corruption.”“From Scandal to Power: The Woman Who Brought Down Brandon.”But behind every headline, behind the glamour and admiration, Astrid felt something hollow.Victory didn’t feel like joy. It felt like release. So sharp yet fragile, and strangely quiet.She spent days reviewing the assets she’d inherited. Among them, one name stood out: The Elysian Hotel - the most prestigious five-star retreat in the country.A place where the elite gathered, where power whispered over champagne, and where deals worth millions were sealed behind closed doors.And now, it was hers. *************************When Astrid walked into the Elysian for the first time as its majority shareholder, the staff lined the lobby in stunned silence.The court had assigned the entire company to her as compensation, she had start
The silence that followed Andrew’s departure lingered like smoke, bitter and suffocating. Astrid stood there, staring at the door as if his shadow still clung to the air. Every word he’d said echoed inside her head, a storm that refused to be quiet.If Andrew had taught her anything, it was that fear only gave others control. And she was done being controlled because she feared Brandon.If she wanted to win to pass this stage of her life, she has to show Mr Brandon her strength, show him that she's not a pushover.By morning when she was found, the city was already whispering her name again. The tabloids. The headlines. The endless gossip, all were pointing fingers, twisting her image into something unrecognizable.Rumors of affairs, manipulation, betrayal were all linked to Mr. Brandon, the innocent billionaire who got caught up in her seduction.He had been waiting for this, this was the perfect news to cover up his leaked medical result. People would view him differently if they kn







