LOGINIsabella's POVAs I lay on the bed in my room, sleeping, I felt the intense presence of someone hovering above me.My eyes swung open, and I sprang up immediately, shocked to see that Ethan had returned. He stood next to my bed, his gaze fixated on me. My eyes darted to the wall clock, and I saw it was 4 p.m."Good evening," I greeted Ethan, moving back on the bed. My palms reached for the bedsheet, and I grasped it to cover my chest.When did he return? What was he doing in here?"Have you signed the documents yet?" Ethan asked, his voice dangerously calm, and I dreaded his reaction if I mentioned I hadn't."No. I mean, I want to," I spluttered, getting out of the bed.My heart raced, and I moved to the wooden drawer and swung it open.Sweat broke out on my forehead. I grasped the pen and looked at the file."I don't want to have your child," I said, meeting his gaze."You don't have a say in it. My house, my rules. I purchased you, so I choose what goes on in my home.""It's agains
Angela's POV:After speaking with Isabella on the phone, I felt better for the first time in ages.I turned to return to my class. We had a practical course to study human anatomy. So far, my mind was saturated. My gaze remained focused as I wore the latex glove and concentrated on the lecturer's teaching and description.After a hectic day in class, the day drew to a close as the lecture ended and we were dismissed.When I stepped out of the classroom, Florence walked up to meet me. She held her handbag as we walked side by side."So tell me, Angela. What do you have in mind this weekend? Would you like to attend my party? I am planning on hosting a birthday party," she asked, her tone laced with excitement.Would Richard allow me to attend the party? I didn't know, but I forced a tight smile and looked over at Florence."Florence, I don't know if I will be able to attend your party," I told her, my tone apologetic."Why?" Florence exclaimed sadly. "But I want you to attend it. Pleas
Isabella's POV:When I got back into the room, I sank onto the bed, holding the file in one hand and my phone in the other.A knock on the door startled me. I set the phone and the file on the drawer and moved to the door to see who it was.As I swung the door open, I saw Theresa standing there, holding a tray of food in her hands."I brought your breakfast," she said with a smile, extending the tray to me."Thank you," I replied, taking the tray from her.When I looked at Theresa's smiling face, she asked, "Do you need anything else?""No, I'm fine," I replied. My mind raced as I wondered if Ethan was having an affair with his maids.But I didn't think so. I sighed and moved back into the room, set the tray on the table, and walked back to look at the file.I pulled open the second drawer, picked up the file, and kept it inside. Then I went back to sit on the white chair and have my breakfast.I picked up the soft bread—Theresa had brought three pieces for me. I ate the bread and sip
Isabella's POV:I woke up to the loud banging on the door, and I rushed over to see who was standing there.To my surprise, I was shocked to see Ethan standing there. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt that hugged his masculine chest, paired with black trousers and boots. His face looked smooth and fresh, like he had taken his bath."Do you want to spend time gawking at me this morning?" he asked, his expression firm."No. Sorry. Good morning. Why are you here?" I asked him, gulping heavily.His thick perfume scent filled my nostrils, and he gestured for his assistant, who I hadn't seen with him."We are here to talk business before you leave my house. May I come in? I have some business clients to catch up with," Ethan said, as he stole a glance at his wristwatch."Sure. Come in." I stepped back and made way for him to step into my room. The atmosphere thickened as Ethan strode in, followed by his assistant, who wore black."Leave us, Johnson," Ethan ordered, and the muscular man in b
(Angela's POV)The following Monday morning, the sound of the alarm on my phone jolted me awake.I jumped out of my bed, knowing that I was going back to Top Hills University today.I rushed into my bathroom, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and got ready to leave for the university.I bathed quickly, rubbing the sponge over my unclad body, and when I got out, I went to the wardrobe and picked up the white top and black skirt that I had ironed the previous day.After putting on my clothes and shoes, I stood by the mirror, still forgetting to get my favorite cream.When I was done wearing my black shoes, as I carried my black school bag that had my books stuffed inside, I recalled that Richard had said that I wouldn't live in the university campus and I would be going to school from his home. I didn't have a choice but to obey him.What could I do against Richard's order? I paused in front of the mirror, staring at my chest and at the tattoo that had "Richard Henshaw" name on it.I c
(Richard's POV)I attended a mafia event with my father, after sealing a foreign deal, he asked, "Richard, why didn't you bring your property along? You were supposed to bring her to any event to help you relieve stress and tension?"Dad looked at my face as he sat with two women next to him. We were in the VIP suite on the top floor of the luxurious hotel."Dad," I grumbled, not wanting to discuss Angela."Richard, why do I feel like you're treating that young woman differently? Why did you purchase her if you fail to bring her around for her to keep you company?" Dad queried me, his tone firm. I sighed and took a sip from my glass of wine; we both wore black suit.However, the two women with my Dad were caressing his chest, while I shook my head and stood up to excuse myself."Dad, I don't need any form of distraction, so I thought it's best not to bring her along," I replied, my tone firmer, and Dad sighed."Richard, you should, especially on long occasions like this. Don't make th
Richard's POV:Friday night arrived, and I was at the boxing center, getting ready to support my friend, Morgan Kingston, as he was preparing for the boxing match against the next opponent.Morgan was standing in the changing room, wearing his safety gear. His mouthguard to protect his teeth, gums,
Richard's POV: As I took a bite of the delicious yam porridge that Angela had prepared, it tasted so delicious in my mouth. Despite this being her first time learning to cook and preparing the meal, it tasted so delicious that I thought to applaud her. "You did a great job cooking. Or did Madonna
Angela's POV: "Something that I should have done a long time ago," Richard replied, as he pulled me closer to his chest and sealed his lips on mine, kissing me passionately. I knew that he was mad at me. I threatened him with a knife, though I wasn't brave enough to kill him. His lips came down o
Angela's POV; As I walked into the living room of the mansion after Richard, he stood in the living room, waiting for me to come in. As I stepped inside the room, his eyes watched me like a predator, but I held my breath, knowing that I was already going to die soon. The man had anger issues, but







