Ximena's POVMy mind was consumed by thoughts. If only I could escape this life. Why does all the misfortune always come my way? Since my mother's passing, my life has been a never-ending turmoil, as if that wasn't enough, everyone else adds to my burdens. Now, I have to strip a man of his possession just to protect my family. I had no choice after the event that took place between Mrs Miles and I yesterday.***I was in my room, scrolling through my phone, killing time, when I saw Aunt Sadie's name flashing on the screen. She was calling me. When did she start showing any concern for me? I answered the call."Ximena!" Aunt Sadie exclaimed. My heart skipped a beat and I sat up abruptly from my bed."What's wrong, Aunt? Are you alright?" I asked, my voice trembling."Is Mila with you?" she inquired, her tone laced with anxiety."Mila? That's a joke, Aunt. How could Mila be with me? She has plenty of friends to turn to, not me," I replied nonchalantly, relaxing my mind and sinking back
Ximena's POVI smiled to myself, reaching into my bag and retrieving the knife I had taken from the kitchen two days ago. Hudson turned to open the door on his side. "Silence is golden, Hudson Miles Lucas," I declared, brandishing the knife in a menacing manner.“And what the fuck… holy shit! What are you doing with that?” he exclaimed, almost flying out of the car as his back slammed the door.“I’m about to slice you into sellable pieces. Where should I start from?” I asked, inching the knife closer to him.“Stop this madness, Ximena! You are a real fucking bitch. Now put that thing away!” he ordered and I chuckled.“Do you think I am joking, Hudson Miles Lucas? Unlock the damn door now!”“Don’t you know cameras are everywhere?”“Yeah, I know. But it’s such a pity those cameras can’t penetrate these dark glasses you call car windows. It’s either we go into the office in peace or I slice you into pieces and go in myself. The choice is yours,” I declared.“Fine. But you have to behave y
Ximena’s POV“It’s closing time!” I squealed as Hudson started packing his stuff to leave.“Stop yelling, will you?” he grunted.“You are such a boring jerk. You should be happy we have closed already. It has been hell in this office since morning,” I whined, closing my unused laptop and standing up.“I should be the one complaining. You didn’t do shit,” he declared.“That’s not going to affect how I feel right now, poor you,” I pouted and moved from my desk to his.“What now?”“Hey, don’t be like that. At least, I didn’t murder any of your staff. You should be happy about it,” I said with a satisfactory grin.“Here, have this,” he stretched his briefcase to me.“Why?” I asked, staring down at the briefcase.“You are my assistant, you should help me carry it,” he declared.“Really? Sure, I would help you…” I accepted and dipped my hand into my bag, taking out my knife again. “…Provided
Ximena’s POVAnother morning for another tiresome day. I dressed up to go to work. Hudson finished up and picked up his suitcase.“Wait up for me, will you?” I said, hurrying up with my shoes.“Where are you going?” he asked, facing me.“What do you mean by that? Have you forgotten I am your new PA?” I asked, getting done with my shoes.“I thought I spoke with Mother about it already. You can’t come with me, Ximena.”“I wasn’t asking for your permission, Hudson Miles Lucas,” I declared and stood up. “Also, I won’t have you starve me to death today, so you are going to wait for me to have breakfast.”“No… I will do no such thing,” he declared and hurried out. If your mother allows you out of the house without me then it would be spiffing. I took a final glance at myself in the mirror and made to go out. The door creaked open before my hand would even land on the handle and Alberto sneaked in, closing the door be
Ximena’s POV“Hello, Aunty?” I received a call from Aunt Sadie early in the morning as I was getting ready to go to work. “How are you doing? How is Mila?” I asked.“We are not fine, Ximena,” she whined.My heart struck my throat and I had to swallow the lump to compose myself. “W-what happened?” I asked with a shaky voice.“What didn’t happen, Ximena? We are starving to death and you are married to a rich man. Have you forgotten I arranged that marriage for you? We need money. Send us money. Stop enjoying it alone,” Aunt Sadie grouched. I don’t even get it. I thought Mila was a graduate. Can’t she at least get a job and support her mother? What do I have? No completed education, no loving family, nothing. Comparing a university graduate to a dropout, who is in the best position to support a family?“What are you talking about, Aunt Sadie? Where do you expect me to get money from? I am married to a so-called rich man doesn’t mea
Hudson’s POVXimena hadn’t returned to the room since she angrily left earlier. Where the hell did she go to? And why the fuck do I care about that? Yet, I couldn’t sleep. I turned over on the bed. I sat up and sighed. That lady is just so dramatic and overbearing. Fuck! I headed out of the room. Descending downstairs, I saw Kate, one of the servants.“Good evening, Sir,” she quickly greeted and halted in her tracks, avoiding my eyes as best as she could.“Yeah, Kate. Have you seen Ximena?” I asked. Her eyes flitted from one corner of the living room to the other. “What are you searching for? I’m asking after my wife,” I groaned. “Uh, yeah, I… I saw her earlier. She was… going into Little Lady’s room,” she stuttered, fidgeting.“And who the fuck is Little Lady?” I snapped.“Um, Nevaeh. She went to Miss Nevaeh’s room,” she said. I turned and marched back upstairs.I knocked on Nevaeh’s room. No respon
Ximena’s POVIt has been over two weeks since I started working as Hudson’s PA. I still don’t know where to begin ruining him. Whenever I tried to use something against him, my conscience beat me to it. And he hasn’t even aggravated me for a while now. Instead of fueling my anger and letting me do what I have to do to protect my family, he is making things more difficult for me.“Here you go,” Hudson had stepped out earlier only to return to my table with a cup of coffee.“Why?” I asked.“You have become my obedient and loyal PA, I should take care of you,” he said and I chuckled. “You have been working nicely over the week. Care for lunch?” he asked, smiling at me.“Hudson, what’s going on in your head now?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows in suspicion.“I don’t know what you are talking about, Ximena,” he walked to his desk. “You have just ten minutes to be done, except you want me to change my mind about the lunch.”“Yo
Ximena’s POVI scurried into the room and sat down on the vanity stool. My chest was heaving up and down. My heart was following the irregular movement. I touched my cheeks, her ten fingers were imprinted on them. More tears trickled down my face. The caller earlier was Harper. I had to avoid her. I just hope she doesn’t think otherwise. How did Mrs Miles develop such metal hands? Or has my cheeks softened over the weeks?“Ximena?” Hudson called, entering the room. I quickly wiped away my tears and sniffed. He moved closer to me and I tried to avoid facing him as much as I could. “What’s with the attitude?” he asked.“Uh, you are welcome. I will just go freshen up and go to bed,” I said, feeling awkward. I stood up, facing the opposite side.“Ximena?” Hudson called, whirling me around to face him. “You have been crying? What happened to you?” he queried, checking my face. My heart skipped a beat.“Nothing happened to me, get done with this caring attitude,” I tried to snarl my way