Epilogue Richard's POVThinking that meeting Lenora when we were little was the most surprising thing ever, I was so wrong. This, that I am seeing right now in front of me, was worse. I was sitting in a chair not to make myself comfortable but because my legs couldn't carry my weight as I was experiencing the shock of my life. “Remo?” Tears welled up in my eyes as my heart shattered over and over again. This has to be a dream, this cannot be true. My best friend is the mastermind behind everything that has been going on.How can I explain to anyone who knows the both of us that Remo is the spy, the betrayal in my life? What did I ever do to deserve this from him? What's my offense? Since when has this been happening? Questions kept ringing in my heart as I stared at the man tied to the chair. His feet and hands were tied up but his eyes stared right back at me. Blood was dripping down his dangerous-looking face, He had been tortured by the men, until he confessed to his crimes.
CHAPTER ONE My cheek flared with heat, the echo of the slap rang still in my ears, and time seemed to slow as the sharp pain radiated throughout my face. I stumbled back at the impact, my hand found my face impulsively, I lowered my head in case he tried to slap me again.“You're going to keep acting stubborn, huh?” Marco snarled, pulling me by the hair and lifting my face to meet his. “Do you know how much money I lose every day because of you?” He grabbed me roughly by the face, his breath reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, I wished I could cry but I had run out of tears somehow, anger and humiliation simmered within me but I was helpless against him, if I tried anything funny they could hurt me worse than they already had.“I will break you, you don't want to work right? Let's see how you do two more days without food.” He hissed, letting go of my face he stormed out of the room leaving me to the mercy of two Samoan-looking men. I crumpled up in a corner in the empty room, to th
CHAPTER TWO “Mr. Osvaldo, fancy seeing you here in my office,” Marco exclaimed as he walked into his office, followed by two security men, he flashed a very toothy smile at him showing off his teeth grills which were made out of fake gold.He scowled when he noticed me sitting in the corner of his office, but then for some reason he chose to ignore me. Sitting behind his desk he propped his legs up on the table, crossed his fingers in a business-like manner and then spoke, “My men tell me you want to buy her out of this… industry.” He drawled, on the last part.“I'm proposing a million dollars,” Mr. Osvaldo responded, concisely. “That was very straightforward, Mr. Osvaldo, you made a good bargain but her contract states that she would be working here until she pays her debt off.” Marco said, smiling impishly. I don't owe any debt, matter of fact I was sold to him for a price even lower than what Mr. Osvaldo had proposed, he lied about the debt to get a higher bargain. If I were to
CHAPTER THREE I woke up to the sound of someone rustling in the room and when I peered to see who it was, I saw Mrs. Elton draping the blinds shut. “Good morning, Mrs. Elton,” I greeted, stifling a yawn.“Oh dear, did I wake you? I didn't mean to.” She said, “It's really, okay, I should be up anyways, what time is it?” I yawned, looking around for an alarm clock. “It's 12pm.” She replied, turning down the thermostat.“Oh, shit.” I exclaimed, becoming fully awake. Mrs. Elton chuckled, moving towards the door she said “Brunch will be ready soon, Yara will help you out with your bath.” I wanted to let her know that I could prepare my bath myself but she left the room before I could say anything. Yara bolted in later, with a huge smile on her face, she looked like a happy person and the dimples on her face quite suited her personality, she was also quite the chatterbox. After I had gotten out of the bath, she had clothes laid on the bed and I wondered whom they'd belong to. Yara
CHAPTER FOURMr. Osvaldo listened intently to my story, and when I was done telling it, he went silent like he was contemplating on what to do with the information he had gotten.“I don't mind working as a cleaner, if you wouldn’t mind…” I offered but was cut off mid sentence.“Who said anything about you working for me?” He retorted, going back to sorting the paperwork he had on his desk.“Excuse me.” I blurted out, genuinely confused by his statement.He stacked his paperwork aside and looked up at me with a very serious expression. "I have a better proposal for you if you're willing to comply, of course."If I was willing to comply? Given my limited options, I had no choice, as long as it wasn't prostitution."What's your proposal, Sir?" I asked, a little anxious to hear what he was about to say.He stared at me with a very serious expression on his face, “Lenora Prescott,” He began “Will you marry me?” “That's a good one,” I burst out laughing, amused by his all of a sudden quest
It had been over a month since I signed the contract with Richard and to be honest there wasn't much to do. Yara wouldn't hear of me helping around the house, treating me like I'd break if I touched a sponge. And Remo; my assigned bodyguard wouldn’t accept my request to leave the house because ‘The boss’ disapproves of it. I had gained a couple pounds and my bruises had healed, well, most of them. “You're wearing this boring outfit again?” Yara sighed, as she walked into my room with a tray of smoothie and snacks. “I really like you, Mrs. Lenora but I hate your sense of style.” “No one wears fancy dresses and jewelry at home," I retorted, snapping my journal shut.“You're the lady of the house at least look the part, on some occasions.” She responded, leaving the tray on a stool, she went ahead to open the window drapes muttering under her breath. “And let some light in, this room looks as gloomy as your outfit.” “Sometimes I wonder who is incharge of who.” I chuckled, taking a si
I stood alone in front of a display case, in the jewelry store. Yara tried going all out in choosing my outfit for the night and no matter how much I objected to her idea of going all out, she simply wouldn't hear of it. “You're going out with the boss, you have to look your very best or else everyone would just think you're his P.A.” She had told me earlier and with how expensive I was looking, I couldn't imagine anyone thinking that. But of course at the end I wore something simple leaving Yara highly devastated. The necklaces sitting on the display case were stunning, I trailed my fingertips over the glass case as if I were caressing the gems on one of the necklaces. It was a real diamond, I could tell because this wasn't any ordinary Jewelry store, it was Harry Winston. “I would advise that you don't stand too close or lean on that.” A female staff walked up to me and suggested quite rudely.I gave her a confused stare and replied, “Yeah, I'm barely even touching it.” “Please
“You wouldn’t be this tired if you went to bed when you were asked to.” Richard nagged, as Vanya handed me a cup of coffee at the breakfast table.“Is this Latte?” I yawned.“It's a Macchiato.” She responded, gesturing for me to drink up.I took a sip and grimaced at the bitter taste of the coffee. I've always been a sweet tooth and did not have a good liking for bitter things. “I can't take this, I need cream with it and sugar.”Richard shook his head at Vanya in disapproval and she retreated to the kitchen in silence, “What do you mean, I can't have cream and sugar with my coffee?” I ranted.“Take your coffee and breakfast, so that we can leave, I haven't got all day.” He reprimanded.“I thought you said Remo was taking me?” I asked, trying to gulp down the coffee in large portions. “Times like this, you make me feel like I'm dealing with some sort of child.” Richard sighed.“I don't recall ever telling you I was mature, you just assumed that.” I retorted, taking the last gulp of t