The Billionaire's Captive.

I've been sitting in a corner of the gas station where the sun shone less, waiting for two hours now but Oliver still hasn't come. He said the gas station downtown was where we would meet when everyone left for the day.The plan was that he would be waiting for me here and not the other way around. I mean, he knows how much my anxiety spikes up when I'm stressed. He isn't answering my calls either. The good news is that his phone isn't switched off so maybe he's on his way and just got a bit delayed.Yes. That must be it.I have no reason not to trust him. He was even the one who came up with this idea. He wouldn't leave me behind. Absolutely not.But when another hour passes and the sun's rays begin to cast on me in my hiding corner, I'm hit with a fresh wave of disappointment. I don't believe my words of assurance anymore because they sound vague even to my ears.I have an hour left until it's 4 p.m. before my family comes back from wherever it is they usually go on Thursdays. If I

Over the past six months since Oliver betrayed me, I've become a shadow of my former self and that's saying a lot. Oliver hasn't called me either but I've had the time to heal past the betrayal no matter how difficult it has been. I thought things were tough for me all these years, it's nothing compared to how I've been treated these past few months.Lisa never failed to remind me of how I was fucking with her boyfriend. She called me a slut at every chance she got and often said things like “You didn't think anyone would ever love you when you look like that, did you?” Her snarky comments always hit home. I know I'm not in the category of the regular slim build most girls usually weigh. I've always been… curvier than others and I wish it wasn't so. It's hard to love my body when everyone around me reminds me of how ‘fat’ I am.That's one of the reasons I loved Oliver. I thought he saw me for…me. He never called me fat and he made me feel wanted. At least that was what I thought. I g

Stepping into my home office, I breathe a sigh of relief. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to let a male have access to the room I kept Richard's daughter in. Things would have gotten really messy if I hadn't gotten there in time. I have Nana Guadalupe to thank for that. It took her two days to give me reasons why the poor girl shouldn't be treated poorly because of her father's sins. I assured her the poor girl wasn't being treated poorly, but she wasn't having it. “It's dangerous to leave a woman out there by herself. Bring her in so she can help me around here.” She had said, and that was all it took to give in. They are very few people in my life that I usually take instructions from, Nana Guadalupe is one of them. I've known her since I was 10 years old. She was our housekeeper and mum's best friend. Even after my parents died, she stood by me. In her words, I was too young to be by myself. And ever since then, she has refused to go anywhere else even when I took

Almost two weeks into being here, and I can swear that this is the most peace I've ever experienced in a very long time. All I do is to take instructions from Nana Guadalupe all day, which mostly involves cooking.It's almost usually a very small meal for us and Javier. And then, on some afternoons, we prepare meals in large quantities for Javier's associates. Nana Guadalupe is the one who serves them, though. I doubt my legs would ever successfully take me to that side of the house. Not like I've tried or anything, but they are usually so many men trooping in and out of the house, I fear running into them, so I stay as far away from them as possible.Nana Guadalupe understands this and only asks for my help in setting the table when none of the men are present yet. Other than that, I've helped her once when it was just Javier and Carlos.I haven't had any personal encounters with Javier since he saved me from being raped at the cottage and the brief almost encounter in the hallway. I

I've had embarrassing experiences. A ton of them. But someway somehow, last week's incident made the other experiences seem like a child's play. I don't know what was more embarrassing; walking into Javier's office without the confidence to state my request properly or the fact that he totally shunned me.Carlos hijacking me back to my room was definitely the least of my expectations. I thought and had set my mind to being whipped for making such an unruly demand. Getting shot at was also an expectation. If only the floor could open up and swallow me. What the hell was I even thinking, going to ask for my freedom. But that's just it. I wasn't thinking at all. If I was, I wouldn't have subjected myself to such embarrassment.I've been less busy throughout the morning that I decided to catch up on my drawings. I have my third art of the day sitting on my desk as I compare them with the ones I drew a very long time ago when my dad was still alive. I've come a long way and made so much