She was taken into the mansion of Ivanov where armed men scattered around the seemingly palace of her owner. She wasn't given any clothes to get warmed nor was she given any privacy when she was pulled out of the car. His people, though, never dare to spare a glance at the stranger in their house. They knew better than to anger their leader.
Her owner pushed her against an old, petite woman. "Bring her to one of the guest rooms and clean her up. I want her in the dining room at eleven. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," said the middle-age woman who nodded her head politely to the young boss.
Margarette watched as he walked away upstairs. His back was so lean and ripped against his tux. She gulped. There was no doubt he was a wealthy man.
"Let's go, ma'am," the said woman.
She nodded her head and let the woman take her to one of the rooms. She was ushered towards the bathroom and was bathed before being dressed into an oversized shirt and a loose short. It was comfortable enough for her not to get cold even though it strips down on her skinny body every time.
"My name is Margarette..." she said, opting a conversation towards the woman. The old woman nodded her head briefly and didn't even bother to reply to her. "Uhm, w-what's your name?"
"Apologies, but I am not permitted to talk to you, miss."
"Huh? Why?" she asked dumbly, earning another silence from the woman. She sighed as she fidgeted her fingers. Why was she here in the first place again? Ah, Margarette remembered. She escaped and was abducted, and now she was being purchased.
"The boss wanted you downstairs at five. Let's go."
The woman who's name was still unknown to Margarette, yanked her up gently by the arm and pulled her down to the dining room. There, waiting at the head of the table was her owner. She locked gaze with her and she offered a kind smile to him, which earned a glare from him.
"Sit down."
Margarette was about to sit down when her owner tapped his lap almost boringly. She tilted head innocently, confusion plastered on her face. She walked towards him instinctively. When she was a few inches from him, she let out a squeal of shock when she was pulled unceremoniously into the man's lap.
"Stop moving," he said gruffly against her ear, making her shiver and quiet down. His strong arm was wrapped around her small waist. He took a deep breath, as if sniffing her.
She unconsciously shivered upon hearing his voice and feeling his breath against her skin.
"Am I not going to eat?" she asked innocently after seeing there's only one plate on the table. She was disappointed but she kept her mouth shut to ask for food, afraid to anger her owner. She's really hungry, and just seeing the food on the table makes her stomach grumble.
"Eat." Her owner, who's name was still unknown to her, pushed the plate closer to her. It was filled with food.
Margarette's eyes widened. She looked over her shoulder and met his eyes. With a bright smile, she said, "For real?"
He clenched his jaw, nodding his head. In his head, he thought that the woman was just too skinny and needed a little nutrients. He doesn't like skinny women, a little healthier is enough with him.
"Yes."
By hearing that, Margarette spent no time eating. She ate as if she hadn't eaten for decades. She hums at her every intake of food, as if she was raised in a cave and wasn't able to have these privileges. Unconsciously, her owner's lip twitched into a smirk.
Margarette was so lost in the moment. She felt like she was in ecstasy upon tasting the five-star-like food. It was made by her owner's personal chef.
After filling her stomach full, she let out a giggle. With a huge grin, she turned to look at him and smiled sweetly, oh so genuinely.
"Thank you!" she cheered, oblivious to the boner she gave to the male she was sitting on the lap with. She kept moving as she ate and hums whenever the food tastes good in her mouth. Her owner thinks that she's probably doing it on favour.
To be fucked thoroughly and get paid.
Her owner already knew what kind of person she was like. She's one of those women who doesn't mind getting sold to black market as long as they benefit from it.
Money, jewellery, and luxury.
'Tsk. Typical women,' Her owner thought.
After the late dinner, they went up to his office. He sat down on his swivel chair and she sat down in front of him. She roamed her eyes around, curious at what she was seeing. It was really nice here. It screams wealth.
"I guess you already know what role you will be playing here, little slut," he spoke harshly.
Margarette jumped, startled. But it was not because of his harsh tone or for his offensive words, but because he had spoken words longer than he had earlier.
"My name is Xavier. Xavier Ivanov. And you will be calling me 'sir' every damn time. Do you understand?" he said, his voice cold, his face was void of any emotion.
She nodded her head and smiled. "Yes, sir."
He smirked. "Good girl. Now, tell me about yourself."
She pursed her lips before taking a deep breath. "First, I want to thank you for purchasing me—" he cut her off.
"Thank me?" he said, chuckling darkly.
She nodded her head, brows knitting in confusion. "Yes. I want to thank you for buying me and giving me food. I'm grateful."
Now, it was his turn to get confused. 'Is this woman a nut, isn't she?' he thought.
He tilted his head and looked at her from her head and down to her bare feet. She really is beautiful.
"My name is Margarette, but you can call me Flower. That's my nickname. I'm nineteen years old."
"Flower..." he uttered, smirking.
She smiled approvingly. "Yes, it sounds much better."
Suddenly, the smirk on his face dropped as if it was never there before. "You speak when I allow you to. Do not speak unless I tell you so. Remember this, I own you and I do what I please."
Margarette was taken aback. Her heart slightly throb. She looked down on her feet shamefully.
"Sorry..." she whispered as she took a glance at him.
"Tsk."
She flinched upon hearing and seeing his disappointed face. He just literally told her not to speak unless spoken to, but there she goes, breaking it immediately.
"You're a bad girl, Margarette. Not obeying what her sir told her to do. Now, the next time you disobey me I will receive a punishment. Understood?"
She nodded her head.
He let out a low growl. "Words."
She flinched, suddenly lost. He told her not to speak and now he wants her to speak?
"B-But you said—"
"Answer me when I ask."
Her lips pouted so childishly. "Okay—"
"Answer me."
"Y-Yes, sir..." she said, fidgeting her fingers nervously.
"Good girl," he praised, and surprisingly it made her heart suddenly flutter. "Come over here."
She obeyed reluctantly. She stood beside his chair and waited for further instruction.
He pulled her to his lap and pressed his lips against her earlobe, making the hair on her name stand up. He, then, whispered against her skin, "From now on, you will be my doll... Flower."
It has been 5 days since the auction. Margarette rarely sees Xavier around the house for the next couple of days. People dressed in black scattered all over the mansion. They were stoic, like a robot, and didn't talk to her. Though, she was allowed to go to the garden and has a personal maid following after her, tending her needs.She was really lucky. Not only was she given a delicious meal every day, but she also had to live a happy and privileged life. Being bought by him was a blessing in disguise. Margarette was so grateful to her owner.But then, she knew little about him yet. He was so rich, he had so many men, maids, and a huge house. But she barely sees him around. Margarette began questioning her role in this house.Wasn't she bought for a purpose?She has yet to know it, though."Ma'am, the boss wants to see you," her personal maid, Clarise, said. Margarette's heart began to beat quickly. She stood up almost immediately and followed Clarise nervously. Clarise knocked on Xa
Her heartbeat quickened its pace. Her hands shook as she was guided through his desk. He lifted her up and made her sit atop of it. He smirked, a mischievous glint was sparkling in his eyes. He returned towards his swivel chair and sat down. Now facing in front of him was the sitting Margarette on his table. The fact that she wasn't wearing any panties made him almost drool in anticipation. He can not wait to get a taste of her sweet pussy. "Part your legs for me, doll," he said hoarsely. "Let your sir see your fucking cunt."Margarette visibly trembled upon hearing his hoarse voice. She was motionless and speechless. She doesn't know what to do. Was he really asking her that?She gulped as slowly, she allowed her legs to function. She parted her legs, making the air from the a/c hit her core, making her shiver. Unbeknownst to her, she was making him go nuts. With those slow movements, those natural seductive faces she makes, and the fierceness in her eyes, it would definitely make a
Margarette soon found herself inside her own room. She embarrassingly left her underwear in Xavier's office while she scurried away from the room. Her face was beet red as she ran so it didn't go unnoticed by the housemaids. They already knew what it meant in their boss' office. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God," she chanted, pacing back and forth inside her room while biting her finger. She was nervous and beyond embarrassed. She couldn't imagine seeing herself around with him. What she did was already too embarrassing and she wished not to see him again.Margarette literally jumped when she heard a knock from the door. She feared that it was Xavier, but upon hearing Clarise's voice, she relaxed. She hastily opened the door and pulled Clarise's in. Clarise was perturbed upon seeing Margarette's face and she asked, "Why? What happened, ma'am?"Margarette squealed and blushed hard. She sat at the edge of her bed and stared with widened eyes at Clarice. Her heart was beating loudly against her
What he said lingered in her head all through the night. I stayed awake all evening, resulting in eye bags the next morning. She yawned as she ate her breakfast in the living room. She was allowed to watch television in the mansion. Though she has been watching a kid's movies since that was her favourite. Honestly, she's too young in her heart and personality. Even though she's already 19 and capable of bearing a child of her own, she was acting like a kid deprived of freedom when she was young, and now that she has got the chance to be able to experience being young again, she's not going to waste it.As she focused on the television, a tall and lean figure appeared from the distance. Xavier was watching as Margarette busied herself watching kid's movies and he couldn't help but to get amused at the naive girl. She's really stupid.Shaking his head, he opened his phone when he received a message. It was from his father, Alexander Ivanov, and Xavier doesn't have to open the chatbox t
Bride? That man was probably misinterpreting their relationship. They are way too far from being in a relationship. They're not even friends to begin with. Xavier was her owner, the one purchased her and saved her from the auction. Margarette is just one of his properties.She sat timidly beside Xavier and the two men chatted about stuff she couldn't understand. She wasn't even trying to listen to their conversation because she found it way too important a matter she should be meddling with."Your appetisers, misters, and ma'am," a waiter said as he put dishes on the table with beautiful plating. Margarette couldn't help but to salivate at the sight of it."Well, why don't we have a little food and talk about this beautiful milady beside you," Mr. Fobster said as he glanced at Margarette with a malicious grin."Don't mind her. Let's just talk about our deal," Xavier said formally without any sign of emotion in his voice. His hand was holding a glass of champagne and his other hand was
As they drove back to the mansion, Margarette's head was filled with the words he said back in the car. It positively lifted up her soul and she found herself cheering up a little bit.She was exhausted by then. As soon as she entered the house, she immediately excused herself to go upstairs to her room and sleep since she had already eaten her lunch back in the restaurant. Now that she's alone in her room, she sighed and threw her back on the soft mattress. Her mind was going back to the event earlier in the restaurant.She couldn't help but to shiver upon remembering that man. She was really uncomfortable with his presence and she doesn't know why. He gave off this feeling that made her hair in the nape rise. She was scared of him and she couldn't shake off the feeling of being afraid whenever she remembered him.Earlier at the restaurant, she kept her gaze on her plate, barely lifting her head because she was afraid to meet Christian Fobster's eyes. She wanted to seek comfort in Xa
It was the day they'd attend the charity ball. Margarette was being beautified by the make-up artists. She wore a mermaid backless emerald gown with a slit on one of her hips. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail with a real diamond clip on the root. Her small face was being drawn with perfection.After putting her final touch, which was her scarlet lipstick, Margarette now looks like a goddess. It wasn't an overstatement. In fact, it was literal. One look of her and she'll definitely take your breath away."I've never seen such beauty from my nearly 50 decades of existence," said the designer of her gown. The make-up artist was in awe, and she could only nod her head in approval."Indeed..."Margarette was oblivious of their admiration, she turned around and smiled sweetly at them. "Thank you!"They blinked their eyes. They forgot that this goddess was still a c
Margarette closed her eyes as the blinding light from the camera flashes hit her. It was the thing that greeted them the moment they entered the hall through the grand entrance. They walked on the red carpet, leading into the wonderful hall. She walked gracefully beside Xavier, her hips swaying seductively every walk she had. Her slim frame and voluptuous boobs and booty were being emphasised by her tight mermaid dress. The emerald colour of her clothes was even highlighting her soft, milky and flawless skin. And her face. People gasped upon seeing her face. She was definitely gorgeous. She looks like a goddess. She has a small, angelic face. Plump lips, cute nose, and doe-eyes. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, making everything perfect. It was as if she's a living doll. Flawless at all. She smiled at the people who were looking into her way. She was happy to be able to interact with other people in an event like this. She wasn't able to come to this even though her father