The Ruthless CEO's Obsession

“Have she eaten Manang?” I heard him ask one of our helpers here at home.“Not yet. We just left the food in the room so that if she wants to eat, she can eat,” he replied. The two talking outside were silent for a moment. A few minutes ago I heard the door slowly open. I kept clinging more and more to the blanket that covered my body. He must have been angry again. He must have been more angry because I was not obeying. I could feel the bed behind me. Following this was the hug of his warm arm.“You have not eaten yet?” He removed the blanket to eventually expose half of my body. “Don’t you like the food they prepare? Do you want me to cook something new again? ”“I don’t h-have… my appetite. ” No matter how hard it was, I forced myself to answer. “You have to eat it. I’ll just feed you. ” He left the bed. After a while he carried me and bring in the coffee table inside of our bedroom. We both sited in one sit. I am in his lap. There’s a lot of food in the table in front of us.

“Isabelle?” he called me. I am now in the garden planting flowers. This is my new hobby now. Not to mention that this is only a disguise so I can overlook what steps I’ll do once I plan my next escape.“I’m here love.” I lifted the shovel from the ground that I was holding. The hand is also full of soil which makes me roll my eyes. But I need to do it. I have to act that I had no intention why I am staying here in the garden.He walk off to my direction. It looks like he just came from the office. “Planting again?”“I can’t live off a flower.” I reported. I even pouted my lips. “Just let the gardeners do that.” His voice is so cold that it brings shivers to my spine. “I don’t want to.” I dug up the ground again. “I saw this in Twitter. A woman grew a flower and made a bouquet out of the flower. She gave it as a birthday gift for her boyfriend. I also want to make one for your upcoming birthday,” I kept saying.“You want to what?” he asked as if he couldn’t believe it.“I said I want

I lost the time of me staying in this room. There’s something inside of me died because of his actions. The door made a cracking sound indication of it being open. It showed a built of a man that I want to see. I bit my lower lip when he walked closer to me. Sitting in the space besides me. “Y-you came home… so early,” I said while having a stuttering voice. I played my fingers that was hiding in the blanket. He gave me an awkward smile. “The servant said you… prepared something. A food for me?” He tucked in some strands of my hair behind my ears and give me a very soft kisses in lips. “Yeah,” I said in a very low register voice. I point out the trash can near me. “I eat those foods already.” “You didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me you’ll bring me foods.” Is he blaming me? I want to give him a very bitter laugh but I choose not to. I didn’t tell you because it was supposed to be a surprise! Isaak grab my hand and put it in his cheek. His slightly giving a small kiss on the back

I don't love him but he is my husband! If he has the right to be angry when there are men hanging around me then so should I.I rushed down to the first floor. I left Lena upstairs because she was still busy chatting with the boys there.I was just on the stairs when I heard the women whispering. They are like slaughtered animals because they are so excited. There are even people jumping that make you think you've seen an artist.I would never do that. The thrill of seeing artists and other men never excites me now. Since Isaak became my husband, I have not been in love with another man.I went straight down. I need to find Isaak because we are going to eat together today. In front of the building you can see the students standing and looking at something."He's really handsome." I heard a woman whisper."Maybe he's visiting someone here," replied the person she was talking to.“Or a new student.” They laughed softly together.What's up and they're messing around?"Oh my gosh! Amanda

Our shoot was successful. It just took a while because she doesn't know anything about modeling.I will just arrange her pictures in my portfolio as well as the description about my chosen theme.I won't be expecting a higher grade for this. I did really well but I know it's not my best. It's also good because it's just a simple motif for nnow I don't wanna be like the others whose first project is beautiful and then as time goes on the work deteriorates.I take another peek in my DSLR. There are more than 50 shots of Angela posing from different angles. I have many choices. A total of 10 pictures is all that is needed.When I got tired I stopped. Just as I looked behind me, I saw the assistants removing the other design. Angela was accompanied upstairs by the maid to change clothes."I'll go inside the mansion. Don't take the design I told you not to remove." All of them nodded in unison as I said that.I walk slowly while eyeing my DSLR while I’m on my way to the inside of the mansi