Tortured by the Devil CEO

The day she has been waiting for ages was finally here. It has to be the benefit of being one of the most successful businessman's daughter, especially a man who wants his legacy to be enjoyed by his family for years to come.He was retiring today, which obviously meant the CEO position would be passed down to none other than, Erika Sterling, daughter of Matthew Sterling. Everything was set. She had put on her black pencil skirt and a blazer on top, with her statement pearl necklace that her dad gifted her, knowing he would appreciate it. It would be the first time she was seeing him in 5 years that she has been away from LA. She gets into her cadillac and the driver takes her straight to the office, Sterling and Co., a top grossing retail company.She entered the huge luxurious building, greeting everyone back because there was not one employee who didn't know her even though she rarely ever bothered checking in with her dad's business. But she was here today, to take what belonged

"You can be my little plaything." He said.Erika's mouth dropped open, she tried to let his words sink in with his devious smile on her face. Plaything.. that's what he wanted.. to toy with her."No.. I wanna go home..""Go, no one's stopping you," he said, backing off like he was clearing the way out. But there was no point. Erika had nothing. "If you want to see for yourself how worthless you are, how no one wants you there, you're free to do so."Erika couldn't even take a step even if she knew a total stranger was telling her what her life has turned to. She shouldn't believe him but she was hesitant. Maybe that's what he wanted. Maybe he was playing deceiving tricks with her so she would just give up."I know you're lying.""Suit yourself," he shrugged like he knew everything. But she wasn't falling for it. She was just starting to walk away when he spoke again. "But do you know what the media is talking about?"Erika froze. The media was never a fan of her with her numerous dati

The small room had white and grey walls with a single bed, bedside table, a small cupboard and an attached washroom. One window opened up to the view of the lawn in the mansion and on the sill, a cactus plant was kept. The room was clean and alright for use but not for Erika.She was shellshocked at that sight and couldn't believe her eyes. The room was 5× smaller than her own bedroom, no skincare, no hair and body care, no clothes, no designer shoes, not even her emotional support jewellery. As she closed the door behind her, she realised she had nothing. She frantically rummaged through her bag that she was sent away with but all she could find was her old clothes. They didn't pack any of her jewellery or designer clothes. If she had them, she could've at least sold a few to get by till she developed a plan. But she was ruined. The room was suffocating her even if it would be fine enough for anyone else. She was getting the ick in every corner of the room, reluctant to touch anythi

Erika looked up at the rest of them looking back at her with murderous gazes. She could feel the stinging burn from the coffee on her leg but she knew she'd recieve no sympathy for that. If she was back at her house, the whole house would've been in shambles trying to care for her.Now all she sees around her is hatred. But the worst out of all of them was Nigel Asher. Something in him was too good at riling her up in the worst possible ways. To the point that she actually was about to hurt someone physically. And there was one and only one way of getting rid of him. Revenge. No matter how unattainable it sounds, she has to do it. And she will.~Erika sat back in her room, looking down at the white shirt and black skirt she was wearing meant for servants, given to her. The way she was brought up, brought the disregard for people at any rank lower than what she was in her mind. There was no way Erika could be accommodative with this."What can I do?" She whispered to herself, falling

ERIKAShe was walking on thin ice, her life being at constant with instantaneous decisions and words spilling out of her mouth without a thought. "Seems like you bought it..," Erika spoke right when he was walking away. He paused and turned back to look at her with now curious eyes, like he was expecting her to keep it interesting, "...sir.""Your confidence thats based on absolutely nothing irritates me the most," he said, leaning slightly on the table as she shook her head, instantly regretting it. "It's almost fun playing with you.""I'm not a plaything," she said, sternly, breaking her character. There was only so much humiliation she could take. He smirked and dawned closer to her, his hands slowly curving around her waist. Erika tensed up but she didn't move, she only took a deep breath as his solid hands grabbed her waist, pulling her close enough."You are.. you are my plaything. I own you," he looked down at her lips and up at the nervousness in her eyes. That somehow seemed