Adding a pinch of salt, chili flakes, and some onion, I begin whisking the eggs gently. I had already made pancakes and fried the bacon. I can't believe I have learned to cook so many dishes in just a matter of a few days. Back in my house, I never liked cooking. Nor did mom force me to cook anything or even learn it. But I have started having fun in the kitchen. It is a great way to pass my time and distract my mind from things that are going on. There is a famous saying 'Empty mind is the devil's workshop'. And I don't want to let any devil rule my brain. I was almost done with making breakfast when Kiki entered the kitchen with her see-through nightie. I turned my attention back to my omelet. I feel a repulsive ogle on the side of my face, but choose to brush it aside knowing its Kiki. "This must be fun for you, isn't it?" She questions me out of nowhere. "What do you mean," I asked her, turning briefly towards her before going back to the almost d

After breakfast, Ivan and Kiki went out for some work and Dean. Dean was nowhere in sight. Maybe this is my chance. I can escape from here. But the question is how? This warehouse is located in the middle of the woods. Maybe I can find some help. I am sure some vehicles must be passing by. But then why will they leave me alone here, without anyone to look after me? Maybe they're trying to take my test. Yes, that must be it. My gaze suddenly falls on the ring on my finger. It didn't feel like it was mine. I felt rage bubble inside me. It felt like Ivan brought the ring just to taunt me. To remind me who is in charge. To remind me who is the superior one. Men like him couldn't be insouciant about other's sentiments; they just could not stay fixed with a single partner. So I just don't understand why he wants me to be his girlfriend. Is he planning something big? I was about to take off the ring, but before I could, I remember Ivan's threat. I st

  I was sitting on the bed thinking like always. When a knock rattled at the door, it interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I frowned, wondering who would visit at this time. It can't be Ivan, he never knocks at the door. I walked to the door and swung the door open. To my surprise, Dean was standing on the other side of the door with an arrogant grin on his beautiful face. Seeing him there, my whole body felt restless. What is he doing here? His smile widened as he noticed the discomfort in my eyes. Sadistic rascal "What are you doing here?" I asked. My tone came a little harsh, but I don't care. I wasn't in a good mood for his game. Actually, I don't think I'll ever be in the mood for his games. I didn't want to be alone with Dean, this man annoys me to no extent. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" He said with a sweet fake smile. "No" Before I could shut the door. His hand flew

  Ivan doesn't bother to hide the shock in his features as Sasha announced to him about my pregnancy. Silence fills the room as Ivan just stares at me with indecipherable expressions. He didn't look angry nor did he look happy. I was petrified about what was going to happen next. It is so still that I feel myself losing my sanity from the deafening silence. "David, call the doctor," was all Ivan said. "D-Doctor but why?" I asked suddenly, alert. "We are getting rid of that thing," Thing? His face is void of any emotion as he says that. My eyes widen in horror as the tremor runs through my back. He can't do this to me. He can't kill my baby. "What do you mean by getting rid? And why are you calling our baby, thing? It's not a thing," I said angrily. "We are getting rid of the baby," he replied. "No, please," I shook my head, looking at him. "Please, Ivan, don't do this, I will do anything," I begged him. My

    On the way back to the warehouse, Ivan did not say a word, but it was clear that he was angry after everything that had happened in the restaurant. I still don't understand why he was angry. I wore the dress he gave me. Then why did he act the way he did? I felt like I was solving the hardest puzzle. I snapped my head toward him. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles had turned pale because of his tight grip on the steering wheel. I was surprised it had broken under the pressure. "Ivan..n," I called him out, but I got no response. Maybe he didn't hear. I cleared my throat to make myself comfortable. "Ivan," This time my voice came out a bit more confident than before. Again he didn't respond. Now it was clear that he was ignoring me. "I- I didn't do anything. Please try me," I said, my voice breaking at the end. "One more word. If I hear one more word from you I'll cut your tongue off," I couldn't help but frown. I d