An enormous smile spread across my face as we enter the gates to the mansion and drive up the golden driveway.'And here starts the best days of my life,' I thought."Let me tell you something, Angela, once you step inside this house. I expect you to obey by my rules, and if I should decide to marry you. You become mine, you listen to all that I say. And no man is to ever lay eyes or hands on what is mine. You get that?"''Yes Leo." I nod."Good, now come."I happily get out of the car to follow behind Leo, he pause for someone to open the door. And I take that time to admire the outside of the house. I feel like an ant staring up at this massive mansion. It is more beautiful up close, painted in yellow and white.I glance over at Leo, glad that this is finally happening.I always knew I would be a millionaire, even if it isn't self made. Still, I am here, about to live my best life.The door finally opens, to which I see two large suitcases to the left and a small bag on top of that.

On the third day, I feel like pulling my hair out. I am still in this robe which smells like every food that I ate. The people with those clothes haven't showed up and I'm bored. I have nothing to do, there is no TV to watch. I can't find my phone, and I can't go anywhere because of the lack of appropriate attire."Can this get any worse?" I ask myself as I eat the last of the oatmeal.If I had known that it would be like this, I wouldn't have wasted so much food. I cooked more eggs than necessary and played with the rice. Now the food is running out.I thought the maids would have been here by now, but until now they haven't shown up. And I am not about to eat oatmeal for my dinner.I just wish Leo will get back soon. I can't wait for tomorrow. I really need a spa day, maybe even a vacation."Can I go to the pool?" I hear a tiny voice ask.I get up from around the table to go see who is here, because I was never told about visitors.When I get to the foyer, I see a woman dressed in a

For a week, I have been treated like nothing but a slave. I am on my feet for more than nineteen hours, starting from four am to eleven pm. Then, for an hour and a half, I am forced to have sex with Leo. After that, I hardly have time to sleep.I lay wide awake now at quarter to two, too tired to sleep. Which I never know is possible. I think I have also developed restless-leg-syndrome because even now that I am laying still; it feels as if I am walking around.A single tear runs down the side of my face. I can't believe how quickly things have changed. But I caused this down on myself. I stole another woman's husband without even thinking about what their relationship is like.But now I see and understand. Natasha was miserable and all for a good reason. No wonder why she thanked me when leaving. I just set her free from a prison. She was a captive here and now I'm truly a replacement.I was so caught up in trying to get Leo from her that I ignored the signs. The black eye, the scrat

Before the sun even comes up, someone is shaking me awake and yelling at me to get up.I open my eyes to see that it is Leo's sister."What do you want?"She glares down at me before speaking. "My brother said to wake you, it is soon time for your wedding."I suck my teeth at her."I'm not going anywhere, I refuse to marry that man," I say, but of course it is all a show to act as if I am not interested when really I know that I will get half of all that he has.I might even take his company, and my father can finally live his dream. More like I'll live it for him."Fine, I'll go get him. Maybe he can motivate you to get your lazy ass up.""I'm far from lazy.""Really? Because my brother told me what you did the day I vivisted.""I wasn't going to clean up the mess that you purposefully made.""What kind of woman are you, then? Did you think you were going to come here and live freely?" She laughs.But they are cut short when Leo walks into the room."What's going on here?""She refus

The only reason for me to know how long I have been in this basement for is because of the woman who comes to give me food. And for the three square meals a day, I can tell that I have been here for a week now.I keep asking her questions, but she never responds. Just put the food down and leaves.On the eighth day, I lay on the small bed and cry. I have no one to blame but myself. I put myself in this position all because of money. Now I'm being mistreated by the man I stole.I turn to face the wall, which had lines to show that I was not the only one to be locked down here, counting the passing day.I wonder if those other women knew what they were getting themselves into."Did Natasha know?" I ask out loud.If only I hadn't been so envious, I wouldn't be here. And maybe if I hadn't been a bitch, someone would have been worried about me already.All those women are right. I am a selfish person. All I am after is money, but look where that gets me. Abused and locked up.I should have