Jaselle's POVFor f*ck sake, why is he hell bent on treating me like I am some sort of animal that he can bend to his every whim?And for heaven's sake, how did he get to know that I had planned my escape tonight?Does he have some sort of frigging surveillance cameras on me that I don't know of and can't see?F*CK! I writted my teeth as these thoughts flooded my mind like an endless stream of water was flowing through it.I was not just focused on my thoughts. I was busy trying to free myself from the chair I was strapped onto.But of course, he had me fastened tight that I could barely move a muscle, not even my own two feet.Regardless, I had to try. I would be stupid or maybe even a coward if I had not tried at the very least.Just wait until I get out of here, I'll get you arrested by the police for kidnapping and attempted murder.Attempted murder you would ask. But hey, why not? Not like it'll do either of us any harm if I spiced things up a little to my advantage right?I mea

Jaselle's POV.I was already planning my next move. Being strapped to a chair and starved didn't break my resolve one bit. I was still as determined as ever to get away from him and everything else that I'm being forced to live with at the moment.I decided to be a little bit more careful this time. I was taking a walk in the garden for some fresh air, that was the only thing I could do freely anyway when I heard voices from behind me and I thought of taking a look to see who it was.I took slow steps towards the direction of the voice which was coming from the backyard. As I got closer, I realized it was the maids having a chat over whilst sun-drying the laundry. I had turned to leave but decided otherwise when I heard them bring up a topic that captured my interest."Don't you think it's strange that a woman who looks exactly like the boss's late wife is currently living with us here at the mansion?" One of the maids started.She looked a bit older than I was but I was sure we wou

I was coming down the stairs as I was starting to get bored from locking myself up in my room all day when I saw different faces coming in and out of the house. Each of them held a rack containing very fancy female wears, I wondered who they were for.There were about ten different people I had seen. Four people each stood by a rack, two held different boxes that seemed to contain shoes while the remaining three had different bags with them from top brands I had read about in news articles."What's going on?" I asked one of the maid that stood beside me.Not just her but everyone else stood at attention with their hands forward, one palm ontop the other.All she could say was that Mr Moretti had given orders for everyone to assemble and she did not know for what reason he had said so.I looked away from her back to everything that layed before me screaming high class fashion. My hands itched to have a feel of them.Without second guessing, I moved by each rack, touching every single c

Jaselle's POVI remember while I was still back home in my apartment, each day crawls by as slowly as possible because all I did was lay in my sofa I almost got myself glued to doing absolutely nothing asides sulking and having leftovers for dinner but here in this glorified prison, time seemed to work differently.Asides spending my day wandering around and thinking of ways to escape, I did nothing else but the time ticked by so fast that it was already the next morning since I last saw the Ogre in human flesh.I woke up barely three minutes ago to a long train of people crowded in my room and that was creepy as hell.At first, I thought I was in some kind of trance that had everyone watching me but I soon realized they're the team that's supposed to 'Fix me' I still couldn't believe he sees me as a disgrace and thinks I need fixing but I had settled to go with the flow.Whatever dumb dinner party it is we're to attend might just be my one chance at fleeing away from him like I badl

Jaselle's P O VI knew I was really screwed.And while I remained in his arms silently as he swirled me in rhythm with the soft melodious sound everyone could hear, I swallowed hard more times than I could recall in fear for what is to befall me."There will be consequences" he warned before we got in here and in my attempt at being 'smart' I went ahead and did the one thing he clearly warned me against.I should have found peace in his silence but I only further more felt threatened by it.At this point, I cared less about my freedom and more for my life.I don't remember being this obedient the whole of my life. When he ordered me to sit, I did So quickly like my life depended on it.Well, who am I kidding? my life does depend on it. I just couldn't let myself get me in any more trouble with him at this point. if he wants me to sit, I'll have my ass glued to the goddamn chair till he says otherwise.Perhaps one way to atone for my sin is doing as he says for the rest of the night.