"Strip, bitch!" Reiner commanded. I crawled away from him, feeling nothing but fear for him. He threw his belt away and got on the king-sized bed. "What's the problem?" I asked, stuttering. "D-did I do something wrong?""You heard what I said," he barked, his shadow engulfing me. "Strip. Time for your punishment.""Punishment?" I asked, looking surprised. "Hold the phone. What did I do?"Reiner grabbed both my wrists and pinned them against the headrest of the bed. His breath was getting harder. "You're mine," he rasped, his eyes like holes punctured in paper. "No one must ever touch you in such a familiar way.""Is this because of Sylvester?" I asked, growing more and more scared of him. "I'm sorry if I got you offended but it's not my fault. He was relentless to escort me to our bedroom.""Which makes it the more reason," Reiner bawled. "No man touches my woman. I'm a territorial person. I hate it when someone trys to invade my territory. You must understand you're no longer Laur

Reiner's POV:My hands gripping tightly to the toilet seats, I buried my head in and threw up the entire content in my stomach. I had drank way too much tonight. Dr Phil repeatedly warned me to reduce my alcohol consumption but fuck him. What is life without alcohol? If I don't get a drink once in a while I might go crazy. Funny how Dr Phil keeps yapping about my liquor and how it'd affect my health in years to come. I couldn't care less what he thought about it. No one tells I, Caesar what to do. Rising up to my feet, I flushed the toilet and staggered back into my bedroom. My head was as heavy as a log of wood. My bathroom robe was loose, leaving me half naked as I staggered to the king-sized bed and crashed on it. I am Caesar. A non-loving, whiskey-drinking, billionaire. I answer to no one and tumbled into bed with anyone I deemed worthy of my standards.My great expectations and crushing demands are all perfectly met by more money than I could ever burn.I’d been blessed by

Laura's POV: Wendy dismissed me after serving her desert. She had told me she wanted a taste of my culinary skills before going to bed. A couple of hours ago, I did something I thought I might regret. The only people in Wendy's bedroom was just I and her personal maid, Sandra. I played the violin for her as she demanded, then gave her a more depth about myself. However, in the course of our discussion, I raised a question that's been itching me to ask since I set foot here. It was centered on why Reiner was the least important member of the family and why he was being treated unfairly. Sandra looked surprisingly at me as if I had just commit a hideous crime. But Wendy was intrigued by my boldness. She didn't give me all the answers, instead she went on to tell me how supreme her power was and why it's her right to bestow favor on whomever she chose. I called her bullshit. I was more surprised at myself for challenging her. Wherever that courage surged from, I had absolutely n

Reiner's POV: The helicopter hovered above the tall city of New York City, giving a refreshing view after so many years on the island. It's been like forever since I took a break from the island. Last time I came to New York was to witness Sylvester's wedding to Mariah. Laura was seated beside me, admiring the view. It seemed this was her first helicopter experience. She was acting like a kid on Christmas Eve. "Laura, are you aware Griffin Groups is worth billions of dollars? The company's a big organization— too big for a single person to handle. That's why it's important we work together, Laura. We will have many people under us. Let's not screw this up." Laura rubbed her palms on her flannel pants. There was a long pause. I could hear her breathing. "I'll do my best," she says. "Even though I'm a bit nervous handling a multi billion dollars company alongside with you, I won't disappoint you." I fold my arms and closed my eyes. "I can't say I knows much about how the busine

Laura's POV:Amazing. Was all I could think of Reiner as he took complete charge over everything and everyone. There was no stopping him. He was the boss I've worked with. He doesn't tolerate ill behaviors especially when it comes to his business. I didn't move an inch nor said a word while he went around invading the workers indiscipline amf bringing them to book. I knew judging from his mood right about now if I say something stupid, he would vent his anger on me. I simply followed him meekly like a lamb, keeping my mouth shut and waiting for his next line of action. When Reiner told me to wait outside Dickson's office, I didn't think he was going to return back looking more pissed off than he was seconds ago. Something had happened. Something he saw in Dickson's office that must've triggered him. Reiner was going through the company's code of conduct booklet he found on the secretary's counter when she finally came out of the office. One look at her and I could tell she wa