She didn't know how she ended up with a place like that. She was only trying to find food. Her stomach was hurting so bad from hunger. Someone offered her food but she didn't realise it was only a trap to capture her. Now, she was lined up together with the girls that had also been abducted like her.They were being cleaned, starting from their heads and to their toes. The people who abducted them made sure they were clean and good enough before they ushered them towards the dressing room. They put some makeup on their faces before they dress them up with some tiny clothes, barely covering their bodies.It was cold and made Margarette shiver, though she paid no mind to it. The moment they were pushed through a platform, her attention was no longer focused on the discomfort she had. Instead, her focus was disrupted by the cries of the girls she was with. They have been crying since they were in the cell, shaking in fear and distress. She was supposed to feel the same way like them, bu

It has been 5 days since the auction. Margarette rarely sees Xavier around the house for the next couple of days. People dressed in black scattered all over the mansion. They were stoic, like a robot, and didn't talk to her. Though, she was allowed to go to the garden and has a personal maid following after her, tending her needs.She was really lucky. Not only was she given a delicious meal every day, but she also had to live a happy and privileged life. Being bought by him was a blessing in disguise. Margarette was so grateful to her owner.But then, she knew little about him yet. He was so rich, he had so many men, maids, and a huge house. But she barely sees him around. Margarette began questioning her role in this house.Wasn't she bought for a purpose?She has yet to know it, though."Ma'am, the boss wants to see you," her personal maid, Clarise, said. Margarette's heart began to beat quickly. She stood up almost immediately and followed Clarise nervously. Clarise knocked on Xa

Margarette soon found herself inside her own room. She embarrassingly left her underwear in Xavier's office while she scurried away from the room. Her face was beet red as she ran so it didn't go unnoticed by the housemaids. They already knew what it meant in their boss' office. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God," she chanted, pacing back and forth inside her room while biting her finger. She was nervous and beyond embarrassed. She couldn't imagine seeing herself around with him. What she did was already too embarrassing and she wished not to see him again.Margarette literally jumped when she heard a knock from the door. She feared that it was Xavier, but upon hearing Clarise's voice, she relaxed. She hastily opened the door and pulled Clarise's in. Clarise was perturbed upon seeing Margarette's face and she asked, "Why? What happened, ma'am?"Margarette squealed and blushed hard. She sat at the edge of her bed and stared with widened eyes at Clarice. Her heart was beating loudly against her

Bride? That man was probably misinterpreting their relationship. They are way too far from being in a relationship. They're not even friends to begin with. Xavier was her owner, the one purchased her and saved her from the auction. Margarette is just one of his properties.She sat timidly beside Xavier and the two men chatted about stuff she couldn't understand. She wasn't even trying to listen to their conversation because she found it way too important a matter she should be meddling with."Your appetisers, misters, and ma'am," a waiter said as he put dishes on the table with beautiful plating. Margarette couldn't help but to salivate at the sight of it."Well, why don't we have a little food and talk about this beautiful milady beside you," Mr. Fobster said as he glanced at Margarette with a malicious grin."Don't mind her. Let's just talk about our deal," Xavier said formally without any sign of emotion in his voice. His hand was holding a glass of champagne and his other hand was

It was the day they'd attend the charity ball. Margarette was being beautified by the make-up artists. She wore a mermaid backless emerald gown with a slit on one of her hips. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail with a real diamond clip on the root. Her small face was being drawn with perfection.  After putting her final touch, which was her scarlet lipstick, Margarette now looks like a goddess. It wasn't an overstatement. In fact, it was literal. One look of her and she'll definitely take your breath away. "I've never seen such beauty from my nearly 50 decades of existence," said the designer of her gown. The make-up artist was in awe, and she could only nod her head in approval.  "Indeed..." Margarette was oblivious of their admiration, she turned around and smiled sweetly at them. "Thank you!" They blinked their eyes. They forgot that this goddess was still a c