“You— you destroyed my work!” I say angrily. My voice only coming back to me after Roman steps into his office and closes the door. “Are you sure you know what you are saying, Aella?” Lily asks in a concerned tone. “How else did you know to make your own proposals? And don't give me that bullshit story you fed, Roman.” I say through gritted teeth. “Look, Aella, I do not want us to be enemies. How about we hang out later in the week? We could get to know each other and who knows, we might become best of friends.” Lily says with a tentative smile on her face. I stare at her for some time trying to see what her endgame was but I find nothing but sincerity in her expression. I almost feel bad for blaming her with no concrete evidence but then I remember that she is the only one aside from me who had access to this floor, so it had to be her who destroyed my files. “I'm not interested in being friends with you. Stop ruining my work and I might consider being civil with you.” I say in

“I don't care what you did to Roman in the past but right now I'm telling you, I will never let you control or ruin my life in the same way.” I say in a level-headed tone. “You don't know what you're talking about. And I suggest you make findings before jumping to unnecessary conclusions.” Roman's mother says standing up from her position on the chair, glaring at me. “I may not know the whole story, but I know enough to confidently say that you are an evil person who doesn't deserve Roman as a son.” I say angrily. “Why are you defending him? I thought you would appreciate my efforts. Didn't he take you against your will?” Roman's mother says with a scoff and a look of disdain on her face. I have no response for that because even I didn't know the answer to that question. How did she even know that Roman took me against my will? “I suggest you leave now, while I'm being nice and respectful. Roman's driver and security guard are outside, I presume they wouldn't be so excited to see

I pick at my food, refusing to say a word to Roman nor have a taste of the food in front of me.“Do you want me to force-feed you, Princess?” Roman asks with a frown. I glare at him in anger as I stab my fork into the meatball, imagining it was his eyes. I must say, the thought of killing him with the fork has crossed my mind an unhealthy number of times. Roman pushes his chair back and stalks towards me as I force the meatball into my mouth. I'm not taking any chances with him because he just might do as he has said. I gulp the orange juice in front of me, hoping to divert his attention from my far from empty plate. “We are leaving tomorrow, Princess. Don't forget to pack your bags.” Roman says quietly, ignoring my attitude. I roll my eyes when he's not looking and plan to do the exact opposite of his orders. I relax a little when he leaves for his office. He places a kiss on my forehead on his way out. “Make sure you empty your plate, princess.” I manage to take a few more bi

I struggle to keep afloat, fighting against the invisible hands of the water pulling me back down farther and farther into the pool. I try to hold my breath for a second longer but I find myself losing the battle as my lungs struggle for just one breath of air. I feel myself sink lower and lower into the pool. as I gulp in mouthfuls of water till I feel my lungs start to constrict. Just when I'm on the brink of losing consciousness, I feel a hand around my waist and I'm brought up to the surface. I cough and sputter water out of my nose and mouth. I couldn't get in enough air. The lady who brought me out of the water stays silent by my side, probably not knowing what to do. “Thank you for saving me.” I say the moment I get myself under control. “Why were you by the pool if you didn't know how to swim?” The lady asks in an annoyed tone. I look around me, searching for the phone that had brought me closer to the water but I don't find it anywhere. Could it have fallen into the wa

“Do you know him?” Ethan asks in a puzzled tone. “Apart from the fact that he was present in the meeting, I know nothing else about him.” I respond with a grimace. Ethan does not respond but rather goes about typing on the computer. “What are you doing?” I ask in confusion. “Copying the footage, of course.” Ethan responds with a scoff as though he could not believe that I was asking such a stupid question. “You want to show it to Roman.” I say to him as my blood runs cold at the thought. “The person behind this is very powerful, whoever he is. Do you think just a black and white camera footage stolen from the hotel room can indict him or bring him down?” Ethan asks, giving me a flat look. “So what are planning on doing with it?” I ask in a more confused tone. “Gathering evidence of course.” Ethan responds as he plugs in a flash into the computers USB port. “You are going to help me track this person down?” I ask in a hope filled voice. “I can't exactly let my newest partner