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Ella “Alpha please.” I hear Jax tell his father. I am concerned about the fact that he can not call his father dad or even father, but calls him with his title. That was not however the first concern. Why does he want to see me? Venessa has clearly told him about me. From everything I've just heard, Venessa is clearly the one who always tells him everything that happens in Steele's life. “I said I want to see her!” Alpha Steele insists. “I want to see who my granddaughter is being taken care of!” He yells at Jax. It quickly turns into a full blown argument, Jax finding all possible ways to make sure his father doesn't see me. I leave the scene at once, back to my room, shutting the door really hard as my heart races in fear. It takes a long time before I hear a knock on my door. It is Jax. He looks at me for a while, sighs. “My father wants to see you.” He says to me before leaving. It's obvious he could not stop his father. Now, my heart races even faster, fear causing goosebu

Ella As I go down on my knees, wet rag wiping off Jax's cum, I ask myself what I have just witnessed. It has to be the most disgusting thing yet. How could Vanessa be so dirty before me? What kind of twisted psycho is she? To be able to pull that off and keep a straight face is something else. Jax is the worst. I thought he was a real man, but I see who he really is now, a weakling, falling to the command of his father, like he was some kind of serving boy. What makes it worse is the fact that he enjoyed it at some point. He gave up fighting and grabbed unto her waist, fucking her as though his life depended on it. In fact, I wouldn't be wrong if I said they forgot I was watching and just immersed themselves in the moment. It was wild, what I just witnessed. Her moans still ring fresh in my head and the sight of Jax's cock trusting through her pussy makes me even more sick than I should be. Deep down, I wonder if it is just pure anger, or a little bit of jealousy is mixed. I re

Tears roll down my eyes as I look out the window, through my cell, looking at the outside world, a place I have no hope of being again. My best is heavy and my eyes are teary. I feel an ache in my stomach, not hunger, but regret. “I should have walked out of that house the day I saw it was Jax!” I tell myself. I think I'm losing my mind. I've been here for less than a day and I'm already going psycho, telling occasionally and twisting my hair. I do this because I want to distract myself. It however doesn't work. It would if I was going to be staying for one week, but I am not. I will be here forever if I'm not mistaken. I think about my mom and how she is doing. I haven't spoken to her for a while. I didn't call her before coming here, I didn't have the guts to. I wonder what she will do when she discovers I'm locked up in prison. Her treatment just got better because the money to find it was finally present. With nothing, she will definitely go back to being sick again. I think

Ella's POV The first plan definitely involves going back into that house a sex slave. That is the only way. The only problem now is that I do not have access to Jax, the same way I used to. He hasn't been to my cell for a while, but I know he one day will. When he does, I'll just be prepared for him. *****One day, as I prepared to go to school, my phone in my hands, it rings. It is my mother calling for the first time. I have tried to avoid her for these few days because I do not want her to know the condition I am in. I am too ashamed to. As the phone rings before me, my mind weighs on it. Should I or shouldn't I? “Why don't you pick it up?” I tell myself. “You can always lie about everything.” That is actually something I can get behind. I answer the call, my voice set and smile wide. I am ready to paint a picture that isn't there, but I meet a different fate when the phone reaches my ears. “My daughter!” I hear my mom scream from the other side, as though she is being a

Ella's POV The next thing I do is call Wendy, the person who suggested sending an email to the royal family.“How much were you given?” Wendy asks immediately she picks up the phone.I pause for a while. “Nothing,” I say.Wendy exclaims in shock. “Why were you given nothing?” she asks me. “That trick always works,” she adds.“It’s a funny twist of events,” I say to her, “but I got a return mail from Jax asking me to go find something else to do,” I explain.Wendy feels bad for me.It turns out the royal family has jobs for high-level citizens, like the Alpha and his family, and Jax’s own coincidentally revolves around replying to the royal family’s mails. That seems like a low job on the outside, but it is certain that the money paid for such jobs by the royal family can be worth a fortune.“What do I do?” I ask Wendy. “I was really hoping something good would come out of that job.”“Me too,” Wendy says.“The pay is a modest place,” she tells me, “but I am not sure you will like this