All Chapters of UNDER THEIR RULE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nadia's POV.I spent the rest of the day in the bathroom until I could no longer ignore my aunt's call — she threatened to call the cops and report that I was trafficked if I didn't respond.I snuck to the cleaners' department, face down, hair covering my whole head like the ghosts we see in nineties movies.People stared at me. But I wasn't bothered at all. For the first time, I didn't care how people saw me. All I cared about was not bumping into Marcus again. Maybe for the rest of my life.“Nadia.” My aunt gasped when she saw me.I slowly looked up, parting my hair a little to reveal just my eyes. The rest was still covered. “You recognized me?”“I wish I couldn't,” she said, her tone filled with disgust.So much for my cover.I arranged my hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail.She stared at me in confusion. She looked like she had a thousand questions but didn't know where to start. Luckily, she didn't start from anywhere.“Work closed an hour ago,” she said, picking up her purs

Marcus’s POV.I signed the last document and handed it to Sheila. “Make sure the department gets it, and start working on it. No mistakes.”She nodded, taking it from me. “I'll do just that, sir,” she said, then walked out of the office, closing the door behind her.The door opened, and someone — the last person I expected to see here — walked in with a smug smile, like he owned the damn place.“What are you doing here?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.“You know,” he said, frowning as he tucked his hands in his pockets, “it wouldn't hurt if we exchanged some pleasantries before discussing the best ways to kill someone.”My expression didn't change. “If you have nothing, I'm busy.” I picked up another file, trying to look occupied.Adam was a business partner. People called us friends, but I preferred the term right-hand man. A business partner you do other personal things for. He scratches my back, and I scratch his.It was nothing personal. I don't know anything about him — other

Nadia's POV.“I can't believe you apologized to that dude,” Tessa groaned, adjusting the strap of her purse as we walked up the stairs.“That's Zane,” I reminded her. Zane's personality was more than enough to tell you about the kind of people around him.“So?” She frowned. “Just some rich guy who is eating off his stepfather's wealth.”“Wow, you really have a lot against rich people. And you're rich.”“My dad is rich.” She opened the door for me, and I walked in. “I'm just as broke as you. Not as you, but you get the message.”I gave her a look.“Either way, apologizing to rich people like them shows that you're weak,” she added.“Either way, that's your boss's stepson, and he now works in the company,” I said. “So you might as well keep that ego in your pocket.”“Don't worry, next time I'll leave you out of our fight.” She grinned.“No. No fight.”“I don't care if it's Marcus himself, but if anyone acts like a dick, I'm gonna treat him like one.”I knew there was no changing her min

Zane’s POV.I led Nadia to my room. She walked quietly behind me, her steps so light that I had to keep turning back to make sure she was still behind me.Each time our eyes met, her eyes grew wider — in fear — that I feared they might pop out of those little sockets.We finally got to the room, and I turned to her. “The long-awaited time.” I pushed the door open, gesturing for her to get in.She didn’t move. Her eyes still searched mine for some kind of reassurance or safety, but I gave her none.She inhaled deeply, accepting her cruel fate, and walked in. I followed.She turned to me as I closed the door shut.“What are you doing?” she asked, pointing to the door. “Why did you close the door?”I looked at the door, then at her, and laughed. “I don’t leave my door open even when I sleep, and I live alone.” I walked around her, pulling my shirt off. “So it’ll be weird if I leave it open when I have a girl over.”I caught her staring at my bare chest, her eyes filled with lust.I smirk

Nadia's POV.“What do you think you are doing?” my aunt whispered, her voice thick with anger. “Are you that desperate to climb the ladder?”My brows knitted together. “I told you, nothing happened. Nothing was going to happen. It was just bad timing.”“Bad timing?” She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You had your hands all over your boss. Do not be deceived by his pretty face. Men like that will only sleep with you and leave you hanging.”Too late. He fucked me and left me hanging.“There’s nothing going on between us,” I insisted. “And there’s nothing that’s going to happen. I spilled coffee on him and was helping him out.”“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She shook her head, folding her arms beneath her chest. “You really are desperate, aren’t you?” She took a step forward. “Tell me. Do you want to quit, or do you want to climb the ladder?”I made sure I understood her question before answering.“Neither.”She raised an eyebrow.“I wasn’t trying to get fired, nor was I trying to seduce hi