Scary Cat

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

Warning!!! 18+ THIS's the untold story of Orlanda, a helpless high school graduate, who just finished school and was asked by her parents to take up a job. And what job was that? A maid to the most cruel and ruthless person she had ever come across on planet earth, Oswald Dino Escobar. Under pressures, pressures from her parents and pressures for saving up for college, she took up the job and that was when her sorrows began. The unsolicited help which's rendered her months back by Carlson Jacobi, stepbrother and number one enemy to her boss—Oswald, unexpectedly turned out to be a bone of contention for her to betray her boss. Carlson maintained that's the only way to repay him, or warm his bed, and Orlanda, she never wants to do that and so she chose the only way available—to betray her boss. Oswald, ever observant and smart cat found out and he decided the only way to punish Orlanda for her betrayal, was to turn his property. So he bought her off from her parents and she became his slave, his property, his asset, his thing. Orlanda saw hell living in his custody, but not until a miracle in a disguise happened and she was taken away, without his knowledge, and to an unknown land; Oswald's betrothed, Queen Wilberforce soon got to find out about her soon-to-be husband's sex doll, and it pained her deep in her soul, so she planned to get rid of her, and that was how Orlanda's taken away. When the ruthless billionaire got to hear of it, he knew he just had to find her, that this property of his, this asset, wasn't just an asset to him, but a part of him, a part of his life. And the search for Orlanda began.