"Jane." Clara shakes me. "Jane." I slowly open my eyes to see that the car has stopped. I sit up and look outside the car to see a tall glass building, which is nothing like Clara's house.
"Where are we?" I ask in a tired tone."At an hotel. I thought, that if you stay at my house, Collins will find you easily. So, here we are."I nod and follow behind her, out of the car into the hotel, after paying the driver.We check in and go straight to our rooms."You should shower first."I nod and do as told, clueless on what to wear after my shower.I put on the hotel robe after my shower and walk out."Here. I packed some clothes."I smile lightly at her and take the shirt and shorts from her hand. "Thanks.""Do you want to talk about it?"She asks calmly but I don't reply her and keep dressing.I hear her sigh before walking past me into the bathroom.Exhausted and tired, I climp onto the bed to continue my sleep. I don't fail to shed few tears before forcing myself to sleep.~"Jane." Clara calls.I roll to the other side of my bed and tighten my hold on the pillow I'm hugging. After some days of not being able to sleep because of Collins, I've finally been able to sleep properly without fear of him barging in to harm me.I know he wouldn't give up. He'll keep searching for me, but for now, I want to enjoy my peace while it lasts."Janet!" Clara pushes my leg. I groan and adjust to sleep, but this time, the hard force of my pillow comes in contact with my face."Ouch." I groan and struggle to sit up. I blink my lashes and stare at Clara who's standing before the bed with hands on her waist. "What?" I furrow my brows."It's fucking afternoon.""And so?""Get up.""No, I need rest. I'm making up for the days I've lost sleep." I move down to continue my sleep but she stops me again by throwing another pillow at my face. "What's your problem?" I ask, clearly frustrated."You, babygirl." She says sweetly but I find it annoying. "Do you really want to spend the day on that bed?""Yes, I do.""But I've been waiting for you to get up.""But I don't want to." I yawn. "I'm tired and the weather feels so good. I haven't slept well for a long time, Clara.""Well, that's a way to begin a story or I could start by asking why.""No." I say sternly and lay back down, covering my entire body with the duvet."Unfortunately..." Clara pulls the duvet off my body and jumps on me. "...I'm not taking no for an answer.""Oh, my heavens." I cry out. "Please get off me. I want to sleep." I stress the last word as I try pushing her off me."Nope." She grabs my hands and pin them by my side. "I don't know what happened between you and Collins, but it seems really really serious and it's rubbing off on you." She gets up from me and falls to the other side of the bed to sit before pulling my hand for me to get up too and sit beside her. "You look like a loner.""I am a loner." I say sadly and poke my lips out."No baby, you aren't. Ya a badass bitch.""What?" She laughs, making me laugh too. "I prefer anything but that, thank you." I sit up.She chuckles then keeps quiet as I adjust myself to sit properly beside her. "Sooo. What's the problem. Is it the usual?""No, it's not. It's rather something serious this time around." I blink my eyes, feeling the pool of tears that are about to erupt through my eyes. I might have escaped from him but the thoughts, the memories and the pain will never go away. I may recover but it will be difficult to forget. "I found out he's cheating on me."She gasps. "That bastard." Her tone comes out sharp, her aggression evident. "I can't believe he did that.""I can't believe it too." I bite my lip and look up at Clara with my flooded eyes. "The painful part of it is that he didn't feel remorse for his actions.""Because he's a bastard, Jane." Someone who isn't aware if what's going on, would actually think Clara is the hurt one here. "I know you guys argued. You guys had your bad and good days, but this?...this?!""Unfortunately, Clara. I thought we settled and pulled through every obstacle, but I was wrong. He never did. So therefore, we never did."The thought of his words cause a sharp pain in me.'You are nothing but a regret'.'You mean nothing to me'.'You are useless'.Such hurtful words. How could he?He's a liar. I'm everything he said I'm not.Not, being able to hold my tears any longer, I cry."Shhh." Clara pulls me close to her and pats my back. "You shouldn't be crying over that asshole. You deserve someone better, trust me. Someone who will treat you right and will make you feel worth keeping and fighting for." She brushes my hair. "I didn't expect this, but you'll be fine.""No, Clara." I move so I can look at her. "It's more than just cheating. Collins strive for money has made him go mad." She nods for me to go on which I do. "Collins planned to trade me to a stranger in exchange for money.""What?!" She widens her eyes. "You've got to be kidding me.""He says he needs me no more, so he's giving me out to my new owner. That's how he said it, I don't know. But on my way out I saw some men, which I suspect to be with him or the men of the man he was going to trade me to.""You have no idea who he was dealing with?"I shake my head. "No, he told me nothing about them.""I'm glad you escaped.""I'm glad I did." I move closer to rest my head back on herchest."Here I was thinking you enjoyed your date and that you were too busy with Collins pampering you with love, that you forgot to gist me about it. Not knowing you were in so much trouble and difficulty all because of him.""I could never forget to gist you on such matter." I let out a soft laugh, trying to feel better. "He just didn't want to let me go.""That bastard." She says, angrily. Empty threat or not, they made me feel better.Clara has always been the tough one, while I the calm one. She was the fighter and I was the pacifist.She has always been the big sister I never had and I'm glad to have her in my life.I'm happy to be here with her."I hope I'm safe now." I cuddle her."You are." She assures me and I hope she's right.I hope.ALEXANDER'S POV. I walk to and fro behind my office chair. My face, calm but my eyes were enough to shoot you dead. The continuous prick of the edges of the razor I've been fiddling with my finger, doesn't seem to affect me. I swallow hardly. My evident adam apple moving up and down. It's the second time in two weeks, I'm realizing that I'm working with people who aren't as smart as I expected them to be. But their foolishness is their business. It shouldn't be rubbed off on my work or anything concerning me. I'm not nice or kind enough to tolerate such. It has never been a trait of mine.I look down at the Collins bastard who kneeled before me. The bastard I had thought wouldn't end up like that old man. The bastard I had thought is worth my time. The bastard that had risen my thought on getting something special. The price. The worth. I wanted nothing but to make the mysterious lady my possession, after the day of my meeting with this bastard. I was meant to have her since last
JANE'S POVI walk out of the bathroom to see Clara on the bed, operating her phone while she waits for me to finish up so we can eat.It's been a week now, if not over a week since the horrible event with Collins happened. Staying in the hotel has been quite comfortable, well, to me but not for Clara. She barely leaves the hotel because she understands I need someone to be with. She even took a leave from work and I really hope she doesn't face problems with her work because of me. My work on the other hand, I don't know.I quickly get dressed and grab the food tray from the trolley. I walk to sit opposite Clara on the bed and place the tray between us."What are you doing?" I ask, seeing that she's still very much engrossed in whatever she's doing with her phone."Oh, I'm searching for a good movie to download. Unfortunately staying here, doing nothing but occupying myself with movies, I feel I've watched all the good thriller movies and series Netflix has to offer." "Well I could h
I sit at the bar, not ready to mingle with the crowd, yet. The music is so loud and doesn't give room for me to think of my sad life. Maybe the club is actually a good start, after all. Clara on the other hand, left me few minutes ago to meet a friend she recognized and hasn't been back to her loner friend since them. So, yeah I'm sitting alone. Currently finishing my third shot of liquor, I turn to the bartender. "Another please." I point into the cup. He gives me a weird look before turning me around round of the liquor. I look away from him only for my eyes to come in contact with a strange guy sitting at the other side of the bar. I furrow my brows and look away as a guy and his drunk girl walk to stand before him to get a drink. I could no longer see him. I stare at the funny dance steps of drunkards and sober people in the dance floor as I take from my liquor.Unconsciously, my eyes move to the strange man again. The guy and girl were no longer there, so I could see him now.
The dj keeps the vibe on in the room with his beats and good music pulsating through the speakers. I keep dancing with Clara, throwing one or two jokes her way due to my already drunken state. Sophie had came to dance with us then left and now she's back again. She briefly complains about George's annoying friends making Clara secretly blush and I can't help but wonder if Sophie also knows about Clara's feelings for George. She has to know, right?Girls notice the little things and like pairing their brothers with their friends atimes. Just like Clara can do the same for her little brother.I, on the other hand, can't relate. I do have a brother, but a step brother and I've never been that close to him because he attended a boarden school. And now, I still can't be close to him cause I'm far away from my family with an identity of my own, due to certain reasons. The thought of my family after a long time, suddenly make my heart ache. I don't like thinking of it. I don't like thinki
ALEXANDER'S POVI put on a stern look as I walk into 'Hell'. My favourite room in my mansion. It's a place where I make people regret their actions and give them enough pain that they wish to be dead. It's my favourite place because here, people who mess with me realize what it actually is to be helpless. They realize what it means to be at my mercy. They realize the importance of so much power.It smells of dried blood from the injuries and killings of different people who decided to test what it's actually like to mess with me. Atimes it smells of sweat and now it smells of an unclean old man. He's my current prey and I have this cute feeling that Collins Fisher will be next. "I would be sad to know you didn't miss me." I tell the old man and nod at Simon to untie the cloth from his mouth. He bends his head and breath through his mouth in relief. He snaps his head up to me with wide eyes. "My son. You killed my son." "I did and you are going to do nothing about it." "What do y
JANE'S POV I suddenly feel like I have a hangover in my stomach and feel the need to throw up. I struggle to raise my hands to cover my mouth, but I can't so I just move my head to the side and let it all out. I scrunch my nose at the awful smell and throw my head backwards to catch my breath. "You're finally awake."I bring my head forward to look at the man standing before me, with weak eyes. I struggle to stable my eyes so I can see him properly. When I do, my eyes widen at who I see standing before me. "You!""Yes, me.""What's that your name again...aah, aah, James." At least he told me his name before the liquor completely took over my senses. I look down at my stiff hands to see they are tied to the arm rest of the chair I'm sitting on. "Why am I tied up?""Because you are Janet Stewart.""Janet Johnson." I correct him."Why Johnson?" He raises his brows."Because that's my surname. Any problem?""Yes.""Well, not my concern. Untie me and let me out of here.""No." I bend m
ALEXANDER'S POV I scroll through social media as everyone take their respective seats. Right now, I seem to be the only one less bothered about interacting or making all possible means to win.I know I will. There are no two ways about it. I always get what I put my mind into. I planned while they slept, now I'm going to win while they plan.The auctioneer says one or two things before going straight to the business of the day. "We'll start at 10 million." He announced."16 million." A man far from me is the first to bid."18 million." A lady behind me says.I don't raise my head to see the biders. I keep going through my phone, yet paying close attention to how the auction is going."Come on. Don't hesitate. It's worth bu...""21 million." Another lady interrupts him by saying."Sir, aren't you going to bid?" Seth asks, curious at my silence."I believe you trust me better than to be questioning me.""But boss..." I raise my index finger to shut him up."Collins." I look up at him.
JANE'S POV I cry profusely next to the strange man who bought me at the auction. I meant to run away. I meant to run to Clara. I meant to start afresh after Collins but it was always one problem to the other. First my father, then Collins then to James and Carlo Gigante. Now, I'm in the hands of a strange man.It's like I'm destined to be kidnapped. Destined to never have my freedom.I've always tried to have a good life after the death of my mother but I've never been lucky from the start. Life keeps throwing challenges my way and I don't even know if I should give up or go with the flow of things.For sure, I can't just stop here. At least I have to give up in a better situation than this. How can I give up in the hands of a stranger. In the hands of a man I've never met in my life. In the hands of a man who is ill mannered enough to bid for a lady. To make her his property. A lady who has her own dreams and wants nothing but to be free, happy and be proud.Unfortunately I'm that