JANE'S POV
I 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 d******d. Unfortunately staying here, doing nothing but occupying myself with movies, I feel I've watched all the good thriller movies and series N*****x has to offer.""Well I could have suggested few movies but for unfortunate reasons, romance isn't just your taste.""Unfortunate reasons like Collins."I chuckle and stretch her plate out to her. "He's dead to me and now. It's gonna be hard but I won't let him affect my love life.""Uh, uh. That's my girl.""Damn. I still have alot of fictions to bring to reality. Things that would never have happened with him.""Never." She said with a full mouth. "Listen." She wipes the side of her mouth and dresses closer to me. "So, I was thinking..." She smiles at my and wiggles her brows.I know that look. I scoff and say, "No. No, Clara. We aren't going to the club.""We?""No, me. I. I am not going to the club.""Yes, you are.""No, I'm not""Yes, you are."I move my head to the side and twitch my lips. She can go on and on with this and I know better than to be a challenge."Count me out please." I move to step down from the bed but she stops me with her hand."It's really not a bad idea, you know.""Of course it isn't. That's why I didn't stop you from going." I say with a blank expression. "But I'm not.""How do you expect me to go with out you." She stays quiet for a while before speaking up again. "Is this because of Collins."I shut my eyes close and wet my lips. "I don't think I'm safe yet Clara.""You are. It's been a week now, they could have given up their search.""Don't seem like it. Collins is desperate.""For money, not for you." Ouch, that kinda hurts. "He's desperate enough to have found another source by now." I say nothing, still unconvinced. "And trust me, the club will be the last place for Collins to think you'll be after what he did to you. He excepts you to isolate yourself and cry everyday over him but no. No, Jane. He doesn't know your brave, strong and full of life. You are my best friend and I'm glad you are."I smile warmly at her as tears run down my cheeks. "Thank you, Clara. Truly you're the best." I hold her hands while saying."Now if you know what's good for you, I'd advise you clean up those tears, get your shit together and act like my bestfriend that you are."I laugh and clean my tears. "I don't know what to wear."She smiles. "If that's your way of sweetly declining, then I'm sorry to inform you that, I've got you something new, short, hot, and sexy." She grabs her food to continue eating. "Well, you can give it whatever good compliment you which later.""Thanks. I'll repay you.""It's fine. I'll let it slide just this once."I let out a short laugh and shake my head.Of course she knew I'll eventually agree. Of course she got me a dress. She always has a backup. Never takes no for an answer and always certain.I need to be more like her. Tough.Then people like Collins will know who and who not, to mess with.~I've been standing before the mirror for over 5 minutes, doing nothing but staring at myself as I quarry with my mind about everything. The dress and the outing to be specific.The dress is nice. Even before she gave it to me, I trust it would be, cause, duh, it's Clara.The problem is I feel it, the dress and the outing and at the same time I don't. The eagerness isn't there and it's making me feel like it's not a bad idea to decline at the last minute.Clara would feel bad for sure."You look mesmerizing." She interrupts my thoughts by saying."I do." I agree with her. The dress shows off my cleavage and my laps but it's beautiful and perfect for clubbing."The dress was whimsically screaming your name when I saw it." She smiles and walks to me. "Well, what's meant for you, will find you." She hugs me from behind. We stare at my dress and ourselves through the mirror with warming smiles."I'm really doing this.""You are." She pulls away from me and turn me to look at her. "Having second thoughts?"She made sense earlier though. I need to have fun. I need to stop isolating myself. I need to move on and face reality.I smile lightly. "No, no I don't."Maybe after this night, it will all change. My life will change for the better."Let's go then."We grab our bags and walk out of the hotel. I stand beside Clara, quietly, as she called for a cab.We get in and sit comfortably as the driver drives us to the club.I look out the window, distracting myself with the people outside, as I try my best not to plan a way to decline and return back to the hotel.I should go to the club and have fun. Maybe the club might not be the best first step to take but I'll give it a go.Clara has done her best. It's up to me to do the rest.The cab stops before the club. We get down and I do nothing but stand there and just stare at the building."I'm really doing this.""You've said this before and I'm going to say this again. Yes you are." She starts walking.The blasting music could very much be heard from where I stand. I watch drunk girls walk out of the building, alone or with someone. Girls and guys going in to party.From what I've seen so far, I'm no different from them, well, except from the ones who exposed way too much of their skin."Damn." Is all I say before Clara realizes I'm not following her."Don't just stand there. Come on." She walks back to grab my hand and pull me to walk behind her into the club.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
ALEXANDER'S POV I walk out of Jane's room with my hands in my pockets as I make my way to my office. I sit behind my desk before making a call to Seth.I stare at my desk thinking of the successful auction and Janet. I'm glad I have her. I acquired her by my own means, not because of Collins. So yes, I'm glad I'll have another coward to torture. Torturing that old man only, is turning into a boring activity. I need someone new like Collins, to add.Janet on the other hand...now, that I think of it, I don't know what to do with her. I have her at my possession but have no use for her...yet.She seems soft and gullible. She'll be an easy one to control of course, except she decides otherwise, but that's no worry, cause I got her covered. My office door opens and Seth walks in. "Boss.""How did it go?""We finished the job. No soul working for Carlo nor Carlo Gigante himself, was spared." I nod for him to go on. "The other guards collected our stolen weapons while we finished them off
Jane's POVI snap my eyes open and abruptly stand up, when I realize I had slept off. Shit. I planned to escape from this place as soon as I was aware everyone is asleep. But instead, I joined them in the dream world.I quickly walk to the curtain to see that it's still a bit dark outside. I sigh in relief knowing that the devil and his guards should still be very much asleep. I turn to look up of the wall at the clock, to see it's 5:27am. I huff and walk to my door. It unexpectedly opened. I expected them to lock me in here since I was brought here out of my own will. The door might not be locked but going out through it was impossible. I stare with wide eyes at the guards who turn to look at me. They are both standing on each side of the door staring at me with raised brows. I fake a wide smile in embarrassment that I've been caught. I quickly shut the door and walk to and fro in the room, thinking of what I should do now.Why are they there? Don't they sleep? It's frustrating