I am Josephine

Josephine's POV."Wait! What?... You can't expect me to leave my career and marry that man."My voice is tremulous. I still couldn't believe what my dad just told me."Mom, you know Dad is asking for an impossible thing… I just can't give up my dreams just like that… and what will I tell Max?""Sweetheart, you know your dad loves you so much… he is asking you for something hard… but if you think of it, if you don't help him out, he will be going to jail for a pretty long time." My mom says, her voice tremulous, she has been crying all night.I run my hands into my hair, this is too much for me to take in.Tears welled down my eyes as I looked up at the high ceiling, the Hermitage Chandelier hanging above my head really did add colour to the luxury sitting room where we were all seated."Sweetheart!" My dad called, his voice very quaky. From the look on his face, he really needed this arranged marriage to work out and really fast."I received a call from my lawyer at the international

Max POV.It's been 3 weeks since I last heard from Josephine, my love. I have tried calling her line but I keep getting this stupid message.'The number you are trying to call doesn't exist.'Her number was working perfectly well until she got married to that dweebish fellow.The office has been boring without her; all I see are shadows of the vibrant moments we used to share.The worst part is Mr Jerry O'Neil and his wife refused to say anything about it."Max!!!"I finally heard my name vehemently.Raising my head from the counter, I looked up and it was Luke the bartender."Sup Max, I have been calling your name forever… look, your phone has been ringing." His voice was hoarse.I looked down at my phone only to see 87 missed calls. My brother had been calling me."Hello""Hi Max, I have been trying to reach you, some weird dude left a package at the house… they said it was a gift from a friend." His voice is feathery." A gift," I asked as my eyes furrowed in bewilderment." Are th

Josephine POV.My life in this prison cell I call a house is a never-ending nightmare. A constant reminder of the shackles of Iron that binds me to a man I despised.Since after the marriage, I have received slaps for nothing.It's as though Thwane Clark derives joy from hurting women.He rarely touches me, the last time he did, he didn't last for two minutes.I mean how can he, when all he does is to eat junk that only harms his sexual well-being?The cold breeze flickers the long blue velvet curtains, sending a cold freezing sensation down my spine.I could remember the good old times I and Max used to enjoy together, and in those moments the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us, lost in each other's gaze and the enchanting melodies of our hearts intertwined.Thwane Clark is the opposite, all he demands is sex which he isn't good at, something I can't help but wonder if he has sexual infertility issues.Knock! Knock! " Ma'am! Boss asks you to prepare him his noodle

Max POV."Max!... This is a very bad idea… I mean if you get caught… that might be the end of you."Thomas said as he helped me connect the wires to my supercomputer.I had managed to reach out to Josephine, my love and she would be waiting for me at the window of her bedroom.Looking at the building plan of the Thwane's mansion, my brother and I drew our plan, the break-in time and the break-out time.Looking at the plan I pointed out the points that had alarm triggers and made sure I didn't go to those spots.Everything was finally set and ready.Thomas was to mount the communications system telling me where and where not to go.I had also hacked a satellite to enable us to have a real-time assessment of the entire mansion.Tonight is the night I break my love out of her confinements.Moments later…I crawled out into the compound from under the last truck that entered the mansion.The compound was more splendid than what I had seen in the picture, leaving me in awe of the magnifice

Josephine POV.It's been over a week since I last spoke to my love Max Berkeley, the heist we had planned together didn't work out.I really wished it had worked as planned, I am but a shadow of my own self, the prison I call a mansion stands to remind me of my Sacrifice…a sacrifice I made to save a father, a decision I made with unwavering commitment and love.Looking at my phone, I could see recent uploads of Max Berkeley on Snapchat.His brother has graduated and my dad offered him a job at MetapleX, a company standing today because of the selfless actions I took.My life is in total shambles right now, what baffles me is the fact that only my mom Sandra Oniels seems to care about my well-being in this dungeon.My dad rarely calls, he just sends me text messages. Something I find very annoying, I was literally closer to my dad than I was to my mom.Something isn't right, and I will get to the root of it.Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!The subtle knock on my door jolted me out of my though