Emma read his writing and couldn't stop shaking her head along with her shivering body. This can't be happening! He can't be in love with me. She kept chanting this inside her head, it was unbelievable but unfortunately, it was true. Her body went limp and she fell on the sofa with a loud thud. She thought she couldn't be more unfortunate now. He was in love with her, another reason why it would be hard for her to escape. It was difficult enough with his house surrounded by guards and his vicious eyes that never even left her alone for a moment. She squeezed her eyes shut for the 100th time in an hour and let the tears of sorrow and angst drop down her eyes.Alexander's eyes opened slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and wondering where did the thudding sound come from. He squinted his eyes before opening them widely and found his Emma sitting on his sofa with some papers in her hands. He threw his head back on the pillow and let out a low grunt.Now what? She's gonna sit there and bega
Emma96 hours and 50 minutes have passed. Emma was locked up in that same bedroom of her captor's. Her eyes were sealed at a certain surface of the white ceiling. Her eyes were dull, they looked as if they belonged to a dead person. Dull and lifeless. It didn't shed any more tears, they were dried and her tears were now parched on her cheeks.She wasn't wearing the same clothes anymore, instead, she was in a white knee-high simple dress and matching undergarments. Her arms were sore, she pulled on the ropes that were fastened to her wrists and almost screamed in pain. She had been in that position for two days straight, her wrists were on fire, and her arms went numb from the pain. She tried to scream but it was interrupted by the thick material that was placed on her mouth. The cloth muffled her agonizing screams and painful whimpers.The bedroom wasn't soundproof, so the maids and the guards could hear her screams but Alexander warned them to not untie her or let her out of the bedr
Alexander had lost all his trust in her following her deception from the previous day. Her wrists and legs were shackled so she couldn't move them even a fraction. She lay on the comfortable bed with a blanket on top of her and her sore eyes sealed to the ceiling. It looked like she did not have anything else to look at. She attempted to free herself from the shackles that bound her arms and legs, but it only resulted in more agony. Her hands were completely immobile because of the excruciating agony.Alexander was seated on a leather chair next to the bed in the demon's lair. He was dressed in his typical cold exposure and had a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. His gaze was fixed on Emma, who gave him a response to his stare. He placed the poison rolled in paper in between his bottom and upper lips and took a long puff for the last time as the cigarette reached its end. As he exhaled the poisonous gas, it filled the room with a thick, smoky stench.He stood up and sat b
Emma"Come on, Emma, we're getting late," Caroline remarked. Emma nodded and approached her, holding a bag. She sat with Caroline in the backseat, passing the bag to the driver.She closed her eyes and laid her head on the window glass, reflecting on how drastically her life had changed. She was assigned the position of a maid. Yes, as a maid. She just had a few alternatives to pick from. She formerly resided in a hostel. She had previously been living with her abusive foster parents. They were severe in their penalties. Her body was nearly constantly covered in bruises when she lived with them.After beating her one frigid winter night, her foster father decided to throw her outside their house. The night's coldness pierced her sensitive skin like knives. She was weeping and curled up in a ball when a warm hand landed on her shoulder. Emma raised her eyes to find a woman in her late forties. Her bulging crimson eyes were directed at the woman in front of her, and her gaze begged the w
Emma"Emma wake up," she felt someone shaking her. Emma slowly opened her eyes and saw Martha standing in front of her, beside the bed. Martha had let her take rest for the rest of the day. "It's time for work dear. You have to wake up," she said. Emma nodded her head and got up from bed. It was much more comfortable than her old bed. She went to the bathroom and washed her face."Get ready and wear this," Martha handed her an outfit. She stared at the dress in confusion."What's this Martha?" She asked.She stopped what she was doing and turned around to face Emma."Oh, it's a maid's outfit. All maids wear this during their work," she smiled and left the room. Emma breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the fact that the outfit made her uncomfortable, she forced herself to wear it. It was eye-opening. It came up to her knees. It also revealed a significant portion of her neck side. It was a V-neck dress with a tight waistband that spilled down to her thighs. She attempted to conceal he
Emma"Is this his real name?""Nobody calls him by his real name except for his mother," said Martha"Oh," That was all Emma could respond as she was confused."Emma, I suggest you stay away from our master. He's not someone you want to anger," she said pleading with her eyes."Wh-what? Wh-why?""Don't ask questions. Just do as I say," Her tone was colder than it had been. Emma responded with a nod of her head. She had no idea why Martha was saying all of those things. She was conscious, though, that if she wanted to work there, she had to obey her. But she had a sneaking suspicion that Martha was accurate.She closed her eyes, expecting to fall asleep quickly.***She was alone somewhere. Somewhere dark. "Please Help Me Mom! Please Don't Leave Me Here, PLEASE!" Her screams echoed through the empty walls. She shivered when her echoed scream feared her. No one came.What did I ever do to deserve a life like this? My own mother and father are treating me like this.She thought and sobbe
Emma Emma was agitated by the large number of bedrooms she had to clean. Her back hurt from the cleaning. She'd already done two rooms. Martha hadn't informed her how many rooms she needed to clean, so when Emma questioned, she told her to clean Mr. and Mrs. King's room, Miss Sofia's room, and Master Alexander's room. She had four more massive rooms to clean.Her thoughts turned to Alexander, her master. Everyone in the home referred to him as Alexander. No one knew what his true name was. That's odd. But that was none of her concern, she reasoned and returned to her job.She made her way to Sofia's room, and when she got there, she twisted the doorknob and discovered it was locked. Maybe she is in there. Emma's knocked on the door. She had to knock twice since there was no response at first. She flinched when the door was violently opened after the fourth knock."WHAT?" Sofia snapped."I-I came h-here for cl-cleaning," Emma said looking down."Not now, go away and clean Ale
Alexander"Sir these are the files you were asking for," Jonathan, his assistant, stated. Alexander took the files and began to examine them. He had made an agreement with Samuels for their new initiatives. As a result, he needed to review all of the data before making a final judgment."Like always, you will get the deal dude," Adrian, his childhood friend, smirked. Alexander didn't respond to the comment and continued with his job since his friend Adrian was an immature twenty-seven-year-old guy to him."Come on dude why you are always so moody?" He said and rolled his eyes earning a glare from Alexander. "I am busy, can't you see that?" He said bluntly."Whatever man, sometimes you seriously bore me. Now just tell me if you're arranging a party for your birthday?" Adrian asked him seriously."I'm not any teenager who has to throw a party every year on his birthday. I have important things to do other than throwing stupid parties," he said and placed the file on the desk.Adrian sta