"Can you please leave me alone? I need time..." said Becky without looking at him. James nodded. He walked away from her and stopped right at the door."Everything will be fine. You don't have to worry," he said, staring at the back of her head with a warm gaze. Becky didn't say anything. She buried her face between her knees, sobbing. She didn't know that James was standing still behind the door, confused about how he could help her go through that situation.After he left, she dared herself to activate her cell phone. Since she was not famous, people might not be interested in her story. She shouldn't be over-worried, should she?So she swiped the screen, opened her social media, and was shocked. There were so many people putting harsh comments on every picture she uploaded.'She's marrying James Miller just to satisfy her shopping habit. She does not feel guilty after what her father has done to him! Such a bitch!''I bet she's not that pretty in real life.And many other nasty com
Becky's question was left unanswered. That day James took her back to LA, which confused her, he asked him, but again her question remained unanswered. They landed safely at LAX and continued to James' mansion, which gave Becky a goosebump when she looked at it, recalling the chaotic day when that tragedy happened."Okay, that's enough!" Becky stopped her step and snatched away James' hand, which was holding her wrist. "Can you at least tell me what's going on here? Why are you flying to LA when our wedding is just days away?" she raved, her chest heaving. "I know it's a fake wedding, but I don't like that you changed the plan without my approval. I mean, am I that insignificant to you?"James stopped. He exhaled long and then turned around at her."Those media attention is the last thing I wanted to get right now. I'm canceling the wedding at the Plaza. We're moving here," he said firmly.Becky gulped, "So I'm going to stay here until you don't need me anymore?" she muttered, staring
"Becky, someone is looking for you outside, are you dealing with some kind of debt-collector or something?!" yelled Claire one of Becky's office mates."What do you mean?""Just go see them!" Claire waved her hand, telling her to leave.Becky rose from her seat in annoyance and then walked fast to the office lobby. "Tina, is there someone who's expecting me?" she asked the receptionist. Tina nodded her head, "Right behind you..." said her almost inaudibly.When she turned her head she could see five men in black suits standing in line behind her, they were all staring at her in silence. Nervously, she cleared her throat, "Excuse me, are you guys looking for me?""Rebecca Beckett?" one of the men spoke."Yes? That's me..." she answered hesitantly."Mr. Miller is expecting you at his mansion right now!""Mr. Miller? I don't know anyone named Mr. Miller except the one who sells fresh milk next to my apartment, you must be mistaken! I don't have any business with whoever your boss is! Now
Becky fell silent, she looked around the room, she knew she had no other choice but to listen to whatever James Miller had to say."Go ahead," she said curtly.James snorted, he was quite surprised at how brave the woman in front of him was. He thought she was going to cry and kneel to him or something."This is the choice I give you, if you and your father can't return what he stole from me, the first option will be to send your father to jail as he should be and charge him with first-degree theft with a sentence of fifteen years in prison and you know what? I'll make sure your father got the worst prison ever!"Becky glared, her body was shaking violently, in her life she had never had to deal with legal matters. She could not imagine that her fifty-eight-year-old father would languish and die in prison."Please don't do that to my father..." she pleaded with a trembling voice.James Miller tilted his head, surveying Becky from head to toe."You still have a second choice," he said
Stupid Becky, she had never been to the elite mansions in LA before. They were all located very far apart and difficult to reach because they were a bit hidden. She walked the endless streets in her high heels, her cell phone was completely dead so she couldn't call an online taxi service. It was absolutely perfect!Her mind wondered about the reason why her father stole James's Miller painting.All this time, she thought her father was just an innocent and normal person. She never thought he would stumble into such a complicated matter. Fifteen years in prison? That sounds terrible! But being a slave to James Miller sounds even more terrifying!She puffed out her cheeks, tired that she couldn't find a busy street even though she had walked almost two miles.She walked limply to the side of the road and took off her painful high heels, it turned out that her feet were injured quite badly. Suddenly, tears dripped from her eyes one by one and were followed by loud cries. She felt very d
James Miller didn't say anything the whole way until he finally stopped his car in front of an abandoned warehouse."Get out," said him coldly."What are we doing here?" asked Becky, worried. She crossed her arms over her chest, afraid that he would sexually harass her.James Miller unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to stare at her silently, seconds later suddenly he came closer and said, "Don't worry you're not my type, and you know what? You're not that pretty after all..."Becky pushed him away from her face then hurriedly opened the car door and got off with her chest heaving in annoyance. From outside the car, she could see James Miller grinning intimidatingly.Seconds later, she followed him into the warehouse. She bit her lip, thinking of the best way to fight him if he ever dared to touch her. At the main entrance which was an old rusty heavy steel door, two men in black jackets stood guard while chatting with each other. They immediately straightened up when they saw James Mi
"Tim, Take care of her, you know what to do, bring her to the library after she finished her dinner," said James after he and Becky were back at the mansion."Yes, sir!" said Timothy, nodding politely at his boss then he looked at Becky from head to toe and got a little surprised when he saw the shoes she was wearing. Without looking at Becky at all, James Miller walked out of the living room into the hallway that led him to the elevator to the second floor where his room was."Come on, this way!" said Timothy while moving his chin, signaling Becky to follow him. Without saying anything she followed him with a gloomy and pale face. "Did you know what would happen to me?" asked her as she walked down the hall to the back door of the mansion."No," said Timothy curtly, he kept walking without looking at her who was walking next to him."You must know the reason why my father stole that expensive painting, please tell me!" she said as she stood in front of Timothy, blocking his path. He
"Now you can say no to that, but if your father doesn't bring my painting back to me, you won't be able to escape all this..." said James Miller with a smirk on his face.Becky felt so nauseous, she caught her breath, trying not to panic. She knew her father would return to free her soon. He might be crazy but he's still a father."Whatever! You really are a sociopath!" she snapped while signing the document roughly.James Miller just snorted, not bothering to deny what Becky said."I've signed this document, now I want my cell phone back! I have to call my siblings!" said Becky, throwing the document on the table in front of James Miller, who was sitting straight with his hands across his chest.James Miller took a paper bag and gave it to her."Use this, don't be stupid I will know who you are talking to, and what you are looking for on the internet, I am the king of my own palace, so if you want your life to be easy, stay away from anything that will trigger my anger," he raved whi