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 drained both physically and mentally, She didn't know where her father was, what if she couldn't find her?
Suddenly a loud horn sounded, making her turn around in surprise. Not only because of the sudden appearance of the car but also because she knew what kind of car it was! Bugatti La Voiture Noire! The most expensive car in the world! She had seen Christiano Ronaldo ride it, but suddenly she had a bad feeling about it, who would be behind the wheel?
Soon the car door opened and someone in sporty clothes got out of there.
''Shit!' she cursed when all she saw was James Miller, the person she had avoided the most.
"Get in!" said him with a straight face and cold intonation that gave Becky goosebumps.
"No! I'll find a way! You can't force me to get into your car!" she snapped confidently.
James Miller reached into his pocket, pulling out a cell phone.
"Listen to this carefully!" he said as he pressed a file on his cellphone, not long after the voice of a man who spoke with a thick Russian accent could be heard very clearly.
'My people said that Mr. Becket sold the painting to Sergei Antonov, you know Mr. Antonov never returns what he bought, right?'
Becky gulped, panicking.
"You mean my father is in Russia now?" he asked trembling.
"I don't know where the fuck is he right now but obviously my painting is definitely in the wrong hands!"
"I can talk to my father and ask him to return the money to, who was that again? Um, Antonov whoever it was, then we can get your painting back and everything will be just fine," she said with a slight smile on her face.
James Miller's face hardened, "You don't know who Sergei Antonov is, do you? He is a first-class Russian mafia and he will never return what he bought from anyone! Because when he bought something from someone it means he wanted that thing really bad!" he snapped in anger.
Becky gulped, and she bit her lip frantically. Thinking.
"Then I will ask my father to give the money from Sergei Antonov to you! You will get your money and my father will be free! It's brilliant, right?!"
James Miller took a deep breath, he was losing his temper. He walked quickly towards Becky who was still standing awkwardly barefoot.
"I don't know if you're an idiot or what, but the painting that your father stole from me is so rare! Do you think Leonardo Da Vinci would come back alive to paint that Salvator Mundi again? I don't need money I already have a lot!" he hissed, his eyes were stared at Becky sharply.
"I don't know anything! All I know is that I work day and night to support my two younger siblings! How can you bestow all this on me? I'm innocent!" shouted Becky as she threw her high heels on the ground. Her chest heaved up and down in annoyance. "You know what? Just put him in jail I don't care! This is too much for me!" said her at last. She walked away from James Miller, limp and barefoot.
"Okay, but I changed my mind, I won't bother putting your father in jail, I can just kill him, it will make me feel better," said James Miller nonchalantly. He turned around and walked casually to his sports car.
Becky stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide in surprise. She turned around and shouted,
"You're kidding aren't you?!"
James Miller who was opening the car door turned his head, he looked at her with a scornful look. "You think someone like me can joke around? I changed my mind after I heard about Sergio Antonov, your father has gone too far..."
Becky felt the chills down her spine instantly, her hands and feet sweaty and shaking. She was scared, what if James Miller really ended her father's life?
When James Miller started to restart the car's engine, Becky was in a state of confusion. Should she run in his way and become his slave? Or should she just turn away and pretend nothing happened?
She closed her eyes, counting to three, and then she felt her feet sprint and stop in front of the car with her arms outstretched.
"I will cooperate! Please! Don't kill my father!" she shouted so loudly that her veins were visible. She could see James Miller staring at her with a dark, triumphant gaze.
"Get in!" said him, gesturing with his hand.
Holding back tears she stepped into the world's most expensive car, she couldn't believe what she had just said earlier, was that mean she would be James Miller's slave forever?
The car was speeding through the black asphalt. Becky sat limply, her eyes both empty. This morning she was still eating cereal with Phoebe and Alex planning what to do for the weekend, things were happening so fast that she didn't have time to think about it. Suddenly, James's cellphone rang, he pushed the button and talked through the AirPods in his ear. Seconds after that,
"Where are you taking me?" asked Becky without turning to James Miller.
"To your father, didn't I tell you, I can do anything?" he answered lightly, he just got the call from his people that they had William Beckett with them.
Becky turned around in surprise, her heart racing so fast she was having trouble breathing.
"Do whatever you want but please don't kill him..."
*****
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
Becky was stunned when her eyes met James Miller's. For a while, she thought he would withdraw her hand but what happened was..."No!!!"He let go of her hand and plunged her into the three-meter-deep pool. She tried to swim frantically, but she had a hard time because she couldn't swim. As she rose to the surface she could see James Miller staring at her with furrowed brows, maybe he thought she was joking?"Help me!" she shouted through the water that was starting to enter her mouth. She began to be unable to hold her breath, for a moment she thought her life would be ended up just like that, but suddenly someone jumped into the pool and pulled her out just as she lost her consciousness.She coughed, feeling water gush out of her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw James Miller looking down at her with a tense face."Hey, you're awake?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her face.She weakly blinked her eyes as an answer.He took a deep breath, "Tim!" he shouted as he rose t
"No, I'm not. I spent most of my day in this room, so you have to be here to serve me," said James Miller casually. Becky shook her head, "No, I don't want to," she mumbled as if she has the right to decline his order.James Miller shrugged, "I'm afraid you have no choice Ms. Beckett, now why don't you come with me, I'm gonna show you around," he said firmly. Becky stomped her foot in annoyance but she knew she didn't have another choice but to obey his order."This room is not as large as you think, that's the kitchen, where you're gonna cook for me every day, and put this in your mind, I like to keep everything neat, no stains no messy stuff, just put everything in the right place, you got it?"Becky sneered, but she didn't say anything."I'm asking you and you have to answer it, do you understand?" snapped James Miller, his eyes staring at her sharply."Oh God, yes I do!" shouted Becky impatiently."You can just say 'Yes Mr. Miller' that sounds better."Becky rolled her eyes, her c
With trembling hands, Becky opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients. She didn't know what to cook, but she didn't dare to ask, not after what James Miller had done to her. Honestly, the slap from the leather whip didn't hurt at all, it's just that the pressure he gave really made her mentally shaken. She had never seen such a thing before. She looked up nervously, she could see James Miller was sitting on a work chair facing directly into the vast backyard, his hands were busy typing on his laptop.She could have taken a kitchen knife and stabbed him in the back, but she knew she wasn't a murderer, not even when she was in the most unfortunate situation like that. She breathed out heavily, for the time being, she would only follow James Miller's game while waiting for what she could do for the next.Luckily she spent half her life taking care of Alex and Phoebe, it made her quite good at kitchen matters.She took a french baguette, melon, ham, and cheese then started to m
Becky was taken aback when she saw James Miller throw her stained white linen dress onto the floor and trample it furiously.She didn't dare to ask him anything and just stayed silent in a squatting position while trying to cover her almost naked body. A few moments later he walked away without saying a word.She breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at James Miller's back questioningly. Behind his cold demeanor, she knew he was hiding something. She stood up and walked on tiptoe down the corridor, heading to her room. But before she got there, she bumped into him who was heading towards her in a hurry."Clean the kitchen and put things back the way they were," he said dryly as if nothing had happened to them before.Becky shrieked in surprise, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Um, yes Mr. Miller, but I have to get dressed first," she replied nervously.James Miller looked at her from head to toe."No need, I can't hold back any longer watching my kitchen fall apart like th
Becky hurriedly opened her eyes and sat down after James Miller came out of the room. She bit her lip, thinking. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all. If he could seduce him, maybe she could get out of that ridiculous bondage.She jumped out of bed and walked on tiptoe out, she peeked into the living room, but no one was there. Maybe Timothy was gone, but where was James?Suddenly a snort sounded in the back of Becky's head making her shudder in surprise. She turned around to find him standing behind her with his arms folded across his chest."What are you doing?" he asked dryly.Becky turned around nervously, "Um, nothing, just to see if Mr. Davis is gone or not," she answered nonchalantly."Why?""Um, there aren't any clothes in my room, I need to get them out from the pavilion," replied Becky haltingly."Mr. Davis will get it for you later, come with me," said James, accepting no refusal.Hesitantly Becky followed behind him, she had to be nice and sweet so that he would pity her and