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 with a sinister smile.
Becky's eyes sparkled with hope, "Please?"
"If you love your father that much and don't want him to go to jail, well I can give him some leniency..." he was deliberately stalling for time, enjoying the game.
Becky nodded, smiling expectantly.
"I would give him more time to return what he stole from me, but in exchange..." he stared at Becky intensely and made her become nervous.
"You'll have to come with me, and practically become my slave, well actually I've told your father at the first time I found out that it was him who stole my painting, so basically I'll just waiting for his approval, but he disappeared now, so..." muttered James casually.
Becky rose to her feet, her face bright red.
"What did my father steal from you to make you so confident of turning me into a slave! You think I can't earn some money to pay back whatever it is he stole from you?!" she shouted, pointing angrily at James Miller's face.
"Hahaha! What did you just say? Earning some money to pay back what you're father has stolen from me? Wait, excuse me but what's your job at Dupont Communications? Public relations staff, isn't it? Let me guess, your salary for a year is probably around one hundred and twenty thousand dollars, am I right? " rambled James Miller which made Becky even more shrunken because his guess was almost right.
He took a step forward, his face right in front of her.
"So with that small amount of money that you have, how are you going to pay back the four hundred million dollars Leonardo Da Vinci painting that your father stole from me?"
Becky glared, her eyes almost popping out of place.
"What did you say? Four hundred million dollars?" she hissed in disbelief. She thought James was going to say he was joking or something, but the very serious expression on his face made her feel sick instantly.
"I want to throw up right now..." she mumbled expressionlessly.
James Miller raised an eyebrow, not taking her words seriously. But seconds later, Rebecca Beckett spitted out the vomit of the tuna sandwich she ate for lunch onto his expensive suit, causing him to close his eyes with his jaw clenched in anger.
Becky closed her eyes, panicking. She knew James Miller would curse her to death. Her brain was working fast, looking for a way. She had no other way but to relax her body and collapse onto his chest, pretending to be unconscious. But seconds later she regretted her decision because it made her smell her own vomit stuck to James Miller's suit.
"TIM! FOR GOD'S SAKE! TAKE THIS WOMAN AWAY FROM ME!" shouted James Miller furiously.
Becky remained limply against her chest, hoping that she would be rescued from the situation soon.
Moments later she heard footsteps that seemed to be Tim approaching. Then she felt someone pull her off James's body and carry her away from there.
"Wake up! I know you're faking it!" chirped Tim as he threw Becky's body onto the sofa.
Becky opened her eyes, she quickly sat up and looked around, only Tim and her. She breathed a sigh of relief, "That was so close..." she muttered. Tim just snorted, turning his face the other way because Becky's skirt was lifted to reveal her underwear, but she soon noticed it and adjusted her skirt in annoyance.
"Where am I?" she asked curtly, her hands were busy cleaning her face which was exposed to her own vomit with the tissue lying on the table in front of her.
"Los Angeles," answered Tim promptly.
Becky took a deep breath, she really felt very miserable.
"And where is my father?" she asked, almost in tears.
"Your father? Of course, he's looking for what he stole from Mr. Miller! do you think he's having a nice day or something?" Tim said in disbelief.
Becky snorted, "Hey! It wasn't your painting that was stolen! Why are you being such a nuisance like that arrogant man?!" she snapped.
Tim took a deep breath, he looked at her intently.
"I interviewed your father and recommended him to Mr. Miller to be one of the security guards in this mansion and see what he does in return!" he babbled with hardened jaws.
Hearing Tim's explanation, she immediately lowered her head in shame. She bit her lip, wondering what to do next.
"Where's my bag and my cell phone? I have to go now and save my life!"
Tim stared at her for a long time, then he walked over to a table not far from him, opened the drawer, and pulled Becky's bag out of it.
Without saying much, she rushed to grab her bag and then walked quickly towards the exit of the room that looked like a security office.
"Ms. Beckett!"
Suddenly Tim shouted out loud making her stop in her tracks. She turned to look at him with a frown, "What else?!" she snapped.
He took a deep breath, looking at her with pity.
"Your father is not what you think, you should just let him go to prison, he deserves it..."
*****
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
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