Chapped lips, trembling eyes and unable to keep her eyes open. Taylor curled into a ball form on her bed, clutching tightly to her aching stomach. For some reason, she naively believed she could stomach the pain of not eating for more than twenty-four hours. She glanced at the time and hissed in pain. She still needed to go for another twelve hours to complete the two days. Taylor's lips were chapped, and her throat was dry, since she hadn't tasted water or anything liquid for more than a day. She was too weak to do so, and Andrew had ordered the maids not to help Taylor with anything. If she wanted something, she should get it herself. She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping she'd sleep off and wake up in twelve hours. Just then, she heard her door open, then the sound of soft footsteps. Taylor was too weak to get up and see who it was, so she just laid there. Something dropped beside her face and she quickly reached for it, seeing it was freshly baked bread. Not caring who drop
Andrew's Villa “I didn't expect that you'd allow me to return to the entertainment industry. Why? Is it a tactic you've come up with to ruin me or punish me?” Taylor asked Andrew, who kept his eyes pinned on the food he was eating.Despite her intrusive question, Andrew didn't act like he heard her. It was until he was done eating five minutes later that he dropped his cutleries and glanced up at her. “Don't you want to return to your life as an actress?” He threw her a question instead of giving an answer to her question. Taylor exhaled tiredly and reached for the wine glass before her. She took a sip from it, her eyes pinned on his handsome face. “I do. But I can't help having the feeling you're just waiting for me to slip, so you can punish me.” “It's good you're now afraid of me.” He merely said, got up and walked out of the house. Taylor hissed angrily and relaxed on her chair. She glanced at her wristwatch and got up as well. It was already 9am, and she was supposed to be
Elizabeth was in the hospital attending to a patient when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She didn't reach for it until she was done. “You should be fine in a couple of weeks given you don't do anything that puts pressure on your right leg, or you may have it contaminated which would leave the hospital no choice but to cut it off to save your life.” She told the young man who had broken his leg when he went on a hiking journey.He nodded and closed his eyes. Elizabeth didn't waste any more time with him as she walked out of the ward. She took off her gloves and dropped them in the bin, then took out her phone.She smiled when she saw the pictures sent to her and hastened to her office. Daniel really did take her bait. She was together with him last night and spilled the news that Taylor would be at Glass House Entertainment the following day. She didn't expect the man, who claimed not to be listening to her, to actually act on her words. But she was thankful for that. Now
The first thing Taylor felt when she opened her eyes the next morning was pain in her lower body. She felt someone cover her with a duvet and glanced up to see Becky. Becky smiled, the lines on her face creasing. Taylor sighed and closed her eyes again, recalling the horrible night she had just been through. Her hatred for Andrew finally reached its peak. She clenched and unclenched her fists numerous times in anger. “Mr. Radford left an hour ago for the company.” Becky disclosed, probably trying to earn a reaction from Taylor. However, Taylor struggled to get up, wincing in pain. Andrew had torn off her clothes last night, so she could only wrap the duvet around her body and limp to the room. With each step she took, the pain from her stretched muscles multiplied until she got to her room. She walked into the bathroom only to see Becky had prepared her bath. She soaked in the warm bath for more than an hour, thinking of how pathetic her life had become. After a while, she took
“Delete the tweet and tell the public that it isn't what they think.” Taylor pleaded, almost going down on her knees. After Derek showed her Daniel's tweet, she immediately reached out to Daniel and asked for them to meet in secret. “Why?” Daniel raised a brow before scoffing. Then he leaned towards her and asked, “Why should I do that? You were my girlfriend before your sudden marriage to that brat Andrew. We didn't even break up. So why should I apologize for hugging my girlfriend?” Taylor clenched her jaw tightly. She already knew how this was going to end. But she was desperate for it not to end that way, or she'd be screwed by Andrew. She was about to say something when her phone, which she placed on the table before her, vibrated. Taylor hesitated. Seeing her hesitate, Daniel reached out to take the phone. He chuckled when he saw the caller and showed it to her. “Andrew is calling.” Taylor trembled in fear. He was calling. Her body twitched uncomfortably, recalling the pai
“This is Derek Vaughn, please leave a message if I don't answer the phone.” The automated voice came up for the nth time. Taylor threw her phone against the wall, smashing it into pieces in anger. Today was the 30th day, she had been locked up in her room by Andrew after being accused of frolicking with Daniel. It was also her 30th time being sexually punished by him. Taylor shivered when she glanced at the time. It was 3pm already, and it was only a matter of 2 hours before Andrew would be back to make her life a living hell. She heard a knock on the door, but ignored it as she sprawled on her bed, her back turned to the door. Just like she expected, she heard the door unlocking before it was pushed open. “You should eat something, Mrs. Radford.” Becky said as she walked in and placed the food she had brought with her on Taylor's beside table. Taylor had her eyes wide open, but didn't bother acknowledging Becky's presence. Becky stayed in the room for a while before she breath
Ramos killed the engine of the Rolls-Royce boat tail in front of Andrew's house and got out of it to open the door for Taylor. She alighted from the car and her body visibly began trembling badly when her eyes settled on Andrew's Jaguar which was properly parked in the garage. She clenched her fist tightly to stabilize her trembling body and inhaled deeply to calm herself. However, none of it helped as the thought of Andrew forcing himself on her again like he had been doing for the past few days crippled the boldness she had left in her. "Mrs. Radford, Mr. Radford says you have three minutes to meet him in the wine room." Taylor had just walked into the house when a maid stopped in front of her and passed her Andrew’s message before continuing on her way. Taylor gulped down nervously, gripping her clothes tightly as the fear she was trying so hard to keep away, overwhelmed her. After standing still for more than a minute, she subconsciously glanced at the time before she began
The familiar beeping sound of the heart monitor machine echoed in Taylor's ears the moment she opened her eyes before her other sense organs began reacting to everything else. She first noticed the room smelt antiseptic smell and the first colors she saw was that of the room’s white walls and blue curtains. The hospital. She was in the hospital. She had fallen unconscious in the wine room while being electrocuted by Andrew and while unconscious, her brain had blocked her from feeling feeling pain. Joe that she regained consciousness, a sudden wave of intense pain swept through her body, causing her to wince and shut her eyes, the vein in the middle of her forehead bulging in pain. “You were out for is long I thought you were going to die." Her reddened eyes flew open and she glanced to the direction of the voice to see Nicholas leaning on the wall in a corporate outfit. Taylor blinked her eyes at him numerous times, slowly recollecting she had heard him screaming something just b