Kiara's pov I scrambled out of the car as soon as it rolled to a stop, desperate to put distance between me and the man standing beside me in the car. Being confined in such a small place was suffocating and had my heart pounding so hard. I dressed my glasses so that they fit perfectly.I wished I could untie my hair because I definitely look like that nerdy girl who could be easily intimidated. The house even looked more intimidating when I stood before it, and every wall was lined with armed guards with guns tucked into their belts. I looked back to see the big black gate that had sealed me inside. They were impenetrable, standing at least twenty feet tall. The cold wind howled through the iron, rattling it.As the atmosphere became more pervasive, I shivered. “Let's go in,” the man growled in my ear, his hands curling around my shoulder as he pushed me a little. He tugged me towards the entrance. Striding quickly, I struggled to keep up. I attempted a few times to free myself from
KIARA'S POV “I have to report to work this evening, and I need my work clothes." I dragged my eyes back to focus on his instead. He shook his head and then leaned on the door. “ No. You won't work in the meantime. Let's say you are on your holidays, right? “Excuse me?“ My eyes widened as I felt the nails dig deep into the soft duvet on the bed. “You aren't working anymore, okay, so you can relax,” he repeated, his eyes narrowing in veiled amusement as he looked up and down at me. “Why the hell not?“ I snapped, getting more annoyed. "This isn't your father's house because you're here as a fucking prisoner; can't you get it already?"All those men stood there to guide you and make sure you didn't act silly. "There's no work for you anymore, little pretty girl; you won't even get to see your friends or family unless you do exactly as you're told," he scoffed, smirking. “That's not fair!" What the hell do you want me to do? "I will do it and leave this place.” My voice trembled as I
KIARA'S POV I spent the night tossing and turning, unable to take my mind off everything that had changed drastically. I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for me.What will they do with me? If the man asks me to marry him or date him, will I be able to say no, or will my timid self accept everything in a hurry? This worried me a lot, and I had to memorize how to reject him in my mind. When the sun finally rose the next morning, I had eyebags under my eyes. I propped myself up on one elbow. I let out a sigh as I tried to open my eyes fully, feeling the fatigue of a restless night's sleep. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, hoping to lessen the puffiness. I could feel the tightness of my skin, a sure sign that I had spent the night tossing and turning. I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, hoping a splash of cold water on my face would help wake me up. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but groan at the sight of my tired, puffy eyes staring back at me
Two weeks later KIARA'S POV I stir the stew mindlessly, too lost in my thoughts to actually get any work done. I feel someone poke me in the side of my ribs and I look up annoyed to find Casmir staring at me in an eye to eye smile. "What's on your mind little chef?" He asks flopping himself round the table in front of me with his ridiculous smile still on his face. "Cooking" I said hoping that he'd believe that and let me be. Casmir is just one hell of a chef, he nags and makes it tougher for me in here. I remember him saying that I took everything from him once I got to the hotel as a chef. "You actually think I'd believe that? You have been doing this Same thing for more than thirty minutes now. I know you better than you know yourself chef.." Casmir said sassily. I smile and add the next ingredient- a vegetable to the stew. I see as the other cooks glimpse at us. I have once heard them rumour that we are secretly dating but pretends to be real time enemies. But things li
MATEO'S POV Frank wasn't wrong to call me a watcher. I am and it's not something I can resist. My gaze followed my blue eyed mate as she disappears into the same restaurant I ate the last time. With a smirk on her face. She seems to be so happy going to work. Her sculptured, twine-thin figure is something I haven't gotten tired of looking at. The face that would never leave my memory, even if she wanted to I have just passed the Wekki estate and am now heading to one of my mansions. When I see her, my friend!I don't know if she works at the restaurant or if she is just a customer; I hope it's the former. That would be preferable to searching for her for an extended period of time again. I stay in the car, thinking about what else to do. I can't just go in there and scream, "Follow me, girl; you are my mate!" Humans will think I am a lunatic. There is a difference between being impatient and watching something from afar and having the inability to stop thinking about something.
22 KIARA'S POV My inner voice searched for different options for solving this problem. I consider every possible outcome before deciding whether or not to accept the offer.The torture room How is it going to be? Like in the movies? I immediately go to the internet to search for it. I didn't know what to do. It turns out the issue is bigger than expected. If I should go, will my safety be guaranteed? Then what if I don't? I will lose my job. Although it's crazy, this thought came to my mind. What if you changed everything and became completely different? I have to decide here and now whether I give in to his request. If I become his chef, my grandmother's hospital bills will be taken care of. I don't need to pay house rent anymore, except for my grandmother. My eyes widen more and more as I think about it. I shifted my imagination from one scene to another—scenes of torture. "Don't worry about your safety." "I will never hurt you," he says, making me more anxious than I ever wa
24 KIARA'S POV I stepped into the garden. I have been calling Mila since I could remember, but it's just as if network service is not meant for that house. I only remember seeing her once since I left. She told me that she had reported me missing to the police, but she was certainly sure that the man who abducted him was not different from the one who abducted me. She shed a few tears, blaming me for everything, including the fact that I never tried to call her and explain that I was still alive. Getting away from Mateo wasn't the main reason why I desperately wanted to leave the house; besides, I have learned that he isn't as heartless as I imagined. He is just tough to handle. I wanted to visit my grandma more often. He doesn't allow me to. But anytime I see her, her health seems to be so stable. not improving or deteriorating. But today we actually need to be together. It's my parents' death anniversary. Obviously, I will have to sneak out of the house. There is no way Mateo co
THE VIPER MOON PACKAGE Sona's POV "Let go of me!" I screamed and moved my body repeatedly as the man dragged me to his shoulder. He wrapped his hands across my legs and grasped my opposite arm. On getting to his bedroom, he bumped me into the bed and handcuffed my right hand to the side table. Moving away, He unbuttoned his long black shirt and hung it in his wardrobe. He put on his sleeping robe and lay beside me. I tried effortlessly to free myself and escape amidst the screams. "What are you doing?" "If you must disturb my sleep, I will cut your head off." He said this rudely while pointing a small knife at my neck. I trembled in fear, but my mouth wouldn't close. I burst into another fit of tears and struggled to loosen the handcuff. Frustrated, he sprang up from the bed and strode to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and I could smell a lemon-scented bath gel. I utilized the moment as an opportunity to escape. I removed my new hair bobby pin. With my thumb, I pulled