Your Life Belongs To Me

Meera

Hushed whispers reached my ears as I walked down the lobby of my office building, trying my best to keep my tears at bay as I realised that everyone here found out about the immaculate demotion that I had just received.

I bit the inside of my cheeks as I tried to gather my emotions, knowing well enough that when I come back here tomorrow, I wouldn't be a paralegal, but instead, Alejandro Harrington's personal secretary.

And I know that I cannot run, I cannot let him fire me, because a lot many important things depend on me keeping this job.

I cannot allow Alejandro to take away the mere semblance of happiness that I have conjured up for myself.

The moment I step out of the building, my hair curtains my face from both sides as I step into the pouring rain, seeming as if even the skies are weeping at the turn my fate has taken.

I don't have an umbrella to protect myself from the biting cold showers pouring down from above, but instead of the cold, I focus on rushing out of this place as I cross the boulevard in front of my office building and start walking down the street towards where I usually get a cab back to my place.

I don't want to speak with anyone from my office right now. Because everyone knows about my demotion and I would rather have the ground split open and eat me whole than be more humiliated about it. Anyways this Monday is going to bring a lot more embarrassment to me when I finally do start as Ace's personal secretary.

But for this weekend, I just need to lick my wounds and prepare myself for the hell that my ex husband is going to bring back.

Deep in my thoughts, I turn to cross the street, without realising that the traffic lights hadn't yet turned red until a car comes to a screeching halt right in front of me, almost having hit me if I hadn't jumped back and the driver hadn't pulled on the breaks at the right time.

My jaw slackens with fear as I look up at the black Rolls Royce standing tall and proud in front of me, knowing well enough that I am in for a good tongue lashing by whoever the driver is.

That is when the rear door opens and I see the glint of Ace's deep brown hair as he steps out of the car, facing me with an insidious expression on his face.

My heart thunders in my chest as I look around, hoping to find someone to help me, but all around me are people rushing up and down the street, trying to avoid the rain while the cars honk past Ace's vehicle stopped in the middle of the lane.

"Get in." His words snap at me in a more icy manner than the water currently seeping through my clothes.

However, even then, my feet are stuck to the ground, unable to move.

I am not getting in that car with the man who plans to torture me.

I am not going to relive the month of horrific things that Serena did to me, and from what I know, he was the one commanding her to do all that to me; I will never forgive him for that.

"It's late, Alejandro, let me go back home." I respond in a meek voice, but even then, I know that nothing is going to make him change his mind.

Ace always gets what he wants.

Always.

Instead of saying anything, he seems to roll his eyes before sliding out an umbrella from the door of his car before dashing towards me, with the umbrella looming over his head.

He shelters me from the rain but the price of that unnecessary relief is that now his breath is fanning my face and I am unable to think clearly about anything anymore.

"Have you forgotten what I told you?" He snaps, "you are to become my shadow. My personal assistant inside the office and my housekeeper outside of it. Or have you forgotten that I can ruin your life in more ways than one?"

My eyes widen, "but...my job is supposed to start on Monday...I still have to go home and prepare for everything.” I sputtered, afraid that he would just take me away from every semblance of joy I ever knew and plunge me into a deep abyss of sadness. Just like he has done in the past.

“Your job starts when I say it does. And I say it starts today. Come on, I have a gala tomorrow morning, and you better make sure that it is a blast because guess what?” A sinister smile overtakes his lips, “I have given an off to every single one of my staff for this weekend, it is all up to you how tomorrow goes.”

My eyes widen as tears threaten to spring free into my eyes as I look into his unrelenting green eyes, knowing well enough that he is not going go budge.

He was serious about making my life hell and he would stop at nothing until he has achieved his goals.

“Get in.” He spits, anger evident in his eyes making it clear to me that if I refuse now, he is going to force me into the car.

And so, with my head bowed low, I gulp at the lump of emotions forming in my throat and get inside his car, knowing well enough that I have signed my life away to the devil.