ERIKA She frowned to herself looking down at that text from Nigel. Pack your bags, it said. What did that even mean? What could he possibly try to say anymore? Was he throwing her out of the mansion once and for all? Was he sending her away? Or did he have something far more sinister in his mind for her? She had no idea, she hadn't seen this coming. Erika went back to her room and she sat on the edge of her bed, trying to figure out if she should actually pack up. She had no idea what she would do if he sends her away or throws her out because then all her plans would inevitably go down the drain. She had to stay there and watch Nigel's every move to somehow find a crack on the wall. But it was almost like he had figured out what she was trying to do and that's why he was sending her away. She really didn't know anymore. "Why?" She texted back. It didn't take long fir the response to come. "Don't ask. We're leaving tomorrow," Nigel texted, making her frown at the usage of his word
NIGEL "Now that the partnership with the Rossi's are finalised, what is the next step, sir?" Metin, Nigel's newly appointed lawyer after he got the CEO position spoke, waiting for directions. Nigel actually didn't expect it but he was trustworthy. He didn't feel like being aloof to Metin at all, he was reliable. "Everything is settled, we'll announce the project as soon as my team prepares the main dossier," he said, sitting on his desk. He was at the office, he hadn't been there for a week but everything was under control. He didn't want to gloat but he was handling it all pretty well. "What papers should I arrange then and by when do you need it?" Metin asked, as straightforward as ever. "A formal contract and a more detailed agreement," Nigel flipped through the files unchecked on his desk. "For that, I'd need the main dossier," Metin asked that made Nigel slightly frown. "That's pretty confidential, I don't think I can hand it to you," Nigel said firmly, standing up to show
ERIKA She frowned to herself looking down at that text from Nigel. Pack your bags, it said. What did that even mean? What could he possibly try to say anymore? Was he throwing her out of the mansion once and for all? Was he sending her away? Or did he have something far more sinister in his mind for her? She had no idea, she hadn't seen this coming. Erika went back to her room and she sat on the edge of her bed, trying to figure out if she should actually pack up. She had no idea what she would do if he sends her away or throws her out because then all her plans would inevitably go down the drain. She had to stay there and watch Nigel's every move to somehow find a crack on the wall. But it was almost like he had figured out what she was trying to do and that's why he was sending her away. She really didn't know anymore. "Why?" She texted back. It didn't take long fir the response to come. "Don't ask. We're leaving tomorrow," Nigel texted, making her frown at the usage of his word
ERIKA "Where do you think you're going?" Sally said, grabbing Erika by the hair and throwing her on the floor. Erika looked up and started crawling back as the three women towered over her with despicable smiles. She could feel the twist in her ankle when she fell, she wasn't very physically strong. She had underestimated the situation. Before, she had power so she got away with saying almost anything. She lost track of her reality and how staying silent was the best possible thing she could do for herself. "Don't.. you can't do anything to me..", Erika said, her voice stuttering because she didn't trust anybody. They might even kill her and no one would bat an eye. Her breath turned into gasps as Beatrice leaned in to slap her face hard, making her face numb. She grabbed her hair hard again and tilted her face hard while the other two restrained her hands, making her struggle too hard to move out of their grasp. "Who will stop me, you fucking whore? The camera's here don't work,
NIGEL She had lost a lot of blood and she was beaten up before her head smashed on the edge of the sink. She might have some internal injuries along with the bruises. Marks of her getting slapped and punched and kicked on the abdomen. Nigel could feel his breath heave, it was difficult for him to stand still when he knew how easily he could find the culprits. He just looked at the light bulb above the operation theatre door. He stood outside, his mind not working, his phone blowing up with calls. "Sir, I think it can be Amelia, she's known to start fights. But.." "But what?" "Erika knew better than to fight back. She never confronted people even when they treat her rashly. Either she was at her breaking point when the altercation happened, or.. someone had just lashed out on her with anger. I don't know but I am so worried, I can't stop thinking about it," Violet looked down, just as restless. Nigel didn't really want anyone by his side but it was strange having someone who looked
ERIKA She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them, she could see his concerned face right in front of her. And it was troubling. To think that everything that she was facing was because of him while he kept on pretending he gave a shit was torture itself. "Why?" "Because-" "Why are you treating me this way? Why are you trying to make things easier on me by manipulating your own rules? Is it some trick? Is it a way to push me deeper even though I'm already on the lowest level possible?" She said, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold her peace like that. "I would've lived with the fact that you hated me from the core and it would've saved me from this madness. Somehow.. your kindness, empathy, whatever this is, is way worse than your hate," she continued, watching his face return back to his original sternness. That gave her satisfaction. "Just go back to how you were before. Get your revenge. Get bored of me and toss me away. I don't want this.. you're confusing me.
ERIKA "How do we do that?" "But first, you okay right? You feeling better?" "Yeah, now tell me." "I'll tell you about it but you have to be more open minded about it," Metin said, almost like he was unsure she would agree to it. "Go on." "No offence but.. you already know what people think about you and how you are perceived. You are hated widely and you're called names everywhere. People think you're enjoying your lavish life out there somewhere in another country without any regrets, they don't know the truth," he said. "But it's all a trap. I never did anything to-" "That's not the point here. It's a good thing you have a tarnished reputation and we can use that for our own benefit." "How? How can it get any worse?" "If we somehow show the world that you're related to Nigel Asher, your reputation would make him go down the same road that you did. If he has a bad face in front of the media, his value and influence will go down immediately and that's when we can gain back th
ERIKA "I..", Erika was supposed to be a different version of herself but the closeness and the way he looked had completely distracted her from the point. "Here.. I'm here to complete my job." "Job? Are you insane? What job?" He really was back to how he was before, his eyes showed nothing but irritation. "You were gone all day, I was asked to clean this room up but you weren't there at all so I couldn't enter. You locked it as well. I just want to clean this room up and leave, that's it," she said, somehow getting her voice back and the willpower to not let her eyes hover. "Get out, right now." "I won't." "GET OUT." "I WON'T! Don't make this hard for me. I don't want this job to pile up on me tomorrow. I want to take it easy, I'm still recovering. I'm sorry I expected you to be understanding!" Erika yelled back, letting out her stubborn side that caught him off guard for a split second. "Just let me finish it and I'll leave. I won't bother you or.. her." Nigel stared back at h