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I took a nap in the car while returning home from the orphanage. I didn't see it at first but there were only a few pounds donated by my father. It is an unsettling feeling. I didn't pay attention to business. In reality, I've spent the last three years in my room, caging myself. It feels cumbersome to deal with the world outside of the walls of my house.
When Ben pulls the car over. I pause, staring out in the front garden, "I don't know there's a party." I say as I open the door and put my right feet out first. I look at Ben, "Do you know about it?" I ask Ben.
His smile answers me, "Mr Green wants to surprise you."
I nod my head and climb out of the car. I close the door behind me. My gaze rests on him directly. His deep blue eyes!
I climb down the stairs, wearing a black long dress, my hair straight and down. I keep my gaze on my father. though I want to smile. Dad smiles at me. He stands near the last step. I smile, but it falters when I see Luce walking toward my father. He mutters something. Dad leans in to hear him. He's taller than my father. With a nod of my head, dad walks toward the courtyard. I fasten my steps and look at him with a frown, "What have you told him?" I stare at him. He smiles softly and roams his gaze on my dress. His hands shoved in his pockets, "It seems a ploy for attention," He accuses. I blink in disbelief. I put my step on the last stair. I glare at him in his eyes. I push my emotions away, "What did you say?" &nbs
I could sleep. I keep on curving on my back most of the night. I close my eyes. But it also couldn't help. Exasperation! I sit up and drift my gaze around. The electric and fashionable lamps are spreading dim light in the room. This house also belongs to him. In my sorrow, I forget. Dad may need me. I have brought this upon me. I can't blame anyone. I pick his picture and run my thumb on it, "Will you forgive me?" I pause, looking down, "Try to. If you couldn't. I'm prepared for punishment." Tears pool in my eyes. Pure annoyance flashes on my face when I look at the ring, "Luce is handsome. So gorgeous. Um, every girl's dream. But he's not my dream. You're my dream." I smile looking down at his picture. I feel hurt, saying it aloud. I don't know. Why? I don't even kno
I peer at my father, seeping his words into my mind. "You should pack your luggage. Edward doesn't like to be late. Though he owns a private jet." My dad continues to beam on his every word. I roll my eyes. I'm happy to see him happy. I would be more glad if he talks about someone else. "I don't wanna go on a business trip with him," I say, controlling my resentment as dad is praising him nonstop. "Why?" He slowly says, looking at me. A little frown appears on his forehead. "Why do you look so shocked, Dad?" I ask, flashing a full smile, "You never forced me before," I sigh, joining my hands in my lap. "I will never force you, princess. You'll comprehend when I... " I cut him off. "Don't say it. You have already said a lot." I almost chided hi
I look around the Gulfstream G650ER business jet. This man is crazy. He has owned it. I have never travelled out of London in the last three years. There was only a tour with my friends in business class, never a private jet. Though I can afford it, I wanted to fit in with Louis's lifestyle. "A luxury business jet with all modern facilities," I mutter to myself. "My business clients are also joining me," He says. I arch my brows at him, "You already have a company to keep you busy." And I'm going to be bored. It's not as I'm hoping he will entertain me. "There must be a room," I asked him. He motions with his index finger at my back, "You can rest after take off." He says. I shrug my shoulders and
I swallow, looking at the king-size bed, covered with pearl white sheets. I feel him coming behind me, "I'm not sharing a room with you." I say, wandering my gaze around. My gaze halts on the painting of the castle and the lone angel with white wings is flying in the sky. "It's our room," He says, "We're still unmarried." He arches his brows, his expressions are guarded, "You're my wife." He looks back at the painting. My heart begins to race hearing his calm voice, "I won't be available. So our room is yours." "Thanks," I sat on the sofa and bent slightly to remove my snickers, "I'm tired." I look at him from under my lashes. "There are guards outside if you wanna go out, feeling hungry. Use the intercom." He says, pointing at the nightstand.&nbs
I blink my eyes several times as it begins to adjust in the dark. Another blink, I wasn't in the dark. The garden seems familiar to me. The confusion clears when I see some known places. It's the garden area of our high school. A smile appears as I feel excitement rushing through me. I start to walk toward a known path. I hear my own laugh, louder than my imagination. "Baby, you can't escape. I need my notebook back, " My heartbeat races as his merry voice pours in my ears. I stop, puzzled. My eyes begin to roam around finding only one particular face. My laughter echoes again. At that time, I felt a shiver running down my spine. I couldn't catch myself as I wasn't laughing. 
I gawk at him as he keeps pacing back and forth in his office. I didn't know about his office until I followed him after breakfast. I don't want to argue if he will ask me the reason for standing out of the door. I dearly wish to go in but I need his permission. I jump as he towers over me and clears his throat. I gaze up at him, "Hi," I smile nervously. "Do you need anything?" He asks in a low and soft voice. "Yeah! Can I sit with you?" I clear my throat, "I won't disturb you." I mutter, lowering my chin. My heart begins to ripple in my ribcage. With bare feet, I'm never bothered but he's too tall. I'm terrified of being alone and he didn't need to know this. He's quiet for a long time, staring at me. I t
I drop my gaze and take a deep breath. I didn't ask when she would come. His Friend! She's not my problem. I walk into the hall. The dark is falling around. I hate to sleep and have another nightmare. I clasp my purse closer to my side. He must be out. I've picked a silver mini dress and my wavy hair is down. I begin to drift to the hall. I don't want to make the clink of my heels get any attention. A figure in a tight black dress catches my gaze. She's looking like a model in a deep v cut neckline of her dress. Her hair is dark, her dark dress is matching her smoky eyes. She is beautiful with a heart-shaped face. She looks as draped a moon in black cloth. "Where's he?" She asks, flashing her soft smile to him.