That afternoon James Miller took Becky to a well-known boutique and bought her a nice dress for her to wear.“Where are we going, Mr. Miller?" asked Becky after they got back in the car."To a party, listen, don't talk to anyone without my permission, if someone asks you a question, answer as briefly as possible," said James Miller dryly.Becky just nodded faintly then turned her face to the window, thinking about her siblings. It seemed they didn't need her presence anymore, with all the facilities James Miller had given them she shouldn't have to worry about anything."Is there any news about my father, Mr. Miller?” she asked quietly.James Miller was silent for a while before replying, "Don't put your hopes on him anymore, he's left you guys already, now focus on your job,!" he said coldly."Job? What kind of job do you mean, Mr. Miller?""To do everything that comes out of my mouth," answered James Miller nonchalantly.Becky sighed then turned her face away,"Will things be harder

Becky held her breath as her entire body was almost completely covered in Sashimi and Sushi, she didn't know what James would do to her, but it didn't look as bad as she thought. She observed her master who looked handsome in his white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, if they were met differently, maybe she would fall in love with him. After all, with all his cold demeanor, it seemed impossible that he would ever fall in love with her."Are you ready?" asked James as he took his chopsticks out of their holder, looking down at Becky's tense face."What are you going to do to me, Mr. Miller?" she asked almost in a whisper.James smirked, "Nothing! I'm just going to have dinner, if you're hungry and you want to eat right away, just do your job right," he mumbled dryly."What do I have to do?" she asked trying not to exhale too hard because she was afraid he would drop Sashimi on her stomach."You just need to lie down quietly, don't react no matter what I do to you," he re

Dear Becky,'I know you are hiding something, I don't know what you are going through but I want you to know that I will always be there for you. Well, Alex can be annoying sometimes, but he also really loves you. I want you to know that all the luxury things given to us will absolutely not be able to replace your place in our hearts. Take care of your health, we will always miss you.With Love, Phoebe.'The letter was written in a hurry, as seen from the very messy handwriting. Becky clutched the paper to her chest, her eyes starting to well up with tears, but James Miller who was very good at reading people would surely be able to quickly figure out what was on her mind.As per Timothy's orders, she put the letter down the toilet and flushed it, avoiding unnecessary trouble. After washing her face with water she rushed back to her chair with a completely different feeling.She glanced at Timothy who was busy in front of his laptop, checking the CCTV of the mansion."Do you have to m

Suddenly James lifted his hand to caress the top of her head, down to her cheek then to her lips. He put one finger in her mouth and let her lick it. “Are you a good slave?” he hissed as his other hand tugged at Becky's waist to cling to her.Becky just nodded her head as her mouth was filled with her master's finger. James Miller smirked, he looked a little scary as his passion was rising, Becky shuddered in horror."Isn't it time to try the white room?" he whispered right in Becky's ear who immediately glared in fear, but no matter how scared she was, she wouldn't dare to deny it because of the punishment she was about to receive would probably be much worse than what he had planned in his head.James Miller took his index finger out of her mouth and then moved it to her hair, he grabbed her hair until she looked up with her face looking up at him.Becky grimaced, feeling the sting of James Miller's hand on her long hair but she still restrained herself from saying anything.Watchin

The sun shone through the windows, waking Becky who was still fast asleep. She narrowed her eyes, suddenly startled when she realized that it was morning already. She pushed herself out of bed and winced as she felt pain run through her body. She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand next to her, the dark blue light showing 9:00 am.With all her might she got up, wrapped herself in a blanket, and walked limply to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom mirror, she looked at her reflection which was full of bruises, and could only breathe heavily because for a while there was nothing she could do to deal with the problem.She opened the bathtub faucet and filled it with warm water, she sprinkled Himalayan salt and a few drops of lavender essential oil to relieve the pain. At that time it seemed that she would not care if James Miller shouted at her, her body needed a little relaxation and if her master still had instincts as a human he should understand how badly she needed res