《Crazy Billionaire, What Do You Want From Me?》


 You’re Mine

    You¡¯re Mine


    General POV


    "Hi, I''m Ethan Moore. You''re mine from this moment onward," he deres, holding the car door open for her.


    ¡°What?¡ª¡¯ Elizabeth exims.


    ¡°Get in the car,¡± Ethanmands, unfazed by her protest.


    ¡°What¡ªI don''t even know who you are¡ªyou think having a baritone voice can make you stand in front of me and spout rubbish from that


    godforsaken thing you call a mouth?!¡± Elizabeth''s irritation is palpable.


    Ethan smirks. Nice, she¡¯s got a sharp tongue¡ªhe likes sharp tongue.


    Turning to the nearest bodyguard, he orders, ¡°get her in the car.


    Meeting Elizabeth''s gaze. he adds, ¡°if she resists, throw her in the trunk.¡±


    Elizabeth almost loses it. Did the guy just say to throw her in the trunk? Her, Elizabeth ire? Is she some piece of garbage?


    Having said his piece, Ethan steps into the car and sits calmly like he isn''t about to abduct a stranger.


    Having a family that insists he brings a wife home is exhausting. They don''t care about his happiness: all they want is a wife, no matter where she


    comes from.


    Ethan sometimes wonders if they expect him to find one on the streets. Well, he practically did just that.


    Like many billionaire bachelors, Ethan Moore finds little time for himself amidst the constant stream of business trips and obligations thate with


    running his father¡¯spany.


    So, Ethan''s parents are eager for him to find a wife, someone to stand by him. Their main goal is grandchildren, about five as his mother often


    mentions. But to have grandchildren, they need a woman. Ethan can''t have children on his own, hence the need for a wife.


    His parents, who fell in love and married willingly, don''t want to impose any of their family friends¡¯ daughters on him, fearing it would lead to a loveless


    marriage for their son.


    But when they realize he¡¯s not willing toply, they threaten to set him up with Anna Campbell, the one and only.


    Ethan can¡¯t stand her. She''s arrogant and constantly seeking attention. Being an only child and heir to Bell Magazines, she''s extremely spoiled.


    Anna never misses a chance to vie for Ethan¡¯s attention whenever possible.


    Whether it¡¯s at gatherings or social events, she unts her artificial charms, batting her long eyshes and casting seductive nces his way. It''s all


    nonsense.


    One of the reasons he dislikes her is that Anna doesn''t hold a candle to his mother. Ethan''s mother is calm, collected, and reserved


    All Ethan desires is what his parents have¡ªtheir love, their bond.


    He''s aware that Anna is only interested in bing thedy of ENQ Company. She''s obsessed with the fame and title thates with being his


    wife, not with actually being his wife.


    Anna annoys him to no end, and he''d never be with her, no matter what. Even if it means resorting to kidnapping a stranger, as he¡¯s doing now. He''d


    choose anyone over Anna Campbell.


    Elizabeth stands her ground by the car, ignoring the bodyguards urging her to get in. "I refuse to get into this damn car!"


    She briefly considers running for her life. but she knows it''s futile. They''d catch up to her before she could take five steps.


    Who are these people. Elizabeth wonders. Why is today turning out to be so cursed? She just finished defending her best friend from some


    harassers, and now this?


    Elizabeth realizes she can''t possibly stand up to these bodyguards; there are too many of them, and they seem like professionals. Besides, she''s


    already worn out from fighting those thugs.


    Arthur, Ethan''s personal and most trusted bodyguard, closes the gap between him and Elizabeth. In an instant, she finds herself hoisted onto his


    shoulder.


    "Goddammit! Let me go! Put me down!" Elizabeth screams hysterically, pounding his back with her small fists. But the man remains unfazed.


    It bes clear that he''s as solid as a brick wall, and she¡¯s only wasting her energy.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    Elizabeth quickly closes her mouth.


    "Okay, wait. Please, put me down," her voice turns meek and sweet.


    Arthur''s eyes sparkle,plying with her request. hopeful that she''ll willingly enter the car.


    Elizabeth awkwardly clears her throat when her feet touch the ground, watching Arthur cautiously from the corner of her eye. She edges closer to


    him


    Standing on tiptoe, she whispers in his ear, "How much did he pay you? I can pay you even more. Just please, let me go. Name your price."


    Arthur scoffs quietly, muttering a curse under his breath. Does she not realize who his boss is? Funny.


    Without a word, Arthur sweeps her


    off her feet and tosses her over his


    shoulder again, then drops her intox


    the trunk-He had intended for herto


    sit beside his boss at first, but since


    she''stinwilling, the trunk will-do. At


    least she''ll be alone, free, and


    c¨¦mfortable.


    He ms the trunk shut and locks it before getting into the driver''s seat. His subordinates join the convoy, and the vehicles begin to drive out of the


    rural area.


    Throughout the drive to Ethan''s mansion, Elizabeth doesn''t stop banging against the inside of the car trunk, cursing and yelling at the top of her


    lungs.


    For some unknown reason, Ethan doesn''t find her outburst annoying. Instead, he finds it oddly amusing.


    n fact, it''s presisely Elizabeth''s


    spirited defianice that initially caught


    his attention and drew him to her. ->


    Her fiery¡®spirit is something he finds


    captivating, a quality that sets her


    apartfrom the monotony of his


    ustial encounters.


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    Earlier that evening, after finishing


    his discussien about transferring


    land ownership for a new project


    with the Sellers, Ethan needed tos


    reli evehimself urgently. With no¡±


    otheroption I in the slum, he sought


    outa secluded spot.


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    Approaching a narrow alleyway, he noticed a group of men surrounding a small woman. She had striking emerald green eyes and fair, clear skin


    All Ethan wanted was to sign the transfer papers and leave the slum as quickly as possible. So, he proceeded to relieve himself,pletely ignoring


    the situation.

 Ethan Moore

    Ethan Moore


    General POV


    However, he soon heard screams emanating from the alleyway. What shocked him was that the screams weren''ting from the woman; they were


    from the men surrounding her.


    After finishing his business, he approached cautiously and watched from a distance as the woman fiercely fought off the men. yelling and cursing at


    them.


    "If you mess with her again, I''ll kill you! All of you!" he heard her threaten before she walked away.


    Ethan stood there for a moment. dumbfounded and amazed


    What a woman!


    And it was at that moment he decided


    The convoy soon arrives at their destination, pulling into the mansion through the open, sturdy ck iron gates.


    Ethan swiftly steps out of the car and strides gracefully to the back. He unlocks the trunk, but as it opens, a sudden kick meets his face, causing him


    to stagger backward.


    "Fuck," he curses under his breath, chuckling as he wipes blood from his nose.


    He secretly enjoys this violence. He wonders if she''ll still be this violent after spending a day in his house.


    He''ll mold and shape her until she¡¯s calm and gentle by the time he''s done with her.


    "Easy now. Spitfire. Will you?¡± Ethan steps closer to the trunk.


    "Only a fool like you would say that after kidnapping someone. Easy now, you say? How do you expect me to go easy on you?! Who the hell are you


    to mess with my human rights?!" Elizabeth isn''t taking this lightly. In fact, she''s starting to feel scared. She doesn''t know this man or his people.


    "Where have you brought me?!¡± She demands angrily, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.


    Ethan''s grin widens. "My house."


    "I feel like pping that smile off your face,¡± she snaps.


    "Do it, then," he shrugs nonchntly.


    Elizabeth res at him. ¡°Wait, why am I here?"


    "Come with me and you''ll find out," Ethan smiles at her before striding into the mansion.


    Elizabeth has never felt so exasperated in her entire life. How is this even happening, and why?


    Earlier in the day, Elizabeth ire was standing alone by the roadside when a convoy of cars suddenly pulled up beside her.


    She couldn''t help but notice an extremely tall man stepping out of the first car. She wouldn''t deny it, he looked incredibly handsome. He had striking


    features...


    She was mesmerized as he approached and stood right in front of her, leaving only a few inches between them. Elizabeth found herselfpletely


    taken with him. She even wished she could bed him that instant.


    But the words that came out of his mouth the next second made her mentally p herself: "Hi, I''m Ethan Moore. You''re mine from this moment


    onward."


    "Who does that?" Elizabeth wondered if he had read the line in a book and decided to try it on her, but it wasn''t so. He kidnapped her right then and


    there. Why?This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    "What do you want from me?" Elizabeth questions inwardly, regaining herposure.


    She scans her surroundings again, taking in every detail. They mighte in handyter.


    There''s only one way to find out the answer to her question.


    She follows Ethan quickly, and they soon step inside the mansion. Wow.


    Elizabeth is amazed by what she sees. The interior decor of the mansion is beautiful and exquisite; she can''t deny it.


    This is beautiful,¡¯ she nods thoughtfully, gawking at everything her eyesnd on.


    "Thank you.¡± Ethan smiles at her.


    Oops, she actually just said that out loud. Pressing her lips together, she clears her throat awkwardly.


    "Please, have a seat,¡± Ethan gestures to an armchair while he settles on a couch.


    Elizabeth takes her seat but continues to look around, her eyes darting from one angle to another.


    Ethan stayS quiet, observing her as.


    she takes-in every detail of his grand


    living room. He finds her pleasing to


    watch, but he knows he needs¡± to get


    straight to business.   ~


    Clearing his throat to get her attention, he begins, "Like I said earlier, I''m Ethan Moore. I''m the executive director of ENQ Company, I''m wealthy, as


    you can see¡ª"


    "What does that have to do with me? Why are you showing off?" Elizabeth cuts him off.


    She dislikes rich people, especially those who show off, and many wealthy individuals tend to do that all the time¡ªjust like the man before her is


    doing now.


    Elizabeth ire is a middle-ss


    citizen; she isrrt rich, but she isn''t


    poor either: She has never had to


    beg anyone¡¯ for food because shes is


    hardworki ng herself. Having no-one


    to relyon since childhood has made


    her fiercely independent. Soor this


    roan to sit in front of her and brag


    about being wealthy andWhatnot...


    It irks her.


    Ethan stares at the woman helplessly. He isn''t bragging; he¡¯s simply trying to set things straight before he gets to the point.


    "If only you don''t interrupt me a second time, you''ll know why I''m saying all of this.¡±


    "Oh, okay,¡± Elizabeth replies, irritated


    "As I was saying, I have everything I want. But there''s something I need your help with, and that is why you''re here.¡±


    ¡°You mean that''s why you kidnapped me¡ªbecause you have something you need me to help you with?"


    Ethan is speechless. The brat just won''t stop interrupting him. It''s even surprising that she doesn''t seem to know who he is.


    Ethan Moore is a name known by the young, old, men, and women. Even children can spell that name in their sleep. ETHANMOORE.


    So howe the woman in front of him... Ethan is suddenly torn between being happy and being sad.


    A part of Ethan likes that she isnt -


    some fanatic obsessed with his >


    fame,.but another part of him feels


    mixed ¡®feelings of disappointoment


    that she doesn''t recognize. him.


    "Fine, I''ll stop interrupting," Elizabeth mutters after noticing a change in Ethan''s expression.


    She knows she shouldn''t act gullible. She''s in the lion''s den. She doesn''t know this man at all¡ªhe could be extremely dangerous. She needs to tread


    carefully.

 Her First Kiss

    Her First Kiss


    General POV


    ¡°Thanks,¡± Ethan continues. "There are plenty of girls at my beck and call who wouldn''t hesitate to be my wife... but I want you."-


    Elizabeth blinks rapidly for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words.


    "It seems like you''ve started speaking a differentnguage entirely. Please, speak to me in English. I don''t understand Portuguese," she looks keenly


    into his eyes.


    Ethan chuckles. ¡®She''s witty.¡±


    "Here''s the thing: I need you to pretend to be my wife,¡± he replies calmly.


    Elizabeth almost snaps her neck as she swiftly turns to look behind her, making sure he¡¯s indeed referring to her and not someone else.


    . There''s no one behind her.


    "I still don''t quite understand you. Do you mean figuratively¡ª"


    "The exact literal meaning,¡± Ethan cuts in.


    Elizabeth falls silent for a couple of seconds, processing his words. Then she bursts out, "Are you insane? Have you lost your mind? Wait, are you a


    con artist? Is this some kind of joke?!"


    "Those are a lot of questions, Spitfire. Easy," Ethan tries to calm her.


    "Never in your life tell me ¡®easy¡¯ again! What the hell?! You kidnapped me to marry you?!"


    "I''ll pay you,¡± Ethan interjects.


    This statement is the straw that breaks the camel''s back. Elizabeth res up. "To hell with you and your money!"


    "Do I look like I need your money?! Huh?! Do I look like I''m starving and need someone to help me? Take me back to where you picked me up from."


    Ethan heaves a sigh in his seat. "Please, let''s not do this the hard way. Just ept my proposition, and everything will be fine. I assure you.¡±


    Elizabethughs hysterically at his calmness. ¡°You want to force me to do something I don¡¯t want to do¡ªl''m not epting any damn proposition. To


    hell with you and your propesition.¡±


    "Then I''m sorry, you can''t leave," Ethan replies calmly.


    "Sorry?" Elizabeth feels like there is something wrong with her ears.


    She didn''t quite hear him right.


    "You''ll stay here with me until you decide to be my wife,¡± Ethan states matter-of-factly.


    Elizabeth almost goes insane with disbelief. Who the hell does this man think he is?!


    "Is this a joke or something?" she asks incredulously,


    "You''ll find out soon enough what it is," Ethan smiles a mischievous smile.


    He stands up gracefully. "The maids will help you with everything you need to feelfortable. And if you feel you need something they can''t help


    you with, I''m at your beck and call." he winks at her.


    ¡°Good night," he nods gentlemanly.


    Ethan turns around and begins to take long strides out of the living room.


    Elizabeth can''t believe the man is just going to bed after kidnapping her. She can''t let him sleep peacefully, not after what he''s done.


    She lunges forward, swinging her fist toward his neck, intending to teach him a lesson he''ll never forget


    But Ethan Swiftly turns around and


    catches Ker small fist in the palna of


    his handbefore it cannd. He.grabs


    her other hand and puts them*both


    above her head, pinning her down on


    the-couch.


    -


    Without warning, he crashes his mouth against hers


    Ethan nibbles on Elizabeth''s bottom lip roughly, teasing her with his tongue, as if seeking permission


    Elizabeth parts her mouth open slightly, and his tongue swiftly slips in the next second.


    This goes on for about a minute before Ethan breaks away.


    "If you keep up with this attitude, I''ll have you right here and now on this couch," his voice is husky and ragged.


    He presses his lower region against her thighs to emphasize how serious he is.


    Eyes widened, Elizabeth gazes into his glowing grey eyes sheepishly. She opens her mouth to speak, but words are stuck in her lungs.


    Gathering up the ounce of sanity he has left in him, Ethan pushes himself off her.


    He snickers-at her flushed face. "The


    maids witkshow you to your room:


    Like I sald before, they can help:you


    with absolute y anything you need.


    Be nice, Spitfire." With that, he


    strides out of the living room.


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    Elizabeth gradually blinks sense back to her brain, trying to regain her consciousness.


    This is the first time in her life... a kiss... and it''s sweet and exhrating.


    Ethan''s mouth had felt soft and silky, his tongue moist and enticing as it slipped into her mouth and danced with her own tongue


    Elizabeth falls into a daze, but soon snaps back to her senses as her face darkens in annoyance.


    It''s her first kiss, and the man is a total stranger. Ethan just stole her first kiss from her¡ªthat beast.


    Derek. Derek. Anxiety courses through Elizabeth as guilt reces the anger on her face.


    She''s never allowed her boyfriend to touch her, not even once. She nned on letting him tonight. However, dammit!


    This stupid pervert has ruined her ns. Shattered it! He¡¯s stolen her first kiss.


    He not only abducted her but also stole her first kiss¡ªall against her will


    Elizabeth''s POV


    The maids indeed help me settle down. Three led me up the ssy spiral stairs I had seen Ethan more or whatever he called himself disappear


    around.


    Oh, so we''ll be sharing the same floor... Me and that... pervert. I want nothing but to stay faaaar away from that¡ª


    ¡°Here''s your room, ma¡¯am.¡± Thedy that introduced herself as the head of the maids in the mansion jerks me out of my thoughts.


    ¡°Thank you,¡ª¡± Oops, I don¡¯t seem to remember her name.


    ¡°It''s Moana.¡± She replies respectfully.


    I smile sheepishly at her, ¡°thank you, Moana.


    She tips her head slightly in curtsy and turns the doorknob. The door squeaks open, revealing a gigantic room behind itContent (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    My mouth drops open as I stare atx


    the maty¨¦lous view before me. Its)


    sooo beautiful-everywhere in this


    hugehouse I is beautiful¡ªjusttike the


    other parts I''ve seen so far. ¡®Content


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    I can¡¯t wait to explore.¡¯


    Shit. Did I just think that?


    Explore, really, Elizabeth?!

 Dolce and Gabbana

    Dolce and Gabbana


    Elizabeth''s POV


    pping my head mentally, I regain my senses and start to follow Moana into the room. It''s so huge and gorgeous.-


    I have to admit, this man is indeed damn rich, because why not?


    ¡°If you need anything else, please let us know.¡± Moana smiles politely at me.


    I tear my gaze away from the queen size bed that''s right in the middle of the room and look at her.


    ¡°Nothi¡ª" I¡¯m about to reply when I hear my stomach growl loudly.


    My face flush with embarrassment and I bite on the corner of my bottom lip.


    I don¡¯t me my poor stomach, I haven¡¯t had any proper meal since morning


    ¡°What would you like to eat?¡± Moana asks, smiling politely.


    She heard my stemach growl. Even the deaf would have heard it.


    I return her smile with an awkward one, slightly gritting my teeth in embarrassment. ¡°Anything will do.¡±


    She nods her head knowingly. ¡°We''ll be right back.¡±


    I smile thankfully as I watch her and the two other maids walk out.


    After thest one closes the door behind them, I heave a sigh of relief.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    Finally. I have some privacy for myself. But first, I need a hot bath. My body aches all over, and I feel so dirty and sticky from being locked inside that


    damn trunk.


    I walk over to the door and lock it. Scanning my eyes around in search of a towel, my gazends on arge mirror a few feet behind the bed


    Furrowing my brows, I shuffle my feet closer to it.


    This is so big


    I ce my hand on the mirror and retract it immediately, flinching as I notice something unusual. The mirror is actually moving in slightly.


    Huh? Curiously, I raise my hand and push it further, peeping in to see what''s behind it


    My jaw almost touches the ground at once. It¡¯s a walk-in closet. A very big one. I take my steps carefully and begin to walk in, taking in every bit of


    detail.


    There are dresses, wristwatches, designer bags, shoes, underwear¡ªFendi, Gi, Louis Vutton, Dolce and Gabbana, Versace¡ªname it!


    There''s absolutely nothing missing here. There¡¯s nothing a girl can possibly want that isn''t in here.


    This man is a chronic pervert! So, I¡¯m not the first person he''ll be kidnapping¡ª¡®cause what''s with the female clothes?!


    Does he do this often?!


    Now. I¡¯m confused. Who exactly is this man? What does he want with me?


    I catch sight of the bathrobe and I¡¯m reminded I need to take my bath.


    I take a robe off the hanger and head to the bathroom. Even the bathroom is no exception from beauty¡ªit looks marvelous, ssy, and beautiful. The


    bath is sparkling. It looks so tempting, I can¡¯t wait to soak myself in it. I can sleep here all dayyyy.


    I let the water run while I strip my clothes off. Gently, I sink in, rxing my sore hard muscles. I remain this way for a couple of minutes before I begin


    to scrub my body clean.


    After having a satisfying thorough bath, I dry up my body, slip out of the bathroom, and walk back into the closet.


    Thankfully, there are big tees and pants also. I pick up a ck tee and a wine pair of pants and put them on before walking out of the closet


    Soon, I hear a soft knock on the door.


    Right on time.


    Beaming with a smile, I unlock the door. I stand to the side and watch the maids walk in with my dinner.


    I love food. I¡¯m obsessed.


    The aroma from the Mac and Cheese fills my lungs and I just can''t wait to dig in.


    ¡°I hope you like it, ma¡¯am?¡ª-since it¡¯s veryte¡ª"


    lL love et." I don''t let Moana finish before I cut in.


    She smiles, ¡°I''m d.¡±


    ¡°Alexa here will wait at the door until you''re done.¡±


    I grimace. ¡°Oh, no. I can help myself. I''ll find my way to the kitchen.¡±


    I hate being waited upon. Ew.


    Moana licks a corner of her mouth hesitantly.


    I know she wants to protest, but I insist. ¡°Please.¡±


    ¡°There''s no problem, then.¡± She smiles. ¡°Good night, ma¡¯am.¡±


    ¡®It''s Elizabeth. You can call me Lizzy if you find Elizabeth way too long


    She should stop calling me ma¡®¡¯am. Ew.


    She actually looks like someone who''s around the same age as me. She definitely is


    She purseser lips as her gaze


    lands onfny face, briefly. She nods


    politelyand walks out of the room


    withthe remaining two maids ¡®who


    als wish me goodnight.   ~~


    And yet again, I''m left all by myself. Yay!


    I scurry over to the bed and pick the te from the tray, inhaling the aroma satisfactorily.


    Without further ado, I dig in. And I soon lick the te clean


    Now, I¡¯m too tired to even return the


    ceramic.bow! to the kitchen. I guess


    I''ll return it tomorrow morning.Very


    early tomorrow morning.   =


    cing the bowl back in the tray, I carry the tray and ce it on the bedside table. ¡°Sleep here tonight.¡± I grin


    Flexing my shoulders, I fling my body on the bed and instantly fall in love with it.


    ¡°Damn, you''re so soft. Will you marry me, bed?¡± I murmur sleepily, yawning.


    My mind trails off to Ethan; he¡¯s probably asleep already, that perv.


    I frown. Pervert.


    Early the fo lowing morning, my eyes


    Squint open ahd I see that I


    unconsciously wrapped thebed ~


    ~ :


    covers around my body in the =


    middleof night. It must have been


    supetcold for me to have done that,


    ¡®cause I don''t sleep with covers on.


    Ie way toozy to pull the-covers


    on all the time.


    I nce over at the tray and click my tongue.


    ¡°Time to take you back, I hope you two slept well.¡± I spring to my feet and carry the tray from the table.

 Don’t Lay a Finger on Her

    Don¡¯t Lay a Finger on Her


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    Stifling a yawn, I head downstairs, running my eyes quickly, over the numerous doors in the hallway.


    I wonder which room belongs to Ethan. The one next to mine?


    Wait, why am I even concerned? Shaking sense back into my head, I hop down the stairs.


    The maids are up already. Wow.


    I presume most of them don''t know who I am since I got here verytest night. However, the kinds of looks I''m receiving right now are making me


    think otherwise.


    I think they''ve all been informed about me. Ignoring the gazes, I help myself into the kitchen¡ªit''s easy to locate, it doesn''t even have a door.


    ¡°Good morning, Lizzy.¡± Moana smiles politely as scon as I walk in.


    I hear her giving instructions to the cook and I return her smile with a sweet one. ¡°Morning, Moana.¡±


    I''m d she isn¡¯t referring to me as ¡®ma''am¡¯. Nice.


    ¡°Let me help you with that.¡± She collects the tray from my hand and moves to drop it in the sink.


    ¡°Did you sleep well, Lizzy?¡± She pulls back to read my face.


    ¡°You bet, I did.¡± I¡¯m grinning from ear to ear.


    I really did enjoy my sleep. The bed¡¯s soft and smocth...


    I see her mouth move again but I don¡¯t hear what she¡¯s saying ¡®cause something else catches my attention. A sound.


    My ears perk up to be sure I heard what I think I just heard, and I hear it, again


    Damn


    ¡°Is someone leaving?¡± I ask curiously, pulling my forehead into a frown.


    It''s the sound of a car revving...


    Please, God, let it not be what I''m thinking


    ¡°Oh, that''s Mr. Ethan¡ª"


    Immediately I hear the name ¡®Ethan¡¯, I don¡¯t wait to hear Moana finish her sentence. My heart skips a bit and I rush out of the kitchen


    It''s exactly what I think it is.


    How can someone be so wicked and self-centred? He¡¯s going to leave me all by myself, in this huge house¡ªwith strangers. Damn!


    I rush outside through the front door and stand in the driveway. My chest heaves uncontrobly from shortage of breath and I fold my arms across my


    chest.


    I tap my foot on the ground agitatedly, waiting as the ck Maybach draws nearer and nearer.


    I see the confused expression on the chauffeur¡¯s face through the windscreen, and I smirk at him.


    Soon enough, you''ll know what''s up.¡¯


    Slowly, he let the car step a few inches in front of me.


    I look away from him and nt my gaze on the pervert sitting in the back seat. He''s looking directly at me with a smug grin on his face. I re at him


    You wait till I p that stupid look off your face, stupid pervert.¡±


    While exchangingplicated looks with Ethan, a troop of unfamiliar bodyguards suddenly highlight from nowhere and begin marching fiercely


    towards me. Damn


    Of course, they''reing to hurt me for disrupting their boss¡¯ movement.


    I nt my gaze on one among them, the one in front who seems like the leader. He¡¯s the one that threw me into the trunkst night¡ªI recognize him.


    Stupid.


    But he, unlike the rest charging at me, changes direction. He steps close to the car and halds open the backseat''s door.


    Terrified, I fook away from the


    oing ¡®battalion and throw ar


    nce at Ethan. Shrugging his S


    overceal, he steps out of the car,


    rather leisurely. Like he can¡¯the


    bothered by anything whatsoever.


    I must add, he looks super cute. His hair clings to his face, hanging low over his ears.


    ¡°Don''ty a finger on her.¡± He warns sternly.


    The bodyguards stop in their tracks, a few inches from me, as soon as they hear his order.


    To say I¡¯m shocked is an understatement. I literally don¡¯t expect him to stop them.


    I thought he''d be so angry and tell them to beat me or lock me up in a dark room, somewhere¡ªyou know¡ªwithout food or water. Like it¡¯s done in


    novels and movies.


    But...


    ¡°Leave us.¡± I hear his maic. pleasant voice again and get drifted away from my thoughts.


    The bodyguards bob their heads politely at him and return to their various posts. Even the chauffeur steps out of the vehicle and walks a distance


    away from us.


    And now, I''m left all alone with the pervert.


    Smirking, he leans his frail body against the car. ¡°Good morning, damsel.¡± He throws me a sideways smile.


    ¡°And where do you think you¡¯re going?¡±


    Wait, what? Did that juste from me? Damn, I don¡¯t mean for it toe out so bluntly. But since it¡¯s out of my mouth already


    ¡°Out, to¡ª"


    ¡°You''re not going anywhere!¡± I shift my weight from my right leg to the other one, a stern re stered on my face.


    ¡°You think you can kidnap me, lock me up in this stupid big house, and run away?¡ªimpossible!


    Damn. my voice¡¯ so loud. This man will throw me out for sure. I squeal inwardly.


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    Is this a prank or something? Why is he smiling? Plus, who wants to go to work with him?


    ¡°What do you do for a living?¡± I get tempted to ask.


    He chuckles, ¡°I''m a businessman.¡±


    Hmm, liar. "That''s exactly what they say.¡±


    I watch his eyebrows draw together. "Who''s THEY?"


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    What''s so funny?


    After catching his breath, ¡°do you think I¡¯m one of those men?¡± he inquires.

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    I¡¯ll Miss You, Spitfire


    Elizabeth''s POV


    Narrowing my eyes, I study his face keenly. ¡°It¡¯s hard to tell.¡±


    It''s indeed hard to tell. He looks cute, like a modest man¡ªbut he also has this regal side to him... this look of an extremely dangerous man. I don¡¯t


    know what to think or believe.


    His mouth widens in a smile and he takes a peek at the gold Versace wrist watch strapped on his wrist.


    ¡°We''ll continue this conversation when I get back, I¡¯m runningte for work.¡± He spins around on his heels.


    jo." I respond adamantly.


    He pauses in his steps and twists the upper part of his body to look at me. "No, what?"


    ¡°No, you''re not going anywhere.¡±


    A corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. ¡°Okay then.¡±


    As if he changed his mind, he turns and then walks around the car front and gets in the driver¡¯s seat.


    What''s he doing?


    He starts the car and revs it.


    What in heaven''s name is he trying to do?


    My brows furrow as I stare at him through the windscreen, and he returns my look with a smirk on his face.


    Does that smirk ever leave his face?...


    He gives me a knowing look as I watch him keenly.


    I think I know what he''s doing¡ªOh no, he¡¯s going to run me over.


    He revs the car again and I flinch. Without sparing him another nce, I scurry over to the side with a yelp


    I shoot him a re when I see himughing. Beast.


    I''ll make sure I ruin you.¡¯


    He mutters something as he steps out of the car, but I don''t hear it.


    ¡®I''ll miss you, Spitfire.¡± He smiles at me as he steps into the backseat while the chauffeur gets back into the driver''s side.


    Fuck you.¡¯ I mouth and watch as his mouth lifts into a smirk.


    He mouths, ¡®when?¡¯ waving


    Pervert!!!


    I stand still in annoyance as the car drives out of the mansion. Three other vehicles follow in tow; two vans and a benz.


    He must be a really big person to have this amount of security following him.


    Well, bad people have a lot of people after their lives, that''s why his security is so tight. Because he¡¯s a bad person wanted by many.


    I hope he dies on his way. Good riddance to bad rubbish.


    Stomping my foot on the ground, I march into the house angrily.


    I proceed upstairs, sparing no one as little as a nce.


    I jam the door shut behind me and fling my body on the bed.


    Who does that man really think he is¡ªlocking me up in this strange ce? I didn¡¯t even know where this is. I haven''t been able to contact Derek, and


    Susan, oh!


    Susan. She must be very worried right now.


    I bury my face in the pillow and begin to sob quietly as realization hits me. I might actually end up...


    The thought that I might spend the rest of my life in this foreign ce terrifies me and I sob even more.


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    Where am I?¡¯ I wonder for a few seconds


    Then, realization hit me.


    Oh. I''m still here...


    I cried myself to sleep. Wow.


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    The same sound that woke me up drifts me out of my thoughts and I heave a weary sigh.


    I scamper to my feet and head to the bathroom to rinse my face.


    Even after rinsing, it was still looking so puffy. One look, and anyone will know I''ve been crying.


    Resigning to my fate, I walk out of the bathroom and open the door.


    ¡°Hello, Lizzy.¡± Moana grins at me but her grin vanishes as quickly as it appeared.


    ¡°Christ, what''s wrong.¡± The grin is soon reced with a concerned expression.


    I stare at her helplessly and bite back the tears that¡¯s threatening to escape from my eyes.


    ¡°It''s nothing.¡± But my voice breaks as I speak, betraying me.


    Moana heaves a sigh and takes my hands in hers.


    ¡°Talk to me.¡± She sounds like she won''t take an excuse for an answer.


    Heaving a sigh myself, ¡°I¡¯m scared.¡± A tear trickles down the side of my face.


    I notice the expression on her face go from a lost one to a Knowing one and she smiles a small smile.


    She might help me get out of here, right? Why didn¡¯t I think of that before?!


    A little light prates through my heart.


    ¡®I''ve known and worked for Mr. Ethan for five years now¡ªand still counting.¡± She starts, calmly.


    That''s a lot. Not too much, but still much. Five years is no beans.


    ¡°He¡¯s a good man. He''ll never hurt anyone. He''ll never hurt you.¡±


    I hate where this is going.


    ¡°He kidnapped me. He brought me here against my will, and you call that being a ¡®good¡¯ man?¡± My voice cracks.


    ¡®I¡¯m sure he has his reasons.¡±


    What stupid reasons could there possibly be that''ll make someone kidnap a harmless woman like me?! My head aches.


    ¡°Okay.¡± I reply, simply.


    This one can''t help me. She¡¯s a no.


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    Moana nods her head and lets go of my hands. ¡°You haven''t had any food to eat since morning.¡±


    ¡®I''ll wash up and head downstairs in a bit.¡± I force out a smile.


    She nods her head politely once again, "I''ll go set the table.¡±


    I''m out of words, so I only nod in response


    I press my lips tightly together as I watch her retreating form


    I need to figure out a way to get out of here ASAP.


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