Imprisoned by the CEO
“You will have to marry me and bear me a child.” “What the fuck?!” Logic flew out of the window when Grace heard him say that. “Excuse me, what did you just say?” Maybe, she was the one who had heard him wrong. It could have been anything except marrying him and giving him a child. “You heard me,” Christian tsked, “but I’ll repeat it. Marry me and have my child.” Her mouth opened and gaped at me. In her mind, she was trying to make sense about what was going on. How in the world had it come to be? What in the world could make the situation come to this?! “No?” Grace replied, but then realized that the word was not firm enough. “No.” she said again. Christian frowned, and it seemed so innocent like he had not asked her the most unbelievable thing. “Why not? I thought you wanted to help me. You offered.” “I offered my help, my brain, my support not my,” she hesitated, “stomach!” What was the word for it? “Womb,” he provided. “Yes!” She slapped her hand on the table. “You don’t get my womb!” “I don’t?” He challenged. “No!” “What if helping me out means Lorelai coming out of a coma?” Grace felt her heart drop. “What?” Christian nodded. “What if helping me out, agreeing to what you have to do for me, means bringing your grandmother out of the, that she is in?” ******** Grace was one strong girl and with the people she put her trust in, that was only a small number, she knew she could conquer the world, or at least she thought to herself. When her best friend proposed a deal that could change their lives, she made a decision that was going to be mutually beneficial to both of them. But one renovation led to many and everything has been just a game, a manipulation from him. Everything was full of deceit, lies, planning and plotting against her. Every single thing, right down the fact that only he had been her friend… Everything was a lie and she had been living it, willingly. Tropes; Friends to lovers, office romance, best friends, frenemies, marriage of convenience, possessive villainous and morally gray heroes!
Graduation party - III
Her head felt heavy and her eyes were droopy. The party had been going on for more than two hours and now she could battery keep her eyes open and wherever Christian was, she now had no idea.
It was too much.
"I. . ." She slurred and held onto the bar counter for support as she tried to get down from the bar stool and just tried to stand straight. "I am going to go. . Hone." She slurred out the words barely coherent for someone to understand.
"Oh, really? Well then allow me to be a gentleman and escort you to it." Liam held her shoulders but she shook her head and shrugged them off.
" I . .c-can go." She said firmly or at least tried to do so. It was just so difficult to talk.
She felt fingers grip her chin. Liam stare into her eyes as she felt her vision get hazy more and more.
"Let me drop you home. We do not know where Christian is." He patted her cheek slightly, "Grace, you came with Christian didn't you?"
Realisation settled in and she hissed in irritation. Christian was her ride and he was now probably in a bathroom stall fucking the brains out of someone. She would not be able to find him soon and he was not coming in front of her for a very long time.
"Let's go?"
She nodded to Liam and he made the way to the parking lot, helping her too.
He didn't know her address. "I live at the—"
"—first apartment above the bakery on the west side. I know." She heard him say. Good, good, he knew where to go. Now she could fall asleep.
Something touched her. She frowned, slowly becoming aware of the massive headache coming her way. What was this?
Hands. Big hands were touching her.
She opened her eyes in an instant.
"Shh," someone said in her ear and she bit her lip from panicking out and shouting, "just keep quiet and it will be over soon."
She blinked her eyes repeatedly to get rid of the blurriness. The bloody days did not go away rather it seems to be settling in more. She tried to move herself. Her hands did not. . . or rather could not move. No matter how much you want to trash your legs around they did not move either.
Had she been . . drugged?
"Go . . Let go . . " Her own voice sounded rough to her ears. Was it even hers? It sounded like someone who had been possessed.
"Hush, babe," who was this?
Something ruffled and her clothes were roughly taken off. She tried to resist. She even tried to yell out but words barely got out of her throat. The headache was growing.
Shit, she had to do something!
"La. . T. . ."
His fingers slowly caressed the elastic offer underwear. It raised sensations and she was not happy with it. She knew what it meant.
"Bastard!" She heard a loud voice and winced. Headache did not help. Suddenly the weight on top of her disappeared and she felt herself grow even colder than before. She immediately turned to her side and gasped for air.
Something was happening in the background. Even if she opened her eyes, which was quite difficult, she could not see anything clearly.
"Ah!" She groaned at the pain. Something had landed on top of her.
"Get the fuck off her, cunt."
She winced as a body collided with the heart and cold ground. The impact on her head was enough to get the blurriness off for a few seconds. She finally saw what was happening for a quick second. She did not know what to do. She watched the entire scene unfold.
Two people were in her bedroom. And one was choking the other. She did not know who was who but tried to crawl slightly to see what was going on with the more clear picture.
She gaped at the scene.
Christian and Liam.
Liam was choking Christian.
She felt like crying. Her entire body was screaming with pain and she could not move. But Christian dying was the last thing she wanted as he was the only constant person she had had except her grandmother.
Try to get up but could not do it, har har has started to get heavy again and she could barely make out where was what fullstop everything seemed to be multiplying by two and more. So she did the next best thing.
Making eye contact with Christian, she glanced at the metal vase and tried to focus.
She kicked it, her vision got heavier.
She did not know if he got it or not because at this moment she had closed her eyes. The last thing she heard was a smash.