Chapter 3 I Became His Toy

I cried silently, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Fear, sadness and anger gripped me at the same time. I felt like I was in my worst nightmare and I couldn't wake up from my dream.

'I did nothing wrong to him but why is he treating me like this?' I asked myself, sobbing.

I wiped my tears, struggling to stop crying. I wash my face and look in the mirror. "Emily, you must quit this job now and leave this place!" I tell myself. I grabbed the tissue, dried my face and rushed out of the room to James' workroom.

When I got there, I didn't see Amy at her desk. I continued walking past her desk and stopped in front of James' workroom door.

"Sir, thank you for the money you gave me. It's already in my account."

I stopped my hand before it touched the door when I heard Layla's voice from inside the room. My brows furrow as I wonder what she's talking about.

"You did a good job. You brought Emily here." I heard James's voice. "Just remember!" his voice turned menacing. "Keep your mouth shut!"

"Y-yes, sir," Layla replied.

Anger took over me as I realized I had fallen into their trap. The devil must be behind all of this. He's the one who told them to set me up.

I just remembered now. My name was written on the agreement paper before I signed it. He knows everything about me from my ID card. I'm so happy with the salary I'll be getting that it makes me forget everything.

I immediately opened the door, walked in, stood next to Layla, who was looking at me with a shock look on her face. "Why would you do this to me? Why did you help them set me up?!" I asked, raising my voice.

"Emily, I-I didn't mean-"

"Amy, take her out now!" James said, cutting her off.

Amy nodded obediently to him before she led Layla out of the room and closed the door.

"I want to quit my job now!" I said into James's eyes.

A smile crossed his lips. "I'm afraid you can't do that cause you've signed the contract," he said casually, but his gaze was threatening.

"I signed the contract because I didn't know you all set me up!" I said in anger.

Another smile crossed his lips. "Miss White, do you have any proof that we sat you up? Don't forget. You came here of your own free will and we didn't force you to sign the contract," he said with a sly look on his face.

He left me speechless by saying that. My heart beats fast. Fear and helplessness gripped me at the same time and it brought tears to my eyes.

"Sir, please ... help me," I pleaded with him. "I can't be here anymore. I'm so scared of him." I couldn't help but cry, covering my mouth with my hands.

He sighed, staring at me pitifully. "I'm sorry, Emily. I can't help you," he said quietly. "You don't know who Luciano Kingston is. No one dares to go against him and he always gets what he wants. I advise you to let him play with you until he gets bored with you or he will make your life hell." There was fear in his voice and in his eyes.

I was so scared that I quivered inside. I felt like I fell into a dark, deep pit and I was trapped in it.

My cell phone suddenly rang. I took it out of my blazer pocket with my trembling hand and checked it. Linda called me. She stay in the room next to my apartment room.

"Linda, what is it?" I tried to answer the call.

"Emily! Your aunt is being taken to the hospital where she treated before. Eric hit her! She was bleeding and passed out because her head hit the wall. You must go to the hospital now!"

She shocked me by saying that made me forget everything. Only my aunt I think of now. I immediately ran out of the room, leaving this place to go to the hospital by bus.

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"Please God ... Please save my aunt," I prayed, crying, sitting on the chair in front of the sliding door leading to the operating room. My heart was beating fast, my hands and feet were cold. I don't know how to live this life if my aunt left me forever.

I quickly stood up from the chair when the sliding door opened and I saw a doctor and a nurse walking out the door. I walked closer to the doctor, holding his arm. "Doctor! Please tell me my aunt will be fine," I said, sobbing.

He sighed with concern in his eyes. "We have done what we could do. Your aunt had severe bleeding in her head. She's in a coma right now. All we can do is wait for her to wake up."

I cried upon hearing what he said. I really wish this had never happened. I want my aunt to be here right now, holding me in her arms.

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It was almost midnight as Luciano walked down the hall to the room where Emily's aunt was being treated. He stopped at the door, looking into the room through the glass panel. He saw Emily was asleep in the chair with her head and hands resting on the bed before her, where her aunt lay in a coma. He quietly opened the door, walked in, and stood by her.

Tears filled his eyes as he looked into her face. The sadness, pain, and hatred that had tormented him all this time made his heart suffer greatly and made his life like hell.

Worry took over him seeing her shivering in the cold in her sleep. He took off his jacket and put it on her shoulders, then looked back at her face.

He wanted to touch her cheek, but he was afraid he would wake her up if he did that. Tears back filled his eyes. His heart cried every time he saw her face. He then walked silently out of the room, holding back his tears.

As he walked down the hall, he took his cell phone out of his trouser pocket and called James. "Pay all of her aunt's treatment costs and give her two days off," he ordered.

"Yes sir," James replied obediently before Luciano hung up the phone.

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Emily's POV:

I'm in the changing room right now, standing facing my locker before me. I just put on my uniform. I didn't want to work here, but I had no choice because of the contract I had signed.

I looked at the jacket in my hands. 'I'm sure this is his jacket.' I have told myself many times. I will never forget the sweet smell of his cologne.

I furrowed my brows in thought, curious. 'But why did he come to the hospital? And why did he pay for all of my aunt's treatment cost?' I asked again the question that had been on my mind since two days ago.

I was so relieved and grateful when the nurse told me he had paid all of my aunt's treatment costs, but I also had my suspicions why he did that.

I have searched about him on the internet. He's 28. He's brilliant and so rich. He owns the largest property company in New York. He also owns a luxury watch company. If he becomes my enemy, then he is an enemy that I can never defeat.

I then put his jacket into my locker, straightened the uniform I was wearing, and walked out of the room to the lobby with unanswered questions in my mind.

I stopped behind the reception desk and sat down in my chair. Emma was already sitting in her chair. She gazed at me with hatred and disgust in her eyes, then went back to busy with her cell phone.

Now I know the reason why she hates me. It's because Luciano told James to fire her best friend so I can work here. She thought I had seduced James into getting this job.

I wanted to tell her the truth, but even if I did, she wouldn't believe me and she would accuse me of lying.

Luciano would easily get thousands of girls like me if he wanted to. Every beautiful girl would willingly throw herself at him. No one will believe me if I tell the truth. I moved my gaze away from Emma, looked ahead, and sighed inside. Sometimes silence is better than talking.

My heart suddenly raced. I felt all the air leave my lungs as I watched Luciano walk into the glass front doors. I immediately stood up straight, put my palms on my belly. Emma quickly did what I did.

I kept looking down, hiding my face from him. I dare not look him in the eye. I breathed a sigh of relief inside when I heard the elevator doors close.

I sat back in my chair, struggling to calm my rapid heartbeat. I told myself I would have a heart attack if I had to see him every morning of the year.

As I looked at Emma, I saw she was gazing at me suspiciously. I tried to smile at her to hide my nervousness. I then saw Amy walking towards us with a paper in her hand and standing in front of the reception desk. "Emily, give this to our CEO's secretary. He needs this now," she said, handing me the paper.

"Yes, miss," I replied, even though I didn't want to go to that floor. I stood up, took the papers from her hand, and walked into the elevator.

When the lift stopped on the 20th floor, I walked out and I was now in the large lobby. A sudden fear gripped me firmly when I saw no one here. It reminds me of that time. I stopped in my tracks as I told myself I had to run now.

I turned around. "Why you still standing there?" It startled me to hear Luciano's voice from behind stop me from taking a step.

I turned around, and I saw him standing at the door of his workroom with his arms folded over his chest. His domineering eyes gripping mine made me quivered with fear.

"Give me the paper now," he said sternly.

He left me no choice but to obey him. My heart beats faster and faster as I walk over and stand before him. "Sir, here's the paper," I said, handing the paper to him. I dare not look him in the eyes.

I gasp in shock as he grabs my arm, sending the paper falling to the floor. "Let's go of me!" I said as he tugging me after him into the room and he sat in the chair behind his desk with me sitting sideways on his lap.

He tucked his hand behind my neck while his other hand wrapped tightly around my waist. My eyes opened wide in shock as he kissed me on my lips. I quickly pushed his chest. "Why did you kiss me?!" I asked, gasping in fear.

His threatening eyes gripped mine. A teasing smile crossed his lips. "You are mine. I can do whatever I want to you," he said. His voice was deep and intimidating.

"I'm not yours and I never will be!" I said, raising my voice.

His big, strong hand gripped my small face, sending fear and a chill down my spine. His angry eyes gripped my terrified eyes, making my body freeze. "I saved your aunt, but I can also make her suffer," he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Please! Don't hurt my aunt. Please ... I beg of you. I promise I will do whatever you want." I was so worried about my aunt that I cried.

He smiles with satisfaction as he wipes the tears off my cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his domineering gaze. "Be a good girl. I will punish you if you misbehave," she said in a soft but threatening voice.

I nodded obediently to him, tears dripping from the corners of my eyes. I saw another satisfied smile on his face. My heart beats even faster as his eyes fall to my lips. I closed my eyes shut, gripping his jacket as he raped my lips again.

As his lips kissed my neck, I shivered, opening my eyes. I felt something in my nerves that I had never felt before.

His lips trace the electrical path down my neck to my collarbone while his hands unbutton my shirt then reach my bra. I shivered as a gust of cold air touched my bare skin.

He lowered the cups of my bra. I gasped as I felt his warm hands squeeze my breasts. My nerve endings tingle as his tongue fiddled with the peak. The strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly felt his erection pressing against my pussy. Fear, helplessness, and something I've never felt before take over me at the same time.

He stopped playing with my breasts when his cell phone rang. "Fuck!" he said in anger, breathing heavily.

I quickly stood up from his lap, standing some distance away from him as I buttoned my shirt with my shaking hands.

He took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and checked it. "What is it?" he answered the call sternly and listened to the phone.

A smile suddenly crossed his lips. I was afraid to see his smile and his eyes. He looked like a beast that would torment its prey.

He hung up the phone, put it back in his jacket pocket, and stood up from the chair. I struggled with my fear as he walked over and stood before me.

His fingers gently caressed my cheek, then his eyes met mine. "We'll continue with this later," he said. There was tenderness in his voice and eyes, but suddenly his gaze became threatening. "You are mine now. Never dare to run from me. I will find you wherever you hide. Be obedient or I will make your life hell," he said in a deep voice, smiling. His eyes told me he meant what he said.

I cried silently, putting my hands to my mouth as he walked out of the room, leaving me alone. My body is no longer mine but his. I am now his toy that can only obey.