TAMED

Prologue

"Why the hell will I go as far as France?" Sahara's voice thundered all through the corner of her father's used to be study room. She even flinched a little and shifted her seat on the long couch that faces the window of their grand mansion in Washington D.C.

"That's what your father stated here on his last will, sweetheart.." The odd creepy voice of their family attorney soothes her frown face.

She moaned in dispair. Long and thick eye lashes were opened and closed as she let out an irritated sigh.

Her high heeled pointed shoes were clicking on the tiled floor. And her skimpy mini dress was slightly disheveled.

Annoyed expression is clear and evident on her fully make up face.

The epitome of a liberated woman. And no one on earth dared crossed the path of Sahara Gale. Or else they're making their life a living hell.

"Then do something about that damn sheet of paper! That's what you are paid for..!" She smashed the curtains that separated the windows from her as she abruptly shut it down making unnerving sound.

The face of Mr. Leroy twisted and his face darken. Though he was immune to the lady's smart tongue, he can't help but feel a little hurt by how she treated him.

His face went still as he stood up and tucked the papers on his portfolio getting ready for a grand walk out.

Always the same routine.

"Might as well seek legal advice if you want that to be changed, darling. I'm not paid for forgery.." He groaned. Sweat embeded now on his bald head. "And if your ready for France, inform me so I can booked you the ticket.." And he headed towards the door. Leaving the pissed off lady standing like a queen on her short indecent taste of dress.

"I'm not fucking going to France, you old man! " That voice was all heard echoing the brick house.