"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me.
"I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice.
He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with th...
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When I said he is a fucking exploiter, I meant it. He clearly knows how to put someone on disadvantage when they are at weakness. I didn’t even start working and I already despise my boss to death. And here he still thinks I will marry him. For fuck’s sake he is out of his mind to think that, and if even after this I marry him I’m the one who needs to be in a fucking mental asylum.
While working I received an email from his assistant saying that I need to pay him 1.2 million back over the course of 26 months. First, if I have to pay within 26 months then all my salary will be gone and I will be left with nothing and probably still not complete the debt. And secondly, I have to pay him extra because he had ‘trouble’ because of me. Is he having trouble or causing trouble?
My blood is reaching great heights of anger and frustration all at once. How the fuck can he do like this? This is all his tricks, I should have understood yesterday itself when he accepted my request within a heartbeat.
I woke up late this morning, and all I've been doing since then is grumping on my bed and thinking of what to do. I think at this point I will do anything to repay him and not get married. Fine, I will pay him over the course of 26 months, working my ass off in his company itself. And then I will throw the money on his face. Peace out asshole.
I thought of talking to my father about this, though he will not agree but this time I’m the one who is adamant to convince him. And I will. No, I have to convince him.
So, just to be on the safe side of my father, not that I care but still since I have to make him on my side I need to somewhat impress him. So I cooked something good for dinner so that he will at least listen to me calmly and not just lash out on me.
After completing all the house chores, I went inside my room and started sketching. At least there is something which will heal me for now, because I have a whole war to fight. Against my father and against Mr. Raichand. I wish my mother was here, probably she would have taken my side and helped me in this critical situation.
