Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.

I, Abigail "Abby" Wilson had no choice but to find a job A.S.A.P as I was kicked out of our house when my grumpy grandmother have had enough of my jobless lazy ass just partying, shopping, and getting drunk. The last straw was when I thought that my grandmother would not be home from a cruise and decided to throw a wild pool party at our house. Just when the party was getting hot my grandmother came home furious and kicked my friends---well, some I didn't even know---out of the house including my sorry Lil ass. I begged and told her that I'd change, but she didn't listen. She said that I could only come back when I proved to her that I'd changed. Well.. To hell with that! Now, I was unwillingly here in the executive office of the CEO of Hamilton Electronics &TelCom International Corp (HETIC); Alexander Hamilton as his executive assistant. I gaped in surprise as the boss whom I'd be working with starting today, sitting impassively on his expensive leather swivel chair was no other than my ex-boyfriend Alex back in high school who just decided to disappear without telling me! What would Abby do? She'd already signed a two-year contract and she couldn't afford to pay the breach of contract as of now. Could she work with him knowing that they had a past? And what was with his attitude? It seemed like he had a secret grudge toward her that she could hardly comprehend. I guessed she had to find that out for herself.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.