The Billionaire Loyal Slave

. The room was beyond anything she had ever imagined. The size of it alone left her breathless, with polished marble floors that shimmered under the soft light, walls

ece of the room. Everything about the space screamed luxury, from the heavy drapes to the minimalist

ched, and perfect. She could feel the weight of the world pressing on her shoulders. The life she had known-her old world, her old self

ts fine material. It was elegant, beautiful, a world away from the threadbare clothes she had once worn. Yet,

pen without waiting for permission. Alex entered, his posture tall, confident, as usual. His cold gaze s

that same unreadable intensity. She couldn't quite decide w

ipped and authoritative. "You'll wake up at five, prepare my schedul

she had made, after all, even if the reality of it was harder to swallow than she had anticipated. Th

s if even saying the word 'yes' was an

thing close to a smirk. "Good," he said. "And one more thing." His tone shifted, becoming more omino

e without even raising a hand. The thought of crossing him made her heart race in fear. She wasn't sure she could bear whatever consequence

e barely above a whisper, her thro

es. He took one last look around the room, his focus landing back on h

lla," he ordered.

door, his stride purposeful, like everything in

at echoed through the room, leaving Ella

morrow, she would begin her new life, her new role as Alex's assistant. The thought was almost

matter how grand the view or how luxurious the room, nothing could erase the underlyin

sat down, and the weight of exhaustion hit her all at once. Her body ached from the long day, the fear, the tension

r was this just a dif

ike distant stars. The world outside was so big, so vast, and

s had been too all-consuming. She had been too busy surviving, day by day. But n

d she tr

willing the thoughts away. Tomorrow would come soon enough, a

and eventually, sleep claimed her. But even in sleep, the reali

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through the heavy drapes, signaling th

was. She glanced at the clock, panic rising in her chest when she s

the floor beneath her feet. Her limbs felt stiff from sleeping

d cold water on her face, and pulle

as already up. He sat at the large kitchen island,

said, not looking

to apologize. There was no time for a

quietly, but he di

ross the counter to her. "This is your to-d

asks. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to

s, but there was something different in his eyes. A flicker

rted," h

th, squared her shoul