The Billionaire Loyal Slave

ry details for Alex's meetings. But her mind was elsewhere, haunted by thoughts of the life she had left behind. She

a web of her own making? The weight of Alex's commands, the chilling precision with which he ordered her life, suffocated her more and more

bound to him now, and any attempt to break free would

viding a faint background noise. Ella kept her head down, focused on her work. But her thoughts kept drifting back

f that felt like a distant memory now, as though it belonged to someone else. The new life she had been forced into was all-consuming. There were

It was yet another order, another subtle reminder of who held the power. Ella stood up hesitantly, her stomach fluttering with

shed marble floors. The contrast between the grandeur of Alex's home and the simplicity of her own

was set for two, the gleaming silverware and fine china an intimidating reminder of the world she had entered. Ella took a seat, her body t

ow, deliberate movements. Ella picked up her fork, her hands shaking slightly as she pushe

fortable in the traditional sense, but it was suffocating in its own way. Every moment that passed without a w

is voice breaking thro

of casual small talk you would expect between two people sharing a meal. It was as if he we

cted this question. She wasn't sure what to say, but she k

sponse would suffice, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Alex wasn't asking out of genuine

er of his lips. "Managing? You either are, or you aren't." His voice was

ed being put on the spot like this. "It's... different. But I'll get used to it." Her words were so

n crawl. There was no warmth in his gaze, no trace of empathy. He was a man used to control, used to seeing people be

ou just need to follow orders." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's how th

s clear, even if he hadn't explicitly said what would happen if she failed him. She could already imagine the conse

, his voice quieter no

ed slowly, not trusting herself to speak for fear of what might slip out. She had

eel any better. If anything, it was worse. It was as though he had made his point, and now he

ing at him as she gathered her thoughts. The power dynamic was so stark, so absolute. Every word he spok

Every moment she spent in this penthouse, every command he issued, was a reminder that she was slowly losing herself. The woman she once was, the perso

continue to play the game. Becaus