The Billionaire's Enslaved

Attacking Jordan

Madam Riela led her into the main building, the tallest house in the compound, the one standing high and mighty at the centre of every other building.

She led her into the kitchen. Inside was much more radiant than outside but Melissa barely noticed. She was buried in her thought and the shame that she had gone through.

Melissa didn't know how to feel about all that Madam Riela had said and she didn't want to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing her cry. That would fuel her ego and Melissa would rather die than see that happen.

Madam Riela spoke to an elderly woman who was dressed in a white double-breasted jacket, pants in a black-and-white houndstooth pattern, an apron and a white cap. It was clear she was the Gomez's chef and Melissa wondered why Madam Riela was talking to her.

After talking for a while, Madam Riela finally announced.

"You all get the day off! This slave here will do all of your jobs today."

Melissa winced at the harshness of that word, slave, and she bit her lips harder, willing herself not to cry.

Of course, Madam Riela could make her statement without adding the word slave but Melissa knew she had done that deliberately to hurt but she would not waver because that was exactly what they wanted her to do: Madam Riela, Ivy, Louis, Jordan and even Paula! All of them! They all wanted to break her so they could topple over her. But she would not waver. She would be strong instead and endure.

"Here, have this!" Madam Riela grabbed the garbage can from a maid who was about to leave to empty it. "Go empty this yourself!" She handed it to Melissa and Melissa accepted it without a protest.

"You're gonna have to help the chef so quickly get that done and return."

"Oh! I'm done cooking. She just needs to do the dishes and tidy this place up." The chef wiped her hand with a hand towel.

"You heard her." Madam Riela said but Melissa remained mute.

"I've told you to always reply to me when I'm talking to you."

"Yes, Madam Riela." Melissa grudgingly muttered.

"You had better know your place. Don't go ahead rubbing shoulders with just anyone. You're just a slave. Never forget that!"

"I know. Will you quit telling me already?" Melissa couldn't help but shout.

"What?" Madam Riela was starting to say but the chef patted her on the back and held led her out, but not without tossing a sympathetic smile at Melissa.

Immediately they were all gone and she was all alone, Melissa broke down, letting the tears fall. She dropped to the kitchen floor and cried her eyes out, her wet dress flailed about her. She was beyond hurt. It felt like her heart had broken into thousand pieces, in a way that the shards couldn't be merged. She felt ashamed and worthless.

Melissa wondered how she would return to that room now that everyone knew what she was. Oh! Ivy would make her life a living hell and would not hesitate to rub it to her face that she was only a slave — a slave without a will.

And then Paula. . . She didn't want to think about her betrayal. It was too painful to bear, little as it had seemed. She had thought Paula was her friend but little did she know that she was living a lie.

But why? Why did she have to go through all these? What had she done to deserve this?

"Jordan!" Melissa balled her fist. "Jordan Gomez!" She screamed, caring less about what anyone would say if they heard her calling the boss's name without any respect.

Wiping her eyes furiously, she stood up from the floor and walked out of the kitchen with the garbage can in her hand. The kitchen had a door that led her out of the house and she walked with her lowered, sniffing as she took the can out to empty it.

Halfway through her journey to the gate, she paused in her track when she sighted a black car parked in front of the mansion.

She watched as the door was opened, revealing Jordan Gomez dressed smartly in a black fitted suit. Melissa had never seen him in a suit before, and neither did she think he would look this good in a suit.

She had only seen him dress like a cowboy with that black horse of his but now, he looked like a completely different person: completely different but the same.

His black hair was gelled to the back, revealing his forehead. His brows were knitted together in a tight frown and his pink luscious lips were pulled into a thin line. It was clear he had a very bad day at work.

Melissa felt her eyes twitch with anger as she watched him get out of the car. It was Jordan Gomez! The man who had snatched her away from her mother and had brought her here to be treated like a slave. It was Jordan Gomez! The reason she had to be called a slave by everyone.

Here she was, standing with a garbage can because of him. It was all his fault. She had gotten slapped because of him. She had been insulted, betrayed, trampled upon because of him. Everything was because of him.

But it ought not to be so. She had been her father's princess while growing up. Even if they had had no money, she had been treated like a queen by her parents so nobody should have the right to strip her of her pride. She was no slave; she didn't deserve to be treated this way.

Melissa, before she could stop herself, was now rushing to Jordan with the garbage can in her hand. Jordan was talking to Louis as they walked to the house.

Two men were walking behind them and it was these men that saw her running to Jordan but before any of them could stop her, she was already emptying the garbage on Jordan's suit.

"You, asshole!" She screamed, raining the content of the can on Jordan who looked shocked and traumatised as the garbage kept pouring on him like rain.

The two men finally grabbed her, the can be falling off her hand as they held her but that didn't stop her from yelling:

"I'm no slave, you got that? If you're gonna continue treating me like a slave then let me go! I've told you we'll pay you everything we owe. You have no right to lock me here, you bastard!"

Jordan finally came out of his daze and he raised his head to look at Melissa who was still screaming. His eyes met with hers and he held her gaze.

"Are you okay?" He heard Louis ask him but he remained quiet, locking gaze with Melissa instead.

Melissa stopped talking the moment she saw him looking at her and her heart began to thud violently in her chest. Jordan was staring at her icily, his dark eyes breathing fire and brimstone and his nose flaring with anger.

He looked like something out of a comedy show with the rotten spaghetti hanging onto his forehead but Melissa couldn't laugh. Jordan's dark eyes had held her bound and she suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Why did she empty the garbage can on him once again? What had she done?

"I - - " She was beginning to say but like the flash of lightning, Jordan was by her side, squeezing her neck like some wire.

His suit was ruined and he now had a bad stench oozing out of him; Melissa felt choked both from him trying to strangle her and from his stench.

She began tapping his fingers wrapped around her neck, trying to get him to let her go but instead he wrapped his second palm around her neck, applying more pressure as he pressed her neck.

Melissa's eyes began to water at the tight grip of his palms on her neck: He was squeezing her throat and holding her there in place in his iron-like grasp.

"Boss." She heard Louis say but Jordan ignored him, his palm still on her neck as he kept looking right into her eyes. Melissa could see her reflection in his dark orbs, but much more, she could see a glint in his eyes and she knew instantly that she had gone too far. She shouldn't have done what she had done.

"Let - - me - - go." She struggled to speak but he remained still, slowly lifting her from the ground.

Mellisa's heart was now slamming hard in her ribcage when she felt her feet leaving the ground. She tried pulling his hands away but couldn't.

Her fingers were digging into his flesh yet he remained there, unflinching, his thumbs pressing harder down her windpipe, cutting off her air and making her wheeze for breath. Was this the way she was going to die?

"You'll kill her, Jordan," Louis announced but Jordan remained still. It was like he was now dumb, unable to hear anything. He looked like a monster, the glint in his eyes now obvious. Melissa could see death in his eyes and she shut her eyes, finally embracing her death.

"Jordan! What are you doing?" She heard a light voice ask and just immediately, Jordan let her go.

Melissa dropped to the ground with a thud, coughing and wheezing for air as she struggled to breathe. Her hands were on her neck as she coughed, tears falling from her swollen bloodshot eyes, and streaming down her cheeks.

Jordan stared at his hands for a while, like he was shocked at what he had done but when the spaghetti on his forehead dropped into his open palms, his glare was back and he turned around, walking out on the lady that had called him to order.

"You!" Louis seethed. "What was that for?" He questioned but Melissa couldn't reply, she was still struggling to breathe.

"What's going on here?" The light voice asked again and Melissa looked up to see a pair of green eyes staring down at her. It was the eyes of a pretty blonde and her face was filled with confusion.

"It's this. . ." Louis couldn't find the right word to classify her. "She brought it upon herself."

"What do you mean?" The blonde asked.

"I'm sorry, my lady but I need to check up on Jordan. He might need me." Louis said, before rushing into the house, the two men running with him.

"Are you okay?" The blonde asked, offering her a hand and Melissa gratefully accepted it.

"I - - guess." She stuttered, her throat feeling sore.

"It's already forming bruises around your neck. Why will Jordan choke you this way? What has come over him?"

"He's a monster. That's what he is." Melissa coughed.

"That's not true. You can't blame him! He has been through a lot! It's not fair to call him a monster!" The blonde defended and Melissa was taken aback. She hadn't expected to see the blonde defend Jordan so defiantly.

"I need to understand why he acted this way. There must be an explanation." The blonde's lips formed a pout and she walked away, leaving Melissa in surprise.