The next morning, Priyanka woke up early. She took a quick morning bath and changed into a red blazer jumpsuit which has few bigger buttons at the perfect places. She looked gorgeous in her outfit. Her hair was well made by a home service hairdresser. Her makeup a bit light with the red lipstick. "Desmond, tell Harry to get the car ready." She instructed her personal bodyguard as she walk out the front door.
One of the maids ran out to meet her, "Ma'am, you haven't had breakfast yet." Priyanka glance down on her wristwatch and sighed, "There's no time for morning food or tea now, Mrs. Hemsworth. By the way, where is Francesca? I thought I ask you to take today off."
Mrs. Hemsworth eyes lit up in surprise. She never remember her new boss asking her to relax today. "Ma'am, she's in her room sleeping." What did she just say? Priyanka's eyes narrowed in anger. "Sleeping? At this time of the day?" But it's just 6:39am. Isn't it too early to be awake? "I'll kill her." Priyanka head for the servants' lounge immediately. Her men followed her behind.
The bodyguard outside opened the servants' door for her to go in like a royal majesty. "Where is she? Where are all my staffs?" She busted the moment she got in. Her voice escalated the hall. Majority of the servants' took the back door out of fear of getting fired.
Whereas the stupid ones like Justin, Tristan, Max and Harry lazily strolled down the stairs. They still look sleepy, especially Justin. He was shirtless with just black sweater pants that showed the 'V' line at his abdomen. But there is one thing she noticed. His wedding ring wasn't on his finger. He was wearing it as a pendant on a necklace around his neck.
The moment she saw them, her anger boiled the more. Increasing it to a hundred degree Celsius. "You lazy good for nothing cowards, you're still sleeping? At this time of the day? Do you know you all have duties and chores and works to do?" She's so strict and straight forward.
The first thing that caught Justin's sleepy eyes was her cleavages and white breasts peeping out of the 'V' neck of her dress. He felt like squeezing them with his hands and sucking them in his mouth like a dog. She noticed him staring at her chest so she adjusted the hem of her collar properly. "You maniac, stop looking at me like that."
"What?" He pretended like he didn't know what she was talking about. She came back to her serious attitudes. "It's 6:45am and you four are still in bed, why?"
"Because we want to sleep and we demand privacy from you." Tristan booted in. He didn't care whatever she'll do to him and she was glad he fell into her trap. This would be another way she'll exact her revenge on Francesca. "Take him to the drilling room." She commanded one of her men. Before Tristan or the others could process what's happening, a big guy picked him up from the ground. "Give him 75 strokes of the cane, I want his girlfriend to hear him wail like a newborn baby."
Francesca hurried down the stairs, still wearing her nightdress. It's obvious she spend the night in her boyfriend's room. The guard was already taking him away and there was nothing Justin or the others could do. "No! Please stop." She tied the robe of her nightdress and stopped in front of Priyanka. "What are you doing? You already took my parents and my boyfriend's too. Please don't hurt him. Let him go"
Wonderful! Priyanka loved this. She want her to beg and beg and beg her for mercy until she's filled and tired of seeing her face around. She smirked and leaned forward. "You want me to let him go?" When she nodded, Priyanka gave her a dirty slap and ordered the big guy, "Make it 100, I don't care if he dies but don't kill him."
Hearing hundred made the others interfere. Justin was the first to boot in, "Priyanka, please don't do this. We talked about this last night and –"
"And what, Justin?" She snapped at him. "What is it we talk about last night? Oh or is it because I didn't have you beaten as well for trespassing into my bedroom last night trying to rape me?" Jesus. His eyes wide open in shock. He never did that. He wasn't there to touch her. He only came to – "Priyanka, you know you're lying. I didn't come there to touch you. You have already said enough lies on web. Please stop."
"You know it's true." She scoffed and turn to the others. Already, Tristan was taken out to the drilling room and his groan echoed the whole place. "You all took turns on me and I'll make sure you all pay darely for it." There are specifically some lies you just can't defend yourself. You'll feel like you've been tied with so many ropes, standing in a stagnant position.
Justin was confused. He knew she's telling nothing but a flat lie. She just want her men to believe her. "Priyanka, am saying this again. You have to stop whatever you're doing and take your revenge on me. I am your ex and I am the faults in your life."
She let out a mockery chuckle then looked at Francesca, "What are you wearing? Your nightwear instead of your maiden uniform. For this you have done, you will go on hunger strike for three days." Francesca gasp and faced the others. Priyanka called out the head of the kitchen, "Christopher!" And the old man ran out within a twinkle of an eye. "From now till three days, no food or snacks should be given to Francesca, is that clear?"
"Yes ma." The man nodded and went away.
Francesca is likely to pee on herself now. How would she survive a whole three days in a row without food or snacks? She'll die. Justin thought it would be a good idea to save his sister but Priyanka hushed him with her palm facing him. "I told you last night that we have things to do today. You have five minutes to get dressed and meet me downstairs." She faced his friend, "Harry, you have five minutes to get the car ready and….. Max." She ran her eyes all over him. "You'll be free today – but my room is dirty and don't attempt to steal anything because I'll kill you." She clapped her hands and her bodyguards followed her out.
Max and Harry faced Justin immediately she was out of sight. They cursed him. "Did you see what you have done? We warned you not to kill yourself for this woman in the past now see, she is now a thorn on our flesh."
"Guys, guys, please cut it out." Justin covered his ears and went upstairs. Max and Harry wont let him be. They complained and murmured behind him. Asking him to do everything he can to make sure their families are set free from her foot.
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"What are you wearing?" Priyanka asked Justin the moment he settled next to her at the backseat of a white limousine. "What does it look like am wearing?" Justin glance at his body, "A black suit with white inner sleeve with no tie and two button step left unlock for my bare chest to expose itself. This is what am wearing today."
"Nonsense!" She refuse to hear. "Incompatible fool!" She exclaimed, even Harry at the driver's side, jolted on his seat. "We are off to discuss business with some important people of this country and you're wearing this rag? What you should be wearing is a white sleeve, a black bow tie and black pants. Not looking as if we're going on a date."
Justin's brows arose to his forehead, "You want me to dress like that? Seriously? What am I? Huh? A waiter? A receptionist? A bartender guy or what?"
She hushed him with her hand briefly standing in the air, "Shut up! You have no delegated right to question my choice. I am your boss, your president, your commander, you are to do whatever I say and command you to."
Justin was ready for this fight. Harry was getting tired of their noise coming from the back seat area. "You are not my boss, you are my ex and FYI, I have a company, an office and duties waiting for me on my desk!" He retorted back and she laughed. She poke her finger on his chest, "You have duties in the office? WOW! Have you no sense that I've bought your company and your staffs?"
He was stunned. He has no idea about that. He can't believe his hard earn achievement has been overthrown by her. And she laughed again and shook her head. She clicked her tongue in pity. "Maybe you don't know yet." She sat back properly, "Harry, move this thing. Am running late – and," She want to pick out something, "I refuse to be addressed as Priyanka." She stated, strictly warning Justin indirectly. "From today, I should be called "boss or ma'am' is that taken?"
The car was in silent. Justin and Harry refused to answer. Is not like she cares anyway. "Harry, please stop the car when we get to the Chinese restaurant before the first traffic light." Justin said. But Priyanka stood against it. "I forbid you to do that." Justin looked at her, his eyes red and tearing in fierce. "Why? Am hungry and Harry is too scared to say the same too. Do you want us to die?"
"I tell you when to eat, drink and sleep. You have no say of your own, Mr. Chadwick." She said. "We will only have breakfast by 12pm today." 12 – Justin gasp, "What? 12? You want us to eat breakfast at noon. That is lunch hour, Priya –" He stopped when her brow rose. He doesn't want to get another beating of his life again. He quickly corrected, "I mean, ma'am." Harry try to hold his smiles. This was too dramatic and he dares not to look back at them playing 'boss and assistant' roles. It would be so unbelieving that Justin would address his ex as 'Ma'am'
"I have spoken." She fixed her collar and faced the window immediately Harry hit the road. "I am a married man, I have duties to perform as a husband." He whisper to her so that Harry won't hear their conversation. She mocked and glance up at him, "What type of duties? Sex? Make her scream day and night on your bloody bed or take her shopping or take her to a date or what, Justin? You could do me a favor, you know that right? I need more maids in the servants quarters. Send her over, she could be of great help in the kitchen."
He paused for a moment, studying her like she was a book. "You seriously have no idea what I do in my marital relationship and if you have clues about what married people do as well, you won't be holding me captive in your zone."
She ignored him and faced the window.