Chapter 6

Ella’s POV

It’s been a week since we discovered Fiona tried to kill me. She had hired men to run me down, and Jordan’s men found the car they used dumped and traced it back to her.

Although she denied everything, I couldn’t care less. I was alive, and that’s what mattered to me. Jordan had listened to me and let her off with a warning. She tried to kill me, but I pitied her—classic me.

I sat in the garden like I did every day. With nothing to do, I took comfort in planting more flowers. Jordan had sent all the other maids, including Maya, back to his mother’s house.

He had explained that he didn’t really like many people around him. Maya understood and promised to call me every day. It no longer felt like I was a servant. Jordan insisted he’d take care of me for one month before I could return to my job, as I wanted.

My phone buzzed. “You have three days to provide the money or you go to jail and we take care of your boyfriend.”

The Baxter brothers, Jake and Jim, had been sending me threats for days. The night I planned on telling Jordan about them was the night he told me about Fiona. I had no money to give them, but they kept calling and texting.

“Who’s texting you, baby girl?” Jordan asked. He had come back from work, and I didn’t hear him get in.

“Oh, no one new. It’s just Maya,” I lied. This man would do anything for me. I knew that now, but I couldn’t involve him in my messed-up life.

“I’m going on a business trip to Vegas, and I don’t want to leave you here. Please come with me?” he added, sitting down beside me.

I didn’t know what our relationship was right now, but I knew I had definitely fallen in love with this man.

“Okay, Master, I’ll come with you,” I replied.

I’m“You know, if you keep calling me Master, I might as well give you a reason to scream the name properly,” he whispered in my ear and walked away. This man tempted me in every way possible.

I had forgotten to ask Jordan how long we’d be in Vegas. Maybe it’d be a good thing if we stayed longer so I could avoid those silly threats from the Baxters. Jordan had told me to drop the maid act while I was with him for now, but I couldn’t tell if he really felt the same way I felt about him—or if it was all just a game.

The day passed quickly, and we were packing up for our trip. It was 8 p.m. by the time I finished packing my small bag. I had only a few clothes.

I sat in my room texting Maya to let her know I’d be leaving with Jordan the next day, and she teased me even more. Sometimes, I don’t know why I even tell that girl everything.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door.

“Ella, can I come in?” It was Jordan.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied.

It was late, and this man was dressed so sophisticatedly. Who does that? Oh! A billionaire, I suppose.

“Those clothes you’ve packed—you don’t need them anymore. John will take care of them, and we’re going shopping now. I’ll be waiting for you outside.” And with that, he left my room without giving me time to protest.

These were my clothes. Even if he wanted to get me new ones, did I have to throw the old ones away? And besides, it was already around 10 p.m.—shops in Grey Hill usually closed up by 9.

Not wanting to upset him, I got dressed in a simple gown quickly and met him by the car. He helped me in, and we took off.

“Don’t you think it’s extremely late to go shopping, Master?” I asked.

Why did he have a smirk on his face? Was this guy kidding me?

“Baby girl, it seems you’re forgetting who I am and who you’re with. Any shop will open for me—even if it’s 1 a.m. Unless they want to run out of business the next day,” Jordan replied, and I immediately understood. He was an influential man. Anything was possible.

We arrived at a big building, and from the outside, you could tell they meant business. It looked so expensive. I wouldn’t even glance twice at this place if I were alone.

“Mr. Denver, thank you for gracing us with your presence. We’ve been waiting for you. Take as much time as you need,” a short, hairy man greeted us as he led us inside.

This place had so many beautiful dresses—also, very expensive ones.

“Now, you guys do your jobs and make my girl even prettier than she already is. Get her the best clothes and jewelry—whatever she needs,” Jordan instructed the staff.

Did he just refer to me as his girl? I must be hearing things.

“This way, ma’am. Let’s try on some clothes,” a lady said, pointing to the dressing room. I turned to Jordan for approval, and he nodded.

I dropped my bag outside with him. We got there, and I tried on so many pretty dresses. Instantly, I felt like a movie star as I twirled in front of the mirror.

I finally decided to take a few clothes, but the lady refused, saying she didn’t want to lose her job and that Mr. Denver had instructed otherwise. I agreed and let her pack what she wanted.

We finished, and when I got outside, something had changed in the way Jordan looked at me. It was different this time—not like he wanted me, but like I disgusted him.

Anger was written all over his face; anyone could see it. He paid, and we moved to the car without him looking at me once. Something was definitely wrong.

We got home, and John helped me take my things to my room while Jordan went to his home office without saying a word. I walked to my room, trying to figure out what could’ve gone wrong. I was about to sleep when I heard a knock at the door.

“May I come in, ma’am? It’s John,” he announced.

I let him in, and he told me the boss needed me in his office—now.

I moved to the office, my thoughts running wild. What was wrong with him tonight? I knocked, and he told me to come in.

“Master, you called for me?” I spoke.

He stood up, walking towards me, and for a moment I got really scared of this new version of Jordan.

“Ella, I’ll ask you one time and one time only. Who is Jake Baxter?”