~Love is built on
free will and free choice,
not control and manipulation.
-Ken Poirot

"Laura, get up!" I heard a loud knocking on the door that woke me up. I rolled over, blinking groggily. Who could it be at this time in the morning? "Go away!" Pulling a pillow over my head, the banging on the door gave me a slight headache.

"Laura, if you don't get up this instance," the person who was on the outside of the bedroom threatened. I threw another pillow, and rolled over, but came crashing down on the floor. "Ouch!" I cried in pain, rolling off my back and onto my side. "Laura!" Tina's voice rang out in my head. "What is it now Tina and why are you here so early?" I opened my eyes and found her face inches away. I sighed and pushed her away from our closeness, getting up.

"Laura, it's twelve in the afternoon and you're still in bed," I frowned, drawing my hands close to my mouth, stifling a feigned yawn of boredom battering my eyelids open. "Why are you here anyway?" I looked at myself in the mirror, heaving out a deep sigh. I looked terrible. "Vincent told me to come wake you up," couldn't he just do that himself? I walked down the stairs and walked straight to the dining area.

"Sit Laura," I looked around the house to see if anyone was in the house, but nobody was here. I took my regular position and sat back in silence. "Get ready, we are leaving in two hours," I gripped the knife and fork. "Where are we going, Mr. Johnson?" I said through gritted teeth, the irritation in my voice.

Something flashed beneath the surface of his hardened expression and I hurried to investigate the sudden shift. It was too late. The emotion disappeared before I could identify it. "To my parents' house. Laura now go and get ready. It will be a short visit, so don't pack anything."

I sat quietly, unable to move from my seated position. He was crazy if he thought I was going to meet his family.

"Do you want me to help you pack?" Tina flipped through the magazine, popping gum with her feet in the air. I rolled my eyes, shoving chips into my mouth. "I'm not going anywhere," I groaned, tugging at my hair in irritation. If I'm not able to confront Vincent most of the time when he's around, imagine his family. That's ten times the firepower.

"Laura, get down here right now!" I threw the bag of chips in the air because of the voice that startled me. Ascending down the flight of stairs where Vincent waited. Taking small strides, I made my presence known by the clearing of my throat. "I don't want to go, can't we go another day," an unidentifiable expression lurked in his dark features with the shaking of his head to answer my question, which was a no. "But I don't want to go," I pouted like a child crossing my arms.

"Stop acting like a child, Laura, and go get ready. Nothing will change my mind about us going," I stomped my feet like a child in a tantrum, walking back up the stairs. My hair was messy, but I didn't care. I was still in my sweatpants and an oversize hoodie. On the way up, I grabbed my handbag. I stood at the top of the stairs watching as he grew angrier. I graced him with my presence by throwing my handbag at him, which he gradually caught.

"Ms. Smith, your behavior is not acceptable and go and change that," He pointed his finger all over my outfit in disgust. I rolled my eyes, pulling over my hood, mocking him and stomping my feet. "I'm so sick of this whole better-than-thou attitude you all have." I snapped walking up the stairs, slipping on a black dress, fixing my hair and applying natural makeup, slipping on my heels, walking back downstairs.

"Will this work?" He eyed me up and down, nodding his head. "I guess it will do" he guesses how inconsiderate.

This was my first time flying on a private jet. I looked up and gulped, taking a step backward. "I'm not going on that thing," I looked around the deserted area and made a run for it. "Grab her!" I heard him yell at one of the many guards. My body was flung over muscular shoulders, making me yelp in surprise.

"Put me down, this instance, you are going to pay!" I kicked and screamed trying to break free, but it was no use. His hold on me was tight.

Strapping the seatbelt across my body and tying my hands together, I eyed him angrily. "What's this all about? Tying me up for what? I'm not flying on this plane!" I huffed my breathing coming out heavier than usual. I was afraid of heights and it's taking a toll right now.

Blowing the strands of hair that were in my face, I gave up hanging my head low, "A little help here, or you could just untie me." I raised my head and met his gaze. I swallowed hard when his hands touched my face and removed the loose strands of hair that were brushing my face. I closed my eyes, heaving out a long sigh. His fingers traced my cheeks, slowly going down to my collarbone.

He drew near, his hot breath fanning the side of my neck. I gasped when I felt his hands slip into my dress and down to my woman's parts. "W-What are you doing?" My face flushed in embarrassment. I bit down on my lips trying to stop the moan that was about to escape from my mouth. "This will teach you not to run away from me, Bella," Squeezing my palms together, the moan escapes my lips when he started sucking on the name of my neck. With one last kiss, he pulled away and stared down at me.

"Don't ever try to do that again, understand," I nodded. He moved his finger under my chin, allowing me to meet his gaze. "Use your words, little Laura." He smirked at me, waiting for my response. I moved my head away and stared out the window to catch up with what we had. I didn't realize that we were in the air.

"Understood," I whispered. He hummed in response, taking his position in the seat in front of me. "One thing I'll tell you about my family. Don't show them any weaknesses. I'm expecting you shouldn't despite your fierceness. And you soon become a Johnson so I expect highly of you or you'll be punished."

My eyes darted to him, who was watching me intently. He licked his lips, making me swallow hard. "Punished do I look like a slave?" I said through gritted teeth. "I'm not saying you are, but this type of behavior is not acceptable. I've been going easy on you, but things have changed. One disrespect leads to punishment. You don't want the same mistake repeated twice do you?" I opened my mouth to speak, but with a raise of his hand, he seized my speech. That imbecile, how dare he speak to me like that and what's with all the nonsense about punishment.

For a minute, I thought he meant to hit me, but that couldn't be it at all. It's that little heated session we had a few minutes ago. "Don't think too much about it," I ignored him and stared out the window.

The flight was two hours long, the longest two hours of my life. I'm still tied up to this dumb chair and despite my pleading for him to untie me, he refused. "Vincent, please just untie me already," I sighed. He looked at me, his eyebrow raised in question. Ignoring me, he looked back at his laptop. One of his many guards came and told him about our landing.

"Are you going to leave me here-"

"Laura, can you please just shut up!" He rolled his eyes, untying the straps. Before I could get any time to fix myself, I was being thrown over his shoulder. "Put me down yo-you arrogant man," I hit his back repeatedly, but he didn't budge at all. "I'm not risking you running away again," He walked out of the plane and placed me on my feet. I walked further away from the plane and looked out into the field of nothing. There was nothing out here.

I crossed my arms and looked at Vincent, who was watching me keenly. He walked in my direction, wrapping his arms around my body, and suddenly I tense up by what he was doing. "You can never escape me. You've disobeyed me yet again and you will surely be punished." He whispered in my ears before sucking on my neck. Pulling away, he walked to the car that I hadn't noticed was there before.

"Mam please, the boss is waiting," I gave the guard who approached me a slight nod and walked towards the car, stepping in. "Asshole," I mumbled under my breath. He looked at me with a questioning look. I forced out a smile, which he ignored, telling the driver to start the car. We were off to the mansion where the devil's family lived.

"Mr. Johnson I am glad to see that your home," Greeted by The Johnson's chauffeur, an old man held out his hands and shook them with Vincent. In the corner of my eyes, I could see he was eyeing me disgustingly. There was something in his personality that I hated. I couldn't tell if it was the disgusted looks I was getting or if he just didn't like me at all. I'm sure everyone in this household has heard about the news about Vincent being engaged.

"Likewise, Brandon is glad to be back," He wasn't at all glad. It was clear in his tone and the boring expression he had on his face.

"The fiance welcome" You see what I'm talking about? He looked over at Vincent and his face turned completely white. "This is Ms. Smith and you'll address her in the same way that you'll address me," he nods and gives me a look of apology, but something in that look tells me that's a warning and not one at all. The way he looked at Vincent momentarily said that he saw him more than his boss. The old man has feelings for his boss.

"I have to go," He turned me around, wrapping his arms around my body. I was looking at the forest at the back of him instead of him. I was so nervous that I couldn't even look at him in the eyes. He noticed my worry when he tapped my nose."Don't worry, I'm going to have a word with my father. Brandon will show you the rest of the family," I've had enough of Brandon's glares for the day, and now I'm going to meet the rest of the family. I'm afraid I can't do that.

"No, don't leave me!" I begged him but he refused. "I'll be back before you know it," He kissed my cheeks within that small minute, leaving me and Brandon to go and meet 'the family.' "This way Ms. Smith" I followed closely behind Brandon, walking through the house when we stopped in the living room where everyone was.

"Brandon, who is this?" An elderly lady spoke. Her posture was one of someone who belongs in a kingdom. Everything about her screams power. The mother of the household. She had long dark brown hair, her eyes a soft hazel, a round face that was almost similar to a clock, nothing compared to what Vincent looked like. Alongside her were two girls who had the same features as her, but one looked older than the other.

"She's the fiance. Vincent's fiancé," the expression on everyone's face had become sour. They eyed me in disgust. They don't like me."Well, well, well, isn't it the fiance?" she said, spitting each word in disgust. Nobody seemed to care how she spoke to me, but they seemed to be enjoying her little torment with the smirk that was plastered on their faces.