Chapter 6 You Are Merely A Possession
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As soon as the photo was taken, Nate moved his arm away from Katie. When they received the certificate, Katie still found it very difficult to believe. "Mr. Nate Davidson, we don't really know each other well, are you really sure about this? Won't you regret it?"
"It's just a certificate." Nate replied indifferently, "Also, don't we know each other well enough? I have slept with you. Or you want to get to know me better?"
Katie heaved a sigh and managed to restrain her anger. She explained with a reluctant smile, "I mean in terms of personality and hobbies and that..."
"You are merely a possession. I bought you. Simple as that." Nate cut her short.
Katie pouted her lips slightly and thought he's right. I'm merely his possession. I will just play along and make sure that mum gets the best treatment.
Nate glanced at his assistant and Tom understood straight away. "This is for your mother's treatment. It will cost around ten thousand dollars monthly. As long as Mr. Nate Davidson is pleased with you, you will receive the money towards the end of each month, if not, then we will..." Tom said as he handed Laura a bank card.
"Or you will deduct money or not pay me?" Katie asked.
"Right. You are a clever girl." Nate lifted Katie's chin up, looking at her into her eyes, and said indifferently, "And when you don't have the money, your mother can't continue the treatment. So, you should know what to do to please me. And if you are a good girl, you will get extra pay."
So arrogant! Katie thought, but she was clever enough to know not to express her thoughts. "Mr. Nate Anderson, I am your wife after all. Surely you won't be so cruel to see my mother not getting the treatment she needs?"
"It's your mother, not mine," Nate said matter-of-factly. "Five hundred dollars deducted. I don't like your attitude."
"What?!" Shocked, Katie exclaimed and quickly put the bank card in her bag. "Why?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't understand." Katie frowned. She looked at Tom for help, but Tom turned his head away. Helplessly, Katie pleaded, holding Nate's arm, "Oh, please, honey, I will do whatever you want me to do. I will be the best woman for you and please you whatever way you want."
A triumphant smile appeared on Nate's face. He looked even more dangerously charming when he smiled and Katie was aware of herself being charmed. She quickly looked away to not show her astonishment. His good look is like the complete opposite of his cruel heart. She thought.
Nate did notice the sudden change on Katie's face. Another shallow girl. He thought. He glanced at Katie and walked away to the car.
Katie followed but was stopped by Tom. "Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Nate Anderson is already about an hour late for work because of you. He's going to the office now."
"Ah. I see."
"Please understand that your marriage is supposed to be secretive. There's no need to tell anyone. Hence, there's no wedding ring or wedding. Also, please don't make any trouble, Mr. Nate Anderson's time is very precious."
Katie nodded, thinking it would be best if it was kept a secret anyway.
Watching Nate's car drive off, Katie thought she had to get a job soon. Who knows when he will suddenly deduct money? Katie got her CV prepared and sent it to a few interior design companies. The interviews all went well, but as soon as they realized who she was, they changed their mind and refused to hire her.
Finally, she went to a decent café to try her luck. Katie had learned to play the piano exceptionally and was a master in cooking and bakery. Whatever she cooked or baked was not only delightfully delicious but also a piece of artwork itself. She could make a cake that looked like a painting, a lovely creature, or a beautiful flower and she had won a few national competitions.
She had to give up her hobbies when she started working for Vincent as she barely had any time for herself. Now that Vincent had betrayed and abandoned her and she had to, ridiculously, marry someone she hardly knew, for the sake of money, from now on, she didn't need to worry about having to get drunk, being drugged, and being taken advantage of for the sake of so-called work and love. She wanted to find a job she could enjoy, something related to art and design.
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As Nate took off his jacket and sat down in his office, he asked casually, "Have you informed everyone?"
Tom hung up his jacket and answered, "Yes. All the interior design companies have been informed. No one will hire Mrs. Katie Anderson."
Nate nodded and got down to work.
Tom coughed a timid cough and said, "By the way, all the clothes, shoes for Mrs. Katie Anderson have arrived, ready in the closet."
"All designed and made by international top designers?"
"Yes. Every single item is unique and of the best quality." Tom paused for a bit and went on, "Mr. Nate Anderson, you are very generous to Mrs. Katie Anderson, but I, err, I wonder why you are so strict with the money for her mother's treatment."
Nate waved his hand impatiently and Tom dared not say another word. He bowed and left.
A victorious smile appeared on Nate's face. She's my toy. Of course, I won't let her gain independence. She should be kept in the cage for my own pleasure.
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Katie had just finished making a cake with the manager and the chief chef watching. Both the manager and the chef were amazed by her skill and presentation. It was pure perfection.
Just as the manager was about to tell her that she was hired, they heard someone walking in, high heels tapping the floor steadily. "Good afternoon, Miss Berry." They said courteously.
Before Katie turned around to see who it was, Beth bumped onto Katie's shoulder so hard that Katie lost balance and again she landed her hand on the table and her fingers happened to touch the tip of a sharp knife on the table. Blood gushed out instantly.
"Haven't you made enough money sleeping with rich old men? What are you doing here in my café?!"
Katie closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. She glared at Beth and asked, "This is your café?!"
"Right! This is not an art exhibition center. We prepare food for our customers to taste, not to watch. We will never hire someone like you!" Beth said arrogantly.
Katie sneered and retorted, "If I knew it's your café, I would not work here even if you paid me millions!" Katie turned around to leave, but Beth stopped her. "Clean your dirty blood on the floor first! Or you are not allowed to leave."
"Beth Berry!" Katie found her unbelievably mean and evil. "Don't be ridiculous!"
"Ridiculous?! You made my floor dirty. You should clean it. Or you want to ask your rich old lovers for help, huh?" Beth mocked.
Enraged, Katie raised her other hand, intending to give Beth a slap, but Beth grabbed her wrist tight and it hurt so much that sweats ran down her temples.
Just then, her phone rang. She fished her phone out of her bag with great difficulty. It was Nate. She hesitated. I'd better answer. She decided.
"Hello?"
Nate could hear the struggle and pain in her voice.
"Are you crying again? You know I hate hearing women cry."
It did hurt terribly, but Katie tried to hide the pain the best she could, "No, I'm not."
"Come join me for lunch," Nate ordered plainly.
Katie didn't want to be seen in such a state, "I'm just about to finish my lunch," She replied hurriedly.
"What's going on? Why do you sound so upset? Come to my company now. I will give you twenty minutes," Nate demanded.
"I'm...I'm sorry. I can't leave at the moment... I..."
Just then Nate heard Beth shouting, "b***h! Mop the floor clean now! Or you prefer to lick it clean?!"
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