A Doll for the Boss

I didn't understand Serkan, with me he was a ruthless animal, but what he had said to his father left me with two options: either he was a very good actor or all of this had a deeper meaning. When we parked at our house, illogical but true, it was our house, I didn't even wait for the car to stop before opening the door. I ran out, hearing the shouts of my buyer, I wouldn't stop, I knew my behavior was irresponsible, but I didn't want to be with that blue-eyed demon.

I entered the house like a hurricane, didn't even bother to answer the greetings of the housekeeper. I was about to go up the stairs when the world started to spin around me. I wanted to hold on, but I lost awareness of everything around me. The last thing I saw was Serkan's body running towards me.

My head was pounding, I wanted to open my eyes, really, but sleep was taking over them. My eyelids felt heavy, all I could do was listen to his voice, together with another, trying to concentrate to know what they were talking about. "Is the baby okay?" my beloved torment asked.

"Yes, Mr. Serkan, the lady and the child are fine for now. I think it would be prudent for her to make an appointment with her guiding doctor. She is severely underweight, her skin color indicates anemia, of course, we must perform further tests, but it seems evident at first glance."

I let sleep take over again. I had been irresponsible, I hadn't eaten enough these past few days, and I also forgot to take the vitamins and other medications prescribed by Dr. Berón. Yes, it was official, I was the mother of the irresponsible. When I woke up, I felt warm and comfortable. Something was surrounding my body, and I didn't want to move until I knew what it was. But my surprise was enormous when I discovered that the one embracing me was my husband, that demon who tormented me.

"Serkan..."

"Sorry, I fell asleep. I was too tired," he replied as he let go of me and quickly got up, as if my body disgusted him.

"Don't worry. What happened to me?"

"You acted irresponsibly, as a strange thing. You haven't eaten enough, you're not even taking your vitamins. You're not a little girl, Samantha. I'm not your babysitter to take care of you. It sickens me to see you expose yourself like that. I'm tired. Marrying you is the worst thing that has happened to me. On top of that, you were so stupid that you didn't even protect yourself, and now we have to deal with that responsibility. This wasn't the plan." The plan?

"What plan? What are you talking about?" I asked, intrigued.

"Never mind, I wish you were innocent, but you're not a victim at all."

I was stunned by his words. I didn't understand what plan he was supposed to have ruined. He continued talking, but my thoughts were crowding my mind, preventing me from paying attention.

I couldn't believe that, after everything that had happened between us, he still saw me as a burden and an irresponsible person. It was true that I had neglected myself during my pregnancy, but his words were too hurtful. How could I love someone so cruel?

Wait! What am I saying? Love him? Did I love him?

Without saying a word, I got out of bed and left the room, leaving him standing there. I didn't want to hear him anymore. I walked through the halls of the enormous house, looking for a place to clear my mind. I stopped at the balcony, looking out at the garden. Tears started to fall down my cheeks as I repeated to myself over and over again that I didn't deserve to be treated this way.

I went over the events in my mind. How had I gone from living a beautiful life to this hell? My father, or rather who I believed was my father, had sold me like a piece of meat to a man who had a plan, a plan in which I was included, but I didn't know if I was the prey or the victim.

Minutes went by and no one came to look for me. Serkan didn't seem to care about my reaction, as if he had already accepted that his words would hurt me. But I couldn't allow myself to continue submitting to his manipulation. So, I made a decision. I couldn't stay in that house, in that unhappy marriage. I had to find a way to escape and start a new life away from Serkan and his emotional abuse. I had to ask for help, and there was only one person who could help me. I had to find him.

I returned to my room and took a quick shower. Serkan had already left. Thank God! I didn't want to see his accusing eyes or listen to his lectures. I had to go to the university; the graduation ceremony was coming up, so that was a distraction in my favor.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

I quickly got dressed, grabbed my bag, and took out my phone. Destiny was cruel, but sometimes it gave me signs. In my phone's inbox, there was a message from the person I needed.

"Samantha, sorry to bother you, I just want to know if you're okay, it's Omer."

I didn't hesitate for a second and replied to the message.

"I would like to know how you got my number, but I won't waste my time. I would like to see you. We can meet at the New York University (NYU) campus."

I quickly left the house and met the driver.

"Miss, where can I take you?"

"I don't need your services. Tell my husband that his wife will be at the university."

"Ma'am, please, let me at least take you there, then I'll leave."

I looked at him intensely; honestly, I wouldn't mind a little push.

"Perfect, but you'll come back to the house later. I'll call you if I need you."

On my way to the university, I received the response I desperately needed.

"I'm close, I'll see you there in five minutes."

Saying that I felt different would be an understatement. I had made a decision. I would fight this battle, alone or with company, but I was not willing to lose. Serkan would swallow each and every one of his words, that I was sure of.