Billionaire Contract Wife: Eight Months in His Cage

Eleanor Vance POV

I leaned my body down. My cold fingertips touched the glass bottles scattered all over the floor. The air smelled like rot and stale beer. These bottles were everywhere, lying right next to my father's body on the ground. He was drunk. Just like he has been every single day since the day I was born.

I sighed. My soul felt heavy. I had seen this same scene for too many years. He comes home drunk at dawn after spending the night in some dirty East End bar. He drinks and he plays his favorite game. He gambles. He bets with my hard earned money.

He comes home too weak to walk. The living room becomes his bed. He finishes his bottles and ends up passing out. His mind and body are just gone.

I did what I always do. I cleaned up his mess before going to work. I made sure to leave some cash for him. I had to. If I didn't, I would have to deal with the consequences. He would slap my face, or my little sister's face, or do something even worse.

I made breakfast for my sister Ivy. Then I stepped out of our humble house in the East End of London.

I caught a black cab. I told the driver the address of the company in Canary Wharf. He dropped me off after a while in the middle of the cold morning mist.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I sat at my desk. I was early. My work starts at nine, and it was only eight thirty. I took my things out of my bag and cleaned the mess on my desk. Papers were everywhere. Once I finished, I started working on my designs from last night.

The hours went by fast. I was so busy. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized my shift was over. I stood up and stretched. My body ached. I had spent so many hours sitting in that chair. I poured all my skills into those building designs on the paper in front of me. I also helped my coworkers here and there. Some of them even praised my new work.

I cleaned up my mess this time and left the office. While walking down the hall, my boss, Mrs. Adelaide, stopped me. She was smiling.

"Good evening, Miss Vance."

"Good evening, Mrs. Adelaide. How are you?"

I smiled back at her. She patted my shoulder.

"I am fine, Eleanor. Thank you for asking. Did you hear about the party tonight?"

I nodded. "Yes, I heard a moment ago. A coworker told me."

"Good! I will see you at the party in Mayfair. Don't be late!"

I promised her I would be there. I gave her a polite bow and went to the elevator. It was a long, tiring day. I didn't get enough sleep. I have been struggling with insomnia for a while now.

When I reached the ground