Six days passed by and no one ca except for the butler, who brought trays of food and left without a word. Even when I asked him questions, he never answered .
I stood by the window, staring down at the estate. Everything felt cold and lifeless here. In fact it was even worse than the place I ran from.
Speaking of places, my thoughts drifted back to my family. I wondered how they were doing now. Did Claudia and her mother celebrate their victory of finally having erased? Did my father even notice? Did he even care? And my mother... Did she feel my absence? Or was relieved that I was finally out of her life?
I let out a sigh and tried to push those thoughts away. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I should be more concerned with getting out of this prison.
I made my way to the door. I knew it wouldn’t open. But today, sothing strange happened. As soon as I reached for the handle, the door opened. I didn’t know if I should be happy or scared. What if this was a trap?
Before I could think further, a presence enveloped . Unlike anything I have ever felt before, this was alarming. I slowly raised my head, my heart pounding wildly inside my chest, and when I saw it, a gasp almost escaped my lips. He couldn’t be a human, right? It was as if I died and went to hell and a demon in his human form stood before .
This man, if he was a man , was beautiful, no, that was an understatent. Alluring. He was tall with broad shoulders, his dark hair was neatly styled and his features were dark, sharp, and cold. But it wasn’t his appearance that unsettled ; it was his eyes.
They were piercing, midnight blue that seed colder than glacier, and when he looked at , my lungs froze.
"You’re alive?" he finally said, his deep voice void of any emotion.
I stared at him, stunned. Did he just ask if I was alive?
"Who are you...?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he studied for a long mont, before walking past , his polished shoes clicking against the floor. He stopped at the table and dropped so papers.
"Sit," he said, not glancing at .
When I didn’t move, "I said sit," he repeated, his tone sharper this ti
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I moved slowly to the chair opposite him. My hands trembled as I sat down.
"I’m Alexander Vaughn, CEO of AV Holdings," he introduced. "And you... Miss Steele."
I blinked twice. He knew ? How?
He pushed the papers to and put a pen on top. "Sign this."
Sign what? How could he just et and tell to sign? I glanced down at the papers and my jaw dropped as the first few words written in bold ink caught my eyes. Marriage contract?! What?!
I abruptly stood up from the chair. "Sir... you’re joking..."
"Do I look like I’m joking?"
No, he didn’t. I shook my head in disbelief. "Sir... I... I can’t sign this... I don’t even know you. I can’t–"
"You can," he interrupted. "And you will."
"No, I won’t. You can’t force into this," I strongly insisted.
His gaze darkened. Then he rose to his feet and started approaching . I shifted in fear as I felt his presence behind , before he gently placed his hands on my shoulders and carefully forced back to sit down.
"I saved your life," he uttered, leaning over so that I could feel his breath on my neck. "You own your life to now, and you will do what I say."
A shiver crawled down my spine as his words rang through my ears. Since when did saving soone’s life give the right to owe it?
I clenched my fists, forcing myself up to et his gaze. He might think I was so helpless girl he could control, but he was wrong.
"I appreciate what you did. But I don’t owe you anything. I’ll find a way to repay you soday. For now, I’m leaving."
I grabbed my bag and turned toward the door, expecting him to block my way. Instead, he didn’t even flinch. Just as I reached for the handle, the door swung open, and the blonde guy from a few days ago entered, pushing a cart laden with food. He bowed slightly to Alexander before locking the door behind him. My shoulders dropped. What were they doing? Trapping here?
"Miss Steele, you must be hungry," Alexander said, flatly, almost sounding bored. He gestured toward the cart. "Eat. Once you’re done, we’ll continue."
Continue?
Before I could respond, he walked out of the room, his blonde accomplice following close behind. And the door clicked shut again.
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