Chapter 3 Internal Turmoil

Chapter 3

POV: Elena

The passing of the day became indistinguishable as continued with a life I've always prayed for but not as exactly as I wanted it to be. I was in a place of discomfort which looked nice but eternal scourges. It has being made known to me that life is a living hell when you're in the hands of the wicked , that is exactly the position I am at Victor residence. He wanted to form an alliance with me but it was not in alignment to what I want. Every day I wake up, my chores unchanged, having brief speech with the maiden, eating at my exact time and back to my seclusion in my room. I through I can subdue my claustrophobic time in being alone in the room, then I decided to move around the enormous mansion, but it was still the same as it is. It seems his mansion was to make someone idle and timid. I tried to take away every bad though in my. Mind which always envelope my minds, after all all I care about for . "My parent, my name, my family all have been a price of me sold to him .

Victor has been the only thing I have already been thinking of since he was the one that kept me in mysteries of self thought. He has his plan which I don't think he would ever share with me. At time when it was time for dinner, his look will be sharper like there was no evidence of feeling or love in him, he is always cold and look warm. Since he had no love and compassion for me then why has he taken me for his ruthless plan. At least there are numbers of women outside there which he can fall for , but the kind of feeling he has is cold to me. This is like and earthquake I have prevented to happen in my life.

Then after I taught about all this in my room, I felt there wasn't s thing I can do since whatever I could ever though of is live another problem for me to solve. The woman that had vouched to check up on me every 2 hrs came knocking, her name was Mrs packer. She called out my name in a but and polite manner, "my. Boss calls for your attention ma'am, she left hurriedly has she came. I didn't want to adhere to his calling but my mind won't let me. I was actually wondering what he called me for and what he wanted from me, because I taught he never noticed me and all he cared about was his riches and is wealth. After I thought all about this I went after all, then I went down the stairs where he was. On my way going I wasn't my self it looks like an heavy load put upon me head. Then I saw him say on a well coated chair where he asked me to sit with him was a bottle of the whine and the atmosphere was a bottle of wine and the atmosphere was so cool. That for a while I was absorbed and overwhelmed by a situation causing me to hold my breath he told me to sit with a commanding tone. Then I did as he said sitting on a chair close to his.

Then he started talking, it's been a while since you've been here and you hardly talk to me or move close to me I think you understand what I meant by that right?, my heart stopped beating for a while "yes", I replied. After I said this is eye where looking straight into my eyes, he really meant what he was talking about about. But I couldn't be more precise of the answer I could give to his question. All that was in my mind was fear. I don't want to say what can implicate me, because I knew I was only at is present in merit. Then he sat well on is sofa, looking at me like he was suspecting something or he has noticed something about me he was unsure about. All you're doing is not like you usually do so, look it not that you're this silent before I knew you. You must talk when I command you to and when you're not. I gave positive answers to all he said not arguing or going against what he want. After he said this, broke I'm for a moment, that I don't know what he can do if I give him a negative reply or I disobey him he could strangle me or do an unthinkable thing to me since it was just a contract marriage. After thinking about all these he said again, I hope you know your boundaries in this house, his eye never leaving my sight. I was even more nervous thank usual, there was nothing I could do.

I felt paralysed when he said that I was nothing than a game in this marriage, a tool in getting what he wanted. Then I replied yes with my voice seizing to speak. "Better" after he said that, hr put on an happy face. Now he was done speaking with me I left nervously, without me knowing I left until I got to the room.

Victor POV

I studied the way she talked, and her reply to every question I asked her was answer with dear and I love it that way. But thee was something I noticed in her, she left this place in a flash of light that only I can understand what happened there. She was deliberate and restrained with an act of opposition which was not confrontational but still conveys a strong message. It a thing I've figure out my self. But I'll make her tell me herself.