Handcuffs And Kisses (Series #1)

Chapter 6

Lilian Carson POV

I was afraid they would force me, but instead, all the maids and guards interacted with me in a very sophisticated manner. They appeared to respect my boundaries and be conscious of my human rights. Being treated fairly made me feel better.

Only one question arises in my mind: 'Why would Alexander agree to marry me?'

I questioned Alexander's sincerity in wanting to marry me and whether he had any other reasons for doing so. I laughed as I realised how frequently I have been used as a pawn. He has no concern for me. Due to the success of his business, my father sold me to Alexander. I'll flee when I have the chance. I just have to wait for the appropriate moment.

Hannah, a maid here, is the woman I saw earlier who told me about my father's presence. The woman is courteous. She assured me that she would ensure my comfort, just like Florence had. I was relieved and thankful for her kind gesture.

Hannah won't say anything about Alexander, despite my indirect request for any information. Perhaps all of the maids and guards were blackmailed by him, which explains why none of them are speaking. Or perhaps they are reluctant to speak out against Alexander because they fear what might happen. Finding a method to gather facts and data about Alexander is crucial. Always research your opponent before making an attack.

Hannah took me to my room, and all of my belongings were well stored.

"If you need anything else, please let me know," she replied with a friendly grin.

I give her a nod. Her grin faded soon, and she walked out of the room, leaving me alone and terrified. I remained there for a few moments, gathering my thoughts and deciding what to do next.

I approach my bag and open the zipper. There were my clothes and accessories inside. My dad may have really wanted to get rid of me. I couldn't help but feel betrayed as I examined the filled suitcase.

Was my father genuinely willing to eject me? My dreams have been dashed. I don't think I can go to college anymore. I'm not even sure if I'll ever leave this place.

I look at my scarred arm and use my finger to trace it. I committed to never doing it again. I inhale deeply and remind myself of the efforts I've made towards my healing. I am aware that I can resist my urges.

I recline on the floor with my back to the door and casually observe the space. The floor was clean and made of wood. The centre of the floor was covered with a plush white carpet. Considering that it is white, it seems quite tidy. One of my favourite colours, bluish green, which also calms me down, was present on the walls. The queen-size bed with its white and blue covers is located on the far left. The blanket in question is hefty and has a floral pattern. The bed's frame was made of wood and had a brown colour. The shelf held books and miniature figures. I adore books and miniature items. Far away on the wall was also a TV, to end my boredom due to the life long time that I'll spend in this prison.

The room seems specifically designed for me. My dad must have discussed my preferences with the man. The furnishings, colours, and accents are all to my taste. But why go to all that trouble? I thought they would place me in a cellar.

I need to treat Alexander gently if I want to leave this place. I might be able to compromise with him if I speak to him face-to-face. It's critical to tackle the situation with composure and common sense. Creating a strategy or a compromise before dealing with Alexander might also be beneficial.

I move into more comfy clothing that covers more skin. Alexander will take me seriously and pay more attention to the conversation than my attire if I wear this. Alexander may not be a pervert, I hope.