𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒

𝐓𝐰𝐨

Bucharest, Romania
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WAKING up the next morning was calmer than I expected. We arrived at his home and I couldn't help but to look in awe. It looked old but it still maintained a clean look even down to the bricks that barely showed a speck of dirt or dust.

The area was completely secluded with what looked like a mini forest surrounding the house along with a stone fence encapsulating the entire estate. Guards lined the entirety of the house as well as the inside. It was still alarming the amount of security he needed, especially with how they all carried assault rifles or were equipped with handguns on their belts.

It was starting too seem all too much like my family had gotten involved with the wrong people and I was left to deal with the consequences.

But I couldn't scare myself with that thought for too long. Considering I was already in the hands of the threat.

Hadrian and I hadn't spoken nor looked at each other on the way here yesterday after our confrontation. Livia guided me to my own room where I just slept the day away. As I woke up and rubbed the sleep away from eyes, my stomach rumbled by the second.

I walked to the bathroom, now coming to terms with just how big my room was. It was the size of an entire house—just the area of the bedroom. The bathroom was a bit smaller but still great in size. I was in disbelief the amount of products and items I had in here. It seemed like my arrival had been well prepped for.

After doing my hygienic routine, I put my hair in a low ponytail before walking out towards the closet. I could see my clothes positioned more towards the front of the entrance but there was so much more. I flicked on the lights as a long row of them came on, illuminating two sides that were equally as long. Clothes were stacked and hanged by the dozens as I ran my hands over the fabrics.

Noticing the sizes, they seemed to be fitted for me. All of them did. Grabbing a box of shoes, I glanced at the tag seeing as though it was my perfect size. Hadrian knew about me.

And yet I was kept from all of this. I knew nothing of this arranged marriage until a week ago.

I pushed the thought to the back of my head for now as I grabbed a simple white sweater and pants to match. They were a plush fabric that felt soft to the touch. Since I wouldn't be going anywhere and just roaming around the vast mansion, I put on slippers from the corner of my bed and left for the kitchen.

As I opened the double doors―excessively fancy for no reason―I was faced with a plethora of men all holding rifles to their chests along with Livia. She was tense and her smile on her face did nothing to tell me that anything was alright.

My nerves couldn't be concealed as the guns scared me to no end.

"Mr. Balan asks that you be present for breakfast. He'd like to discuss matters of a dinner in the coming week," Livia said before taking her leave. I moved out of the bedroom as Abel and Denis stuck to my sides.