MADDIE
As I looked up, the driver stopped the car's engine. I have no words left in me to describe how extravagant the sight infront of me is.
The house or should I say, the mansion before my eyes looks like a hospital in size. What the hell! Who lives in a house this big?
I have nothing to say. At first glance, I fell inlove with the mansion. I looked at his mesmerizing green orbs and all he did was smirk. He knows I'm shocked. He knows I like it. Who is this man ? How can he afford such luxury?
The only thing running inside my head is 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MADDIE!? HE CAN BE A MAFIA MAN AND HE'LL SHOOT YOU WITH A GUN WHILE RUNNING FOR YOUR LIFE!!!"
I shook my head. That thought is just too crazy. I should stop watching serial killer movies and start watching the romance kind of movies.
"Are you going to move so that the car could park or you'll stay here outside and camp infront of our house? It's up to you to decide." A sarcastice remark stopped my daydream. Wait! Did he just call it 'OUR HOUSE?'
"O-Our house?"
"Yes darling. Our house, our home. From now on, this is yours too." He answered with a smile.
I looked at him again. This time, he's staring at me. Oh! He's waiting for me to move. Damn you SELF! How can you embarrass yourself this much! Tell him what you feel!
"I-I'm sorry. I w-was just shocked. Everything is going fast I don't know what to do. My boyfriend ditched me in our wedding day. I've met a stranger and married him instead. Is that even possible to happen to a person in just one day. Yes, it is now because it happened to mez Can you blame me if I'm shocked? Can you blam me if I'm overwhelmed this much?" Blahblah blah! You stupid self! WHYYHHH.
He looked at me and chuckled.
"Well, I can answer all of your questions if we go inside. It's already dark here outside. Come my love." He said before taking my left hand again with his right one and tugged me inside. All I can do is let him take me. I'm too tired to argue with him.
Outside, the house looks too expensive but once you go inside, you'll appreciate it even more not becasue of it's price but the beauty of it was a sight to see. Sadly, the house is too silent. Our footsteps echoing, my heart hammering, and my underarms sweating while he's tugging me into a hallway going somewhere into the right side of the mansion.
I'll admit. The thought that he'll kill me is still inside of my head and I don't know what to do. I really am nervous. What if he opens my tummy and sell my organs to a hospital. Oh my god. Atleast, those in need of will benefit from my healthy organs.
Arggghhh! Stop overthinking Maddie!
Beige and white is all I see. Wow. He must be very rich just like my Grandfather. I was supposed to inherit a mansion like this one. Sadly, I decided to runaway with Carl.
Suddenly, I felt sad. All these years, I hadn't even bothered to visit my grandpa's tomb. I was too blind and naive with Carl's love. After everything I did for him, this is how he repays me?
I shouldn't think of the past. Carl is gone and he will never be with me. There is no explanation that can solve this issue. He left me and ditched me in our wedding day. That's it.
He rounded a corner and opened a double door that revealed a vast kitchen.. With an old woman cooking something. She looks small and little old but other than that, her facial expression reminds me of my grandma.
The woman looked up and her warm smile welcomed me. The old woman walked up to me and hugged me while holding her spatula. I have to crouch down a bit so she can hug me. Her height is like 4'11 and I'm like 5'10. Oh god, she smells like my granny. I can't help but hug her too.
"Oh! You must be Maddie. I'm Margarita, the old maid. Mr. Kingston here (points her spatula at Mystery guy) talks about you a lot! I'm so happy you're finally here. But you look different in photos. You look a bit uhhh- nevermind!" She said with pure happiness.
"What do you mean by he talks a lot about me Margarita?.... So you are Mr. Kingston?" I asked, looking at each one of them. Margarita wasn't pleased with my last question tho.
She was about to open her mouth but Mr. Kingston according to Margarita interrupted before she could answer.
"She doesn't mean anything. Good day Margarita! Let's talk later. Goodbye!" He grabbed my arm and led me outside
of the kitchen again and led me straight into where we came from. Then, he tugged me into the stairs and went up and led to the left that looks like a hallway again but this time it has a lot of doors.
We went straight ahead and he opened the last door. When we're already inside, he closed the door. The lights are closed and I can't see a thing and that's when I found the courage to speak.
"If ever you're planning to kill me. I don't have any money and please. Don't kill me with a broken heart. Please! I don't want to die a virgin. I haven't got my promotion and I haven't talked to my parents and tell them I'm sorry for everything. P-Please, don't kill me. " I can't stop myself from crying. I'm such a crybaby.
Silence passed and then.... He laughed nearly choking.
"Who said I'll kill you? I didn't waste my day just to marry you and kill you after bringing you here. If I want to kill you then I won't have to bring you here. I could just pay someone and kill you instead. Right? . " He spoke while chuckling.
That stopped me from crying. I don't know if it's his chuckle or his answer. He's moving and shuffling in a corner. He opened what sounds like a drawer then closed it again.
"Then why don't you open the lights? I can't see anything."
"Wait for me. Right beside you is a bed. You can sit for a while and I can open the light after I shower. Don't go anywhere else." He said before moving again.
I was about to move when I bumped into something hard. It's probably a wall but he said I'm right next to a bed. Where is the bed?
The wall spoke and....
"I said don't move. You'll break something in here and if that happens I'll punish you." He said into a husky whisper before pushing me. I thought I was about to fall but.....
I ended up falling into a bed with the softest covers. I can't stop myself from yawning. This bed is really comfortable to sleep in.
He closed a door. And I heard water gushing. The sound added more sleepiness in me.
I don't know how long I laid in there because I can't stop my eyes from closing anymore..
My eyes were about to close when suddenly the lights were opened. There I sprang out of bed with a jolt and collided with a wall again. This time the wall is wet.
"What the fu-----" My sentence was cut off because a large masculine hand held my mouth.
"Don't you dare curse inside of my house." He said threateningly. His cold aura has an effect in me that no one has ever made me feel.
I was taken aback by his presence. His hand dropped and I can see his body now. A shiver ran down my spine. Suddenly my mouth felt dry.
He looks so sexy, wearing nothing but a towel. Water trickling from his curly brown hair down to his torso. I can't stop myself from staring.
"Do you like what you see?" He asked with a smirk.
"Y-yeah. I mean, NO!" Stupid self. What a way to embarrass myself again.
"I see. Have you seen something like this before? I'd like to show you what's hidden under this towel but maybe take a bath first. You look dirty and you.. you smell bad." He smelled my hair and scrunched his nose.
"You're so mean! I have no clothes" I crossed my arms and raised my chin, moving my head to the left. To my left, I saw my reflection. So this is why Margarita said I look different in photos. I look like a begar who was raped and left alive. My make-up is now a mess. My mascara all over my face that was scattered due to my tears. My hair that looks like a catastrophe. My eyes puffy and red. I look like shit and damn he's right I look dirty!
"A set of fresh clothes will be on top of the bed once you've finished cleaning youself. I'll go get some food for you." He said before kissing my forehead on the side because I'm still looking at my reflection.
"The bathroom is that door." He pointed at a door.
That was something I didn't expect. Carl used to do that when we were in college. He used to take me to the mall every weekend or take me to a date and kiss my forehead before taking me home. That bastard! If I had known this would happen, I would never run away with him.
I don't know how long I stared at the door but the next thing I did is walk in it's direction and washed all of my sadness away. Hoping that after cleansing myself, the pain will go away along with the water.
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