Contract Marriage by Ashleh Queen (new reading .TXT) 📖

A tear escaped her eye and fell onto the pillow. She was tired of thinking. Curving into a ball she hugged her knees to her chest and her heavy eyelids give in to sleep. A while later her eyes fluttered to unknown stimuli. Her eyes opened to witness the surroundings that she couldn't register for a minute or two. But when she did, she got up straight. Her palm came forward to wipe away the sweat on her forehead. She found herself in the very same red dress she put on before. The dress was tight and she was not feeling comfortable sleeping in that dress.

But it was no time for her to strip out of the dress and sleep. She needed to run out of here. Find some way. With this thought, she cursed herself for ever letting herself drifting to sleep. Her feet came in contact with the cold floor. She was still barefoot. Not caring about her bare feet she walked out of the room. Her doubts that she might find him outside vanished when she found the whole place eerily silent. In the living room, she found the clock indicating its 11°Clock in the morning telling her she hardly slept for an hour or so.

Walking across the never-ending hallways she finally got to that very same elevator. She pressed the button but nothing happened. It took her pressing the button many times to finally realize that it won't budge no matter what. But she wanted to get away desperately so she started banging on the door repeatedly as she cried for help.

After 10 minutes she was tired and found herself leaning to the frame of the elevator and sank to the floor. Her hairs were down, contouring her face as she whimpers helplessly.

Please help me. Please, someone. Mom, dad! I swear I will visit you once I am out of here but please help me this time. Come and get me. Please check on me. I am not safe. Are not 15 months enough? Don't you even think about me anymore? Why can't you just check on me? Paul! Why you ever left me? I am nothing without you. Nothing!

Her chain of thoughts come to a halt when she recalled him saying something about room service. This made her get up from the floor with lightning speed. She gets into the living room and again tried to find a land-line or intercom or anything. After looking for more than half an hour she couldn't find anything. Her search gets her to behind that in-house bar where she opened a drawer to find a magazine. What caught her attention was that devil's face on the cover page.

Who the hell he is? She asked herself. Getting to the page mentioned in the context she found one of the bold lines saying Hot bachelor in the town. Another bold line was there saying a self-made person. Owner of ABNC which was the name of a news channel. To her surprise, there was nothing mentioned something like a freak or any press charges. Her pupils constricted on the words indicating his name as Alexander Black. Hardly a minute or two passed since she started reading that paper when she startled and the magazine fell on the floor. 

It was fear that course through her spine when she heard elevators dings open followed by the footsteps.

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