Amelia’s PovTwo days later, I decided to go on a quest to learn more about Alexander. He was at the garden and I made use of that opportunity. For a while, I observed his daily routine and from what I gathered, he usually spent most of his time at the garden during evenings. That simply meant that I had the whole of the evening to dig into his profile and learn more about him.One was becoming more of a thorn in my flesh. She had bugged me continuously about what I had to do with Alexander and when I failed to reply, she kept threatening me and informing me of how she would greatly punish me if I ever crossed her line. That was the least of what concerned me at the moment. I was pregnant and there was need for me to know what to do at the moment. Perhaps, digging through his things would give me a hint of what I can do to escape…At this, I walked into his room and since I was the only one with an idea of how to open it, I sneaked into it. His room was empty just as I had thought
ALEXANDER POVI stood in front of her, my eyes scanning her from head to toe as I felt my blood boil. Amelia crouched on the floor, her eyes wide with shock and fear. How dare she come into my room without my permission? It was a rule that every girl in this mansion knew. I was the master of the house, and my room was out of bounds to everyone except me.It was strange this was happening just two days after our meeting. This made me think that she had such guts because she felt that I was beginning to have a soft spot for her.I couldn't understand why she would be so foolish to disobey such an important rule though. I was surprised at her audacity and even more surprised that she wouldn't budge. I pulled her up vigorously to her feet, and she flinched as I did so."What are you doing in here?" I asked, my voice laced with anger.Amelia was silent, and I glared at her, waiting for an answer. I had half a mind to hit her, but I held myself back."Speak up, Eleven," I said, my voice ste
One laid on her bed, deep in thought. She was trying to make sense of the recent changes in Eleven's behavior. It had all started a few weeks ago when Eleven had suddenly become withdrawn and moody. One had tried to talk to her about it, but she always brushed it off and said she was fine.But One knew something was wrong. She had a sixth sense when it came to people's emotions, and she could tell that Eleven was struggling with something. One was determined to find out what it was.As she laid there, lost in thought, she went over all the possible scenarios in her head. Maybe Eleven was homesick? Or perhaps she was having a difficult time adjusting to life in the mansion? But One knew there was more to it than that.One's mind was racing as she approached Eleven's bed. She was determined to uncover the truth behind her friend's recent behavior. As she began to search through Eleven's belongings, she felt a sense of guilt wash over her. This was a blatant invasion of privacy, but her
ALEXANDER'S POVI stared at Amelia’s unconscious body, wondering why she's always passing out these days. I paced around my room, occasionally looking over at her, hoping she'd wake up. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and gulped it down, trying to control myself, but my heart was racing fast.I was only trying to prove that I had no soft or special affection towards her. I made no plans to hit her or cause her to pass out…Despite my attempts to suppress any guilt, it lingered at the back of my mind. I couldn't help but think about what had led to Eleven's current state. Had I been too rough with her? Had I pushed her too far?I couldn't let myself feel guilty, though. I couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness, especially not in front the girls… or even worse Eleven.I continued to pace around the room, I tried to distract myself by thinking of other things. I thought about the mansion and its secrets, about the power dynamics that ruled our world. I reminded myself that I wa
Noah carefully laid Amelia's limp body on the bed, trying his best to make her as comfortable as possible. He had seen the bruises on her arms and legs and knew she had been through a lot. He felt a sense of protectiveness towards her, especially knowing how ruthless Alexander could be. He had worked for Alexander for years, and he had seen first-hand the cruel and twisted things that went on in this mansion. But Amelia was different. She was innocent, and he couldn't bear the thought of her suffering anymore.He quickly went to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and retrieved a pack of ice. Carefully, he placed it on her forehead, hoping it would bring down her temperature and help revive her. He had to act fast, he knew that Alexander could walk in at any moment and catch him in the act of helping her.He thought about how he could help her escape from this place. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to do whatever it takes. He had seen enough of the darkn
Noah could sense her fear, but he also knew that she was strong. "You need to be strong, Amelia," he said. "We'll get out of here, I promise."Amelia nodded weakly, her eyes closing as she tried to rest. Noah stood up from the bed and made his way to the door."I'll be back soon," he said, looking back at Amelia one last time before leaving the room.Amelia watched him go, feeling a sense of sadness wash over her. She knew that she couldn't rely on anyone else to save her. She had to be strong, for herself and for her child.As she lay there, Amelia felt a sense of determination rise within her. She would do whatever it takes to escape from this mansion and start a new life with her child. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she knew that she was strong enough to face them.One sauntered into the room, her gaze fixated on Eleven with a malicious glint in her eyes. The air was thick with tension as Eleven tensed up, her apprehension palpable.Without a word, One gave Eleven a knowing
The next morning, the grand dining room of the mansion was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, the clanking of silverware against porcelain plates, and the chattering of women. Alexander sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his posture exuding dominance and authority. He was dressed in a black three-piece suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and lean frame. His hair was slicked back, revealing his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes.As Amelia entered the dining room, her gaze was fixed on Alexander. Her heart raced as she wondered if he had discovered her secret, if One had betrayed her. She wore a simple white dress that fell just above her knees, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail."Good morning, Sir," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Alexander glanced up at her and gave her a nod, then turned his attention back to his plate. The other women didn't acknowledge her presence, but Eleven could feel their cold stares. She took her seat
AMELIA'S POVI woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. I stretched my arms and yawned, feeling the warmth of the sun's rays seeping through the curtains. The room was bright and welcoming, and for a moment, I forgot about all my troubles.I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes, taking a deep breath of fresh morning air. It felt good to be alive, and for a moment, I forgot about everything that had been bothering me. As I sat there, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning, I realized that I had been tossing and turning all night.I got out of bed and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains to let in more light. The view outside was breathtaking. The sun was shining brightly, casting long shadows across the garden. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the flowers bloomed in vibrant colors.I stood there, taking in the beauty of the morning. I realized that today was a new day, and I had the power to make it whatever I wanted it to be. I could choose to