Clara
I’m nestled between the two men who practically shoved me into this car and I’m still in disbelief.Tonight was supposed to be a successful night for all of us. Usually, auction night ends with a glamorous party where all the families celebrate together. It’s a beautiful event and I’ve been looking forward to it for years. I couldn’t wait to be one of the beautiful women who would join their new families and live happily ever after.Somehow, I doubt there will be a celebration this time around.Things were going remarkably well for me before that…I don’t have enough insulting words in my vocabulary for him. That piece of filth ruined everything for me. Being the highest bidder gives him rights over me. He’s not one of us, so he doesn’t understand that I’m not some woman he bought at an auction. I’m supposed to be a connection between two influential families. My children would carry two surnames.What becomes of me now?I’ve never been this terrified before in my life. I’m without support. I’ve been sold to a ruthless family that has no positive relations with my family. I’ve heard rumors about them. The Makárovs. The problem is that I can’t remember exactly what I heard. I only know that they have a bad reputation.And now, I’m their property, as that man said.My fists are balled on my lap. I want to cry but I bite my bottom lip until I taste blood instead. I won’t cry in front of these people. I am a Morelli. I don’t show weakness.I’m hoping deep inside of me that this can be reversed somehow. This has to be some kind of practical joke. My father won’t allow this. I’m sure he’s going to do something to put an end to this madness and bring me home, where I should be. Once things get back to normal, it’ll be easier to perform another auction. Maybe I’ll be included in the next one.Things will be resolved quickly when I get home.Through the tinted windows, I see the city I live in a blur. I don’t know where they’re taking me exactly but the more distance they put between my family and me, the more anxious I get. I can’t help but wonder how my mother is acting. Is she worried about me? Is she happy that I’ve finally been whisked away? It’s hard to say.Maybe she’s glad this happened to me. It’s a disheartening thought.Before I realize it, they’re driving into an underground garage. I stare out the window and take not of the numerous cars. There’s barely any parking space left. The driver parks the car close to the wall either way, and then the men on either side of me exit the vehicle.They stand by each door, waiting for me to get out. I’ll admit that I don’t have the strength to do that.They don’t say a word to me. They don’t command me to get out. They’re just standing there. It’s unnerving.I’m starting to contemplate staying in the car until all of this blows over. It would be a good plan. I don’t want to go up there to face God-knows-what.I put my head in my hands and steel myself for what’s to come. Despite my wishes, I know I can’t avoid this situation forever. Someone will come for me eventually and then it’ll be more humiliating.So I get out of the car.We walk straight toward the elevator. There are two security guards wearing dark sunglasses by the elevator. They press the button for us as we approach and then the doors open, reminding me of how the jaw of a predator would open. I step right into it, a man on either side of me.They press the button to the very last floor. The music in the elevator is calm and relaxing, a sharp contrast to the emotions raging inside of me. Waiting to reach the designated floor is almost torturous. I keep trying to imagine what will await me there but my imagination fails me. I close my eyes, wishing for it all to be over.The doors open. The men step out and I have no choice but to follow them into an enormous living room. What catches my attention isn’t the decor—I’ve seen many penthouses before and they all look like this. It’s the fact that it’s empty.Another man in a black suit approaches us. He says to me in a steady voice, “Mr. Makárov is ready to receive you, Miss Morelli.”I almost scoff in disbelief. He’s ready to see me? He’s acting like I’m paying him a visit or something. My anger knows no bounds. I follow this new man all the way to the second floor of the penthouse and then down a spacious corridor.His room is right at the end.The guard is ahead of me. Once he reaches the door, he opens it and gestures for me to walk inside. I hesitate. I wish I hadn’t, but I do. The man who bought me is in there and I’ll be coming face-to-face with him. He’s probably going to explain to me exactly what happened tonight and why he did such a thing. I’m hoping he’ll tell me that it was a misunderstanding and that I can expect to be home by tomorrow morning. That’s what I’m hoping for.I start walking toward the open door, my head held high. As soon I step into the room, the door closes behind me.My buyer, who was standing by the fireplace with a drink in hand, turns his head to look at me. Without the hat on, it’s clearer to make out his face. His eyes are spectacularly green, even from a distance. His hair is raven black and brushed back neatly. All in all, taking into account the fact that he’s dressed like a gentleman, he doesn’t look as bad as I thought he’d be. He looks to me like someone who can be reasoned with.“Ah,” he says, taking a huge gulp of his drink. “You’re here. Finally.”“Listen,” I say, stepping forward. He moves from the fireplace, leaving his glass behind, and moves behind the huge Parnian desk. I know it’s Parnian because my father has the same one. He starts paging through a file and I’m momentarily at a loss for words before he shoots me a question look.“This is a mistake,” I say clearly. “I don’t know if you understand the significance of auction night for someone like me—”“I do,” he answers briefly.“Then you understand that this can’t be happening?” I ask, a slight edge to my voice. I’m trying to remain calm but his nonchalance infuriates me. “You understand that you’re making a grave mistake?”“I don’t make mistakes,” he says, finally looking up at me. “This right here, isn’t a mistake. I bought you at that auction for a very specific reason, and you will be a doll and do as you’re told.”I scoff with indignation. “Excuse me?”He takes a stack of papers stapled together from the file he was paging through and puts it in front of me. I try to read the front page but it’s in Russian. I don’t speak a word of Russian.“What’s this supposed to be?”“Our marital agreement,” he says in that same calm tone. “You’re supposed to sign it.”It takes me a full minute to recover from this. I step away from his desk. “Are you crazy? You do realize that you sound like a lunatic, don’t you?”“I bought you for the same reason an Italian would buy you,” he tells me. “I want you to be a part of my family. You will be a good girl and sign the contract for me.”“I can’t even read it!” I argue, even though it’s not the only reason that would impede me from signing a contract with him. “I’m not marrying you. That’s ridiculous!”“It’s not about what you want. It’s about doing as you’re told.”“You can’t make me sign that!” I exclaim. I’m standing nearer to the door now. I start to shake my head. “You weren’t even supposed to be there!”“I had an invitation, so I had every right to be there.”“You’re a liar.”“How do you think I got through the front door?” is his question. “You really have to start paying attention. Now, you can sign this document willingly, or unwillingly. Either way, it doesn’t matter. By the end of this night, this document will be signed. The state you’ll be in is entirely up to you.”“I won’t sign it.”“Sergei, Misha,” he says loudly. The door behind me opens and the two guards from earlier walk into the office. I try to run but fail. They catch me before I even take a step. They effortlessly carry me back to the desk, where he pages to the very last page.“You can’t do this!” I yell.He ignores me and opens a drawer, retrieving a sharp looking blade from within. My eyes bulge when he tells them to hold my hand still. I can’t even flex my fingers. I can’t do a thing to stop them.He drags the blade across my thumb and I bite my lip so I don’t cry. They then bring my hand down and press my bleeding thumb to the little square box right underneath.“There we go,” he says, a darkness descending upon his face. “Welcome to my family, Clara Morelli.”I can’t move. I can’t think. It’s safe to say that I can hardly breathe. I don’t think I’ll ever truly recover from what happened in that office. I’ll always remember it as the worst thing that ever happened to me. Being held down by those two men while that bastard dragged a knife across my thumb will haunt me even when the cut heals and scars. The helplessness I felt last night is something I’ll carry with me for the foreseeable future. After marking the contract with my blood, I was dragged out of the room and shoved in this small but elegant bedroom. I couldn’t even make it up to the bed. I had no strength in my body then and I still have none. I’ve been sitting on the carpet with my back against the bed since last night, too afraid to feel tired or sleepy. I was forced to sign a marital agreement with him, which means that at some point, I’m going to have to marry that creep. Nobody can save me from this fate, not unless they start a full-blown war. Even then, I might not be
I don't quite know where to put my eyes. They're on my lap, where I'm hoping they'll remain for the rest of the night because I don't want everyone seated around the table to look at my face. I'm sure my cheeks are red because I can feel how hot they are, and shame is probably written all over my face.I’ve been tied to the chair. The bastard actually did it. When I refused to come down to dinner, he sent those cronies to grab me and tie me to the damned chair. I didn’t resist because the situation was embarrassing enough as it was. They were already tying me to the chair; what else was I supposed to do?I’ve been tied down but my hands are free. I’m supposed to be eating the food that’s in front of me but I’m trying to prove a point but I won’t. Anyway, I’m not hungry. How can I eat when all these terrible things are happening to me?There are four people seated around the table including Igor. I’m not the only woman here—there’s one seated across from me that they keep calling An
I couldn’t sleep at night, once again. I wonder how long my body will take to completely give up on me. How can anyone sleep with this kind of anxiety, though? A den of wolves is where I am. I’m right at the center of it, surrounded by all of them. They keep snapping at me and growling, and I don’t know when they’ll ever lunge at me to rip me to pieces. It’s exactly the way I’m feeling now. They’ve shown me their teeth and nails, but when do they attack?I twist and turn in bed. After last night, I don’t know where I stand with them. I couldn’t control my anger and maybe that wasn’t the right thing to do, especially when tensions are so high. The way he looked at me gives me shivers even now, hours after the whole thing passed.I tell myself that there’s no turning back now, and that my father would be proud of me. That keeps me going. It diminishes the feeling of an impending doom hovering above my head, threatening to split it open. Just as I’m about to close my eyes, a knock at
Igor sticks to his word. No food or water is delivered to my room. I drink water from the sink in the bathroom when I'm thirsty, which is degrading but at least it's water. I start feeling the hunger pangs a little too early for my liking but I'm determined to ignore it. If he wants to starve me out, he can do it. I'm curious to see where he's going to go with this. I won't give him the pleasure of watching me beg, though, so he'll be disappointed. Although I have no experience in the matter of starving, I don't think it can be that bad. So far, it's entirely manageable. I'm sure that I'll manage for a few more days. It's more than enough time for my father to get me out of here, so all I have to do is push through. Since I have nothing to do and I don't see the point in packing the new clothes he got for me, I decide to sleep the day away. It's relatively easy because I'm tired from not sleeping for two nights. My sleep is heavy, too. I don't recall what I dreamt about while I wa
I haven’t left this room in four days. I’ve never been this bored in all my life, and it isn’t the kind of boredom I felt when I was a teenager; it’s paired in with despair and hopelessness. I wake up hoping that my father will walk through those doors and rescue me but no such thing has happened so far. I’m still here, surrounded by these wolves. Igor hasn’t come to see me. The only person from their household that I have been seeing frequent is Hubert, who brings me soups and light meals occasionally, as the doctor recommended. I can tell he feels sorry for me. He always speaks to me in a warm tone and I have no complaints about him. I have to say that it’s good to have someone come around and check on me. He has no bad intentions. He isn’t like the Makàrovs. My disappointment is bitter in my mouth. I can’t conceal it, not even from myself. I expected my father to be here a long time ago but it’s been a whole week since I last saw him and he promised me he’d come for me. I don
After dinner, dessert is served. It’s light, so I can easily finish it. It’s a tart and sweet passion fruit mousse, which is one of my favorites. Igor is the only one who doesn’t have dessert. Instead, he sits at the end of the table sucking on the end of a cigar with a glass filled halfway with whiskey in front of him. I only glance at him because I want to gauge the mood. After Leo made that comment in Russian, things became more awkward at the table. I don’t speak Russian, so I have no clue what he said. Waiting for everyone to rise from the table is the painful part. Although nothing much is said, nobody makes a move to stand, which means I’m stuck here for a few more minutes. “The Italian princess doesn’t think she’s too much for us anymore,” Leo says, surprising me. He puts emphasis on the word Italian. “What happened? Your plan didn’t work out for you?”I don’t answer him. I stare at my empty glass bowl and try to keep my expression light and neutral. If he wants to amuse
The morning is a slow one, which I’m actually thankful for. I’m dressed in one of the sleeping gowns I found in the shopping bags, which have been packed into the closet by Hubert and another maid. They washed it all and I watched them arrange the closet accordingly and couldn’t help but feel depressed. There was a permanent feeling to the act that was unshakable. Seeing the clothes in the shopping bags made this whole affair seem temporary. Watching them pack everything away made me feel like I’d never leave this damned place. It’s all I want yet things are taking longer than expected. I wish I could talk to my father and ask him why he didn’t come yet but I won’t ask Igor for the phone and anyway, he didn’t come yet because he forgot about me. He certainly didn’t forget. Things are probably more complicated than they seem. Until then, I’ll try to stay calm and I appreciate mornings like this. Firstly, I wasn’t called down for breakfast, which is a big relief because I genuinely
When the doors to the large venue open, my eyes widen considerably. I feel like I've stepped into the nineteen hundreds. The venue is more of a ballroom, and it's breathtaking and majestic. And the crowd. There are so many guests, all immaculately dressed. I notice this even from afar. There's a grand staircase leading to the party below, and so I can oversee everything from where I'm standing. It almost feels like someone will stand beside us and announce our presence like in the old days but that doesn't happen. The guards disperse once we step through the massive engraved doors and it's just Hubert and me. My courage fails me. I'm convinced that I won't be able to see this evening through. I can't face these many people. "I can't do this," I murmur to Hubert. "You must," he insists. "And I am certain that you can."Sometimes it's hard for me to tell whether he's on my side or not, because everything he's done so far is to benefit Igor. But he's also helped me from making a fo