Chapter Three

Maya’s POV

I was enjoying my sleep, tossing and turning as I enjoyed the feel of a soft and comfortable bed, unlike the one that I had back at home. 

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the dirt opening and getting against the wall. Waking from my sleep, I starting wondering who it could be.  

Before I could form words or even speak up, I felt hands tightly pressing against my throat, cutting off my breath.  

I looked up and saw that it was Sarah and she had an evil look in her eyes. I struggled against her, trying to pry her hands away from my neck. 

It felt like an eternity as I struggled against her while she kept on trying to strangle the life out of me. I started feeling dizzy and slowly losing my consciousness, I kept fighting for air and tears started to fall down my face. 

As I kept on struggling against her, Anna burst into the room with wide eyes as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her. Hurrying quickly to me, she pulled Sarah away from me, putting an end to my breathlessness.

Breathing heavily, I watched as Sarah’s twisted expression contorted with anger and frustration. With a chilling promise, she hissed, “You’re not going to be lucky next time,” before turning on her heel and storming out of the room. I shuddered at her threat, realizing the danger I had just narrowly escaped.

Anna, sensing my distress, rushed to my side, offering me comfort. “Miss Maya, are you okay? Hope you’re not hurt?”

I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath but I couldn’t find my words. 

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t come sooner,” she apologized again, her voice filled with sincerity. 

“I’m fine, Anna,” I croaked out, trying to reassure her. “You came in at the right time. Thank you.”

“Miss Maya, please and please, lock your door every night so such won’t occur again, that was terrifying,” she urged, and I nodded agreeing to do so.

She led me to the bathroom to freshen up, “Mr. Williams had asked me to come tell you to join him for breakfast, that’s why I came, I had no idea I’d walk into Sarah trying to kill you,” she said. 

“It’s fine Anna, I didn’t expect to be strangled in my sleep too, I’d be more careful now,” I said, “but the issue is she was allocated as my maid, which puts me in more danger because I’d be dealing directly with her,” I added.

“What if you tell Mr. Williams and have him change her?” Anna suggested. 

I thought about it for a while and replied “I doubt he’d believe me, but I will try my best,” Anna nodded, leaving me to freshen up.

I slowly got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, the event from earlier replaying in my head as I turned on the shower. I waited for the water to get warmer before getting under it. 

I washed my body slowly and carefully, trying to wash away all my fears and the feeling of Sarah’s hand on my body. I felt the urge to cry but I held myself back, I wasn’t going to allow something so little to break me. I was sure there was more to come and a weak cry baby wouldn’t be strong enough to face it all. 

Wiping the tears away and rinsing the soap off my body, I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in a towel that was in the bathroom. 

The towel was soft and I almost moaned from how silky it felt against my skin. I dried myself off before walking into the room where I saw the clothes Anna had picked out for me. 

With her thoughtful selection in mind even with having faded clothes, I slipped into a comfortable outfit, feeling a sense of gratitude for her always being here.

As I dressed, Anna stood by with a warm smile, “you look so beautiful, Miss Maya,” she said. I smiled at her thanking her.

“Thank you.”

Once dressed, I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror, the reflection staring back at me looked tired but also exuded a quiet strength and resilience. Once I was composed, Anna led me to the dining area where Alexander was already waiting.

I sat down from breakfast, my body still trembling from the event of that morning. Of Anna hadn’t come in at the right time, Sarah would’ve been successful and I would be dead by now. 

“Alexander,” I called, my voice small as I found the confidence to speak to him. “I… I ha- have some- something to say.”

He raised his head from the documents he was going through, his eyes cold and blank. “What if it?”

I turned to look at Anna and she silently urged me on, letting out a small sigh before I spoke up and told him everything that had happened from the moment I got into the house up until that morning. 

He listened intently, his face blank and I prayed that he would do something about it or even reassure me. 

After I was done speaking, he dropped the documents by the side, leaned forward and looked me dead in the eyes. “I don’t believe anything coming out of your mouth,” he spoke up, his voice cold and detached. “You must have misunderstood it for something else. No one, and I mean no one would dare do such a thing under my roof.”

My heart fell as I took in his words, was it because she was his mistress that he refused to believe me?

I tired to speak to again and explain things better to him but, he waved me off, dismissing me immediately. 

“We have more important matters to attend to,” he said, his tone final. “Let’s focus on the day ahead.”

Defeated, I nodded silently, pushing down the feeling of anger that churned with me.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Sarah smirking before she walked away. 

I sat there and barely touched my food, after a few minutes of silence, he spoke up, breaking the silence. 

“We need to go shopping,” he announced, his voice filled with neither warmth nor any emotion. 

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I struggled to process his words. “Shopping? For what?”

“What else do they go shopping for?” He asked sarcastically, sounding like he was bored of talking to me. “You need better outfits than the disgusting one you’re putting on. You’re my wife to be and you must look the path.”

Wife to be, the words echoed in my head and I stared at him blankly, it had so much to it, so much that I wasn’t ready to accept.

“But... I- I never agreed-“ I started, my voice cracking. 

“I don’t need your approval,” he interrupted me, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Now, go get ready. We leave in an hour.”

“Okay,” I whispered, gritting my teeth at him angrily. “I’ll go get ready now.”

My stomach was in knots and I let out a breath to calm myself before I got up and quickly walked back to my room. 

When I got into my room, I rested my had against the door, feeling anger course through my body as I remembered how he hadn’t believed me and had dismissed me. Why get married to me or even live with me if he wasn’t ever going to believe my words. 

I tried to calm myself down and walked to pick out a cloth that was at least good enough to be worn out with the almighty mafia lord. Finding the perfect dress, I let out a small breath and changed into it. I let my hair down and put on my shoes before reminding myself that my life was different now and I shouldn’t allow Alexander get to me. 

I walked out of my room and out the house where Alexander was waiting in the car. Realizing I would be alone with him again, I took in a deep breath before I steeled myself and got into the car. 

He didn’t bother acknowledging me and the tension in the car was as thick as always. The car was silent, save from the sound of the engine as the driver drove, I turned to look out the window and focus on anything other than the person sitting beside me. 

Suddenly, I felt a hand trailing up my thigh and a shiver ran down my spine. I felt both a mixture of pleasure and disbelief as I turned to look at Alexander’s hand on my thigh. 

I couldn’t talk, nor could I look at him but I still didn’t understand why he was touching me or what was going through his mind. 

How dare he touch me after he made me feel lesser than myself? I get anger wash over me and gathering courage, I finally turned to look at him. 

“Wh- what are y- you doing?” I asked, my voice low and shaky. 

“I own you,” he simply replied, his voice filled with the coldness that I could see on his face. “And I can do anything I want to do with you.”

His words hit me hard like a punch to the gut, leaving me more angry and fearful. How could he say he owned me? Was I some sort of property to be owned? 

I was drawn out of my thoughts as his hands trailed higher, slowly making its way to my pussy, I tried holding back a moan as one finger grazed me slightly feeling my wetness down there. 

I shivered with pleasure and kept trying to hold back my moan as he dipped one finger inside me, then he repeated the action eliciting a moan I couldn’t hold back but almost immediately he removed his hand from my body leaving a fire burning inside me who wanted more.

“Your mouth says one thing, but your body says otherwise,” he said, laughing loudly. “Follow me inside.”

With that, he got out of the car and heat creeped up my cheeks, embarrassment washing over me as I realized what had just happened. I couldn’t wrap my mind around how my body wanted more even my mind was against it.

I didn’t even know we had gotten to our destination. I let out a deep breath, collecting myself before I alighted the car, silently promising myself not to react to him or his touch ever again.