The Proposal

Elena’s POV

“You’re not my husband. I don’t remember getting married. I don’t even remember you.” I said.

The man was quiet for a moment. He walked up to me and cupped my chin with his hands.

“Well, you’ll have to find out if we are married or not.” The man said.

Find out? What does he mean I have to find out?

Dr. Bernice walked in with a file held tightly against his chest.

“I have her documents ready. She can be discharged now.” Dr. Bernice said, stretching the documents before the director, his hands shaking.

The man released my chin. “Get her ready and ensure she’s delivered to the address I sent to your mail.” He said, stepping out of the room.

“Who is he?” I spat out.

“The reason you’re still alive. Get ready to be discharged, you’ll be going to the Blackwoods mansion.” Dr. Bernice said taking the drip off my hand.

Blackwoods? The name sounds familiar.

“I’m not going anywhere!” I yelled. I held the frame of the bed.

“It wasn’t a request. You’re to go to the Blackwoods mansion. It’s what’s best for you—for now.” Dr. Bernice said.

My resolve withered. “Can you tell at least tell me his name?” I asked.

“You’ll find out about everything when you get to the Blackwoods mansion.” Dr. Bernice said, he walked out of the room after.

What am I going to do? I had a plan. I’ll try to run away once I’m outside the hospital. I quickly got up and wore the clothes that were given to me.

I was shocked when I emptied the bag. It was filled with designers of different brands. Was I going for a fashion parade?

I could swear each outfit costs nothing less than a $100,000 dollar. I was familiar with these brands.

I put them on as I ran my hand through my hair. I know I just survived a life versus death situation but at least, if I’m to dress in something as expensive as this I need to look my best.

In a few minutes, I was working down the hallway with Dr. Bernice who was escorting me to the car parked outside.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. He won’t harm you. He saved your life so he would not definitely arm you.” Dr. Bernice said, trying to make me feel better.

Little did he know I had bigger plans. Once I step outside the walls of this hospital, I would run as fast as my legs could take me.

“I understand.” I said with a broad smile tattooed on my face.

Dr. Bernice nodded.

Well…it turned out my plans was a failed mission on arrival. I walked out of the hospital only to see six hefty men who were to escort me in the car back to the mansion.

I halted for a moment, I was helpless. I couldn’t run towards any direction and there’s no way I’m outrunning these men that looked like they just got back from World War II.

I slowly walked into the limousine that was parked outside the hospital. I felt uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do.

I felt so dumb. I guess my smart girl plan wasn’t so smart after all.

The ride was quiet for the most of it but something felt off with the way the guards treated me.

“Madam, do you want the air condition on or should I wind down for fresh air?” The guard sitting at the left hand side asked.

I was hesitant at first. Did he just call me madam? Was I really the director’s wife? Are we actually married.

I ignored his questions resting my head on the glass.

A smooth country song started playing from the radio. It was too slow and smooth to pass as a country song.

“Madam, do you like this? It’s my boss favorite, he plays it when he needs to clear his head.” The guard at the left sit who I later identified as Derrick, said.

I still didn’t say anything. I was quiet. I was more concerned with the faith that awaits me than what song was being played.

However, as the ride continued the song felt good. It felt as if it was caressing my brain with subtle touches.

The limousine finally drove into the parking lot center.

I was confused at first. I thought we were at the wrong place or maybe we were taking a break somewhere.

The Blackwoods mansion was too big to be a residential building. It was like those towering buildings that are owned by governmental international organizations.

The reality dawned on me when we came down from the car and the guards escorted me into the building.

I was still in disbelief that this was actually a residential building not until I stepped in and I was left awe.

I felt like my whole life was shrinked into a pile of garbage in front of real wealth.

I was escorted to the living room by the house keeper, Mrs. Margaret. She was a lovely woman from her appearance.

She looked old but well fed. Her uniform was very clean and well ironed. Her hair was properly combed and styled in a manner that no stand was left dangling.

“Welcome madam. The boss would be so happy to see you.” Mrs. Margaret said, her face beaming with a contagious smile.

I was already sick of people calling me madam. Why was I even here in the first place? I groaned inwardly.

I was quiet. I walked by her side as she took me to the living room.

“Here, wait here. I’ll go inform the boss that you’re around.” Mrs. Margaret said.

She walked out of the living room gently shutting the door behind her.

The echoing sound of the door kept on resounding till the room was filled with total silence.

I walked around taking in the view of the expansive living room. It was wonderful and unbelievable gorgeous.

Who was he and why was he so rich? Is he a drug dealer?

I wondered. I walked round my hand tracing the curve of a white Qianlong Dynasty Vase, it was worth over $83,000,000.

I never thought I would get to see such masterpiece in person.

“Is that why you’re here? You gold digger!” A voice came from behind. Her voice was so rude and intrusive.

One could tell that she was hateful and bitter.

I was dumbfounded. Who is she? Why does she thinks I’m a gold digger?

“Well, can’t speak? Cat got your tongue? I expected it. Well, I’m Victoria, your worst nightmare.” Victoria said, a devilish smile crawling on her face.

Who the hell is Victoria?