MUST SAY YES.

TANYA’S POV

I fluttered my eyelids open for the umpteenth time while a sigh escaped my dry lips. I was bored, so bored that I could see myself losing my sanity because of that.

Today marked the third day since I got here. I had thought Mr. Enzo or Father would come looking for me but little did I know that was never going to happen because I was stuck here.

I haven’t stepped out of this space since then. Since the night we got here and he coldly ordered his guards to look me in this room, I haven’t laid my eyes on him.

Annoying freak!

I despised the fact that he was really going to take me prisoner. A part of me had believed the words would make him melt and he would let me walk away alive after a stern warning but I was totally wrong.

Huff!

Another sigh ran pass my lips.

Being in an enclosed space for too long was start to make me dizzy. My lungs desperately demanded some fresh air, inhaling deeply, I got on my legs and walked towards the window. My hands aimed at pushing it open and my eyes take out the details below.

This was the first time I was seeing it in broad daylight. I never attempted to because I was scared that it would piss Rodrigo off.

But fuck him!

I inhaled the air coming from outside, my head now brought out. Peace. It held peace.

It was nothing compared to the last one I took in.

I heard the door open from behind me but I don’t bother to turn around because I knew it was time for the morning meal. Plus I had no idea of how long I would be able to stay like this before they would take it all from me.

“Your meal, ma’am.” A young feminine voice informed.

A satisfied smile curled up my lips while my eyes ran over and over the clear blue sky. It looked so pretty.

“Just place the food on bed.” I responded.

I wasn’t ready to eat yet. Throughout yesterday, I hardly touched any of the meals due to my recent lack of appetite.

I couldn’t stop wondering what my fate would be.

What if he showed up to gun me down too because he obviously had no use for me?

I could feel the fear crawling up my skin, making my hair stand on edge.

Maybe I should jump down and run now that I can.

I thought, my eyes darting around to read the best way to escape.

It wasn’t going to be an easy way due to the distance of the room from the floor. I knew it was going to be a suicide mission.

Operation die early!

I squeezed my eyes briefly and dragged a breathe in.

Either way, he was still going to get rid of me. He would…

“Looking for an easy way out?” I heard him say causing me to startle as I turned around in shock.

My breathe hanging in my throat for a brief second.

“Huh!” I exclaimed.

He had a cold expression on his face and his hands in his pocket. I swallowed a lump of saliva because I knew my fear was about to come true. My hands trembled badly and I quickly brought them together in order to hid that.

“What brings you here?” I nervously said and a dry laugh followed immediately.

It was his house after all. I shouldn’t ask him that but I sure was the type to spew meaningless words whenever I felt tensed.

“I live here.” He responded, his voice lacking all form of emotion. His eyes were still glued on me keenly, it felt like being prickled by sharp needles. I felt like this room was filled with sharp daggers and I had to be mindful of what to say or where to step.

I let out another loud laugh.

“I know, right.” I responded, looking away briefly. My teeth finding my lower lips. I felt so embarrassed, so stupid.

Fuck!

I managed to bring my eyes back to him. Clearing my throat so I could project having everything under control.

“So…ummm..what brings you here?” I asked. The important question finally slipping out.

He was silent for a long while, his eyes getting darker. He looked dangerously cute.

My heart thumped against my ribcage so loud that I could hear them in my ear drums. The sound of the ticking clock sounding so clear.

I could hardly feel myself breath. There was on sign of noise from anyone. It was as though everyone on the planet earth had paused to hear what this dangerously sexy man had to say to me.

His prisoner.

“You are getting married to me.” Came his words.

My brain taking a while to comprehend them and when it did, I found myself laughing so hysterically to the extent that my stomach was starting to hurt.

I knew him to be things like in-despicable, dangerous, evil, a murdered but never did I see him as a comedian.

Because that had to be a joke right?

“Oh! That was fun. You should try comedy some more.” I muttered, my palms finding my now terribly aching stomach to clutch onto it.

He said no word. Had no expression on. For such an handsome face, he did act more like a controlled robot with no words of its own, with no feelings or emotions.

I watched as he slowly pulled his right hand out, beads of sweat finding their way to my forehead and gathering to showcase my nervousness. My heart taking more leaps than I ever have.

Was he going to kill me? Was it going to be a gun?

Millions of questions coursed through my mind. My eyes widening with every single second that passed out.

Phew!

I let out a sigh of relief on seeing that it’s nothing but just his palm. Rolling my eyes, I let my legs take me towards the bed and I settled on the edge.

Annoying freak!

Trying to make me pass out.

I sent him an angry glare because I hated to see how calm and composed he was. It was crazy that he seemed unaffected by everything.

“You are getting married to me soon and it’s not up for discussion.” He informed, his eyes moving over me from head to toe. “Also dress in something nice tomorrow. The lawyer will be here for the contract.” He added then turned around to leave.

Asshole!

Who was he to think I…

“I look good in anything I wear plus you, sir, didn’t give me a chance to take any of my things.” I snapped at him angrily.

It wasn’t like I could access my room after all since Dad took off after the last debt and the landlady locked up the house.

I didn’t want to think about it.

He stopped in his tracks, turning his head around to look at me.

“Okay.” He responded then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

A scoff escaped my lips.

I was so shocked, annoyed too by his arrogance and his impudence. He was too full of himself and…

Wait!

Was he serious about us getting married? Why would? Why would I want to marry such a cold-hearted man? Why would I want anything to do with him?

I scoffed again.

The spirit of disbelief consuming me.

****

I could hardly believe my eyes as they land on the words inscribed on this sheet of paper while my hand continued to tremble badly. My breathe hitching.

I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe that this man before me was a Lawyer and that Rodrigo had been serious.

According to this contract, I had no choice but to marry him. It was either marriage or my life.

Who would come up with an absurd contract like that? Why would I?

“Sign here.” The Lawyer said causing me to lower the paper and lift my head to look at him.

“I can’t do it.” I managed to say as I tried to compose myself even though I could feel the whole place whirling around slowly.

I couldn’t.

I had always envisioned marrying for love and happiness. Growing a family with lots of joy. Having my first sex with someone who would cherish me.

And he definitely looked nothing like the things I mentioned.

Lawyer Joe had a shocked look on. It was obvious that he feared Rodrigo and he probably was scared on my behalf too.

Maybe he would watch me die and then Rodrigo would hold him captive too.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I didn’t want to die but I didn’t want to marry him as well.

“Okay then.” Rodrigo chirped in, his fingers finding the back of his pant.

My body shook with fear as I watched him pull out his gun, pointing it towards me.

“Guess your second chance expired.” He added, attempting to pull it.

Lawyer Leo gasped while my breathe hung midway.

It was either marriage or death.

I knew I had to pick one fast. I had to live. I had to…

“I will do it!” I yelled out, my voice quivering.

I watched as an evil smirk curled up his lips while he carefully lowered his gun.

“That’s a good girl. See it as a sacrifice for me sparing your life. You owe me after all.” He said, a mocking laugh accompanying his words.

I blinked back the tears in my eyes that threatened to blur my vision. My right hand shaking so bad while I tried to hold the pen in place.

I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t afford to do this. I couldn’t…

I broke into more tears, my left hand gripping hard onto my right.

Maybe this was the right thing to do.

I owe him. I owe him my life after all.

I mumbled to myself as I appended my signature.