TRAPPED FOUR

He was still holding onto me tightly. David was still in the same position and I didn't care to see Kendal’s reaction. Fear gripped me when I realized my life was ruined.

“I just bought this entire building,” Sebastian broke the silence. His voice was the same, as well as his facial expression. “I have the right to remove you from this place.”

He removed his hands from my shoulders, positioned my body to stay at his right.

“Sir?” David raised his head in disbelief.

“Don't you want to take revenge on this dimwit?” He whispered into my ear, making me want to flinch.

I furrowed my brows and looked up to see him. I looked down to see David. I had two options, pay the money and live a life of being Sebastian's enemy or marry him and get revenge on this jerk. That word ‘marriage’ just felt too strong to be played with.

“Yes.” I blurted out with a death glare at David.

“I will return back to you David Benson.” I felt scared at the mention of David's name from Sebastian's mouth. “Let's go.”

I saw David's facial expression. He looked shocked and confused. Before I could notice Kendal's reaction, Sebastian grabbed my hand and walked us out.

Just feeling his touch on my shoulders, gave me the greatest sensory issues. There was silence as we walked into the elevator. I stayed to his right, avoiding eye contact.

He pressed the button of the parking lot and the elevator started moving down. I had billions of questions to ask but my mouth seemed to be glued.

I cleared my throat, “how did you find me?” I turned to face him.

His cold expression was still evident. He didn't reply to that and he avoided eye contact.

“Hello?” I constantly waved my hands in the air.

He gripped my hand tightly. His brows were furrowed and I got scared. His grin on my hand made me even more scared.

“Don't forget the watch on your hand.” He pushed my hand to my eyes.

I saw the watch on my hand. “Oh,” I muttered.

He turned to me, making my body tremble at his gaze. Before I could even move back, he dragged my waist and pulled me to him. My body tingled inside and I squeaked.

“W-what are you doing?” I stammered a little.

My eyes were unstable, I couldn't look him in the eyes. My hands were placed comfortably on his chest. He tightened his hands around my waist, making it impossible for me to get out.

“You didn't seem to read the contract,” his voice became dangerous, “once we get married, you can't stay away from my sight. You have to quit your job and not ask for a divorce until I am ready.”

My body went stiff. I didn't blink but my emerald green eyes locked with his electrifying blue eyes. My mouth was out of words. My heart stopped beating, I promise, I could feel it.

“What do you mean?” I wore a serious face and my voice was shaky.

“By signing the contract and not being able to pay me,” he cornered his lips into a smirk, “you've basically sold yourself to me.”

“No.” My body staggered from his touch. I staggered even more and rested on the wall.

What have I done? What did I get myself into?

“This is not time to regret things.” The more he talked, the more heartless he seemed. “There are more things on those darn papers you signed that are worse than these.”

“More?” My eyes were packed with tears.

“When we get home, we'll talk more about the contract.” He removed his gaze from me with a cold expression. “Get yourself ready or be prepared to land in jail.”

“Y…” the elevator door opened.

“Your car is ready, sir.” Hendrix stood in front of us.

“Let's go, Kim.” He commanded and majestically walked out with Hendrix.

What's going to happen to me now?

******

“Read the contract to her again.” Sebastian commanded, sitting on the huge grey couch.

I was quietly sitting on the grey couch at his left. Hendrix was sitting opposite me, formally dressed in black suit. He opened the suitcase and brought out the paper I stupidly signed earlier.

“After Miss Kimberly signs the contract, Mr Sebastian has every right to her. She can’t ask for a divorce except Mr Sebastian is willing to. She can't work anywhere else without his permission. She can't leave the house without asking him. She has to pretend in public that she is happy with Mr Sebastian. Mr Sebastian has every right to touch any part of her body, which includes sleeping with her. He has the right to have sex with h…”

“Stop!” I screamed and my chest was moving up and down. My face was squeezed, fear gripped me.

They both looked at me, pulling their brows in askance.

“Have s-se-x with me?” My voice was shaking to even say those words. “You never told me all these before signing the contract.” I stared at them with pleading eyes.

“But I said you should read before signing.” His cold glare scared me.

“Bu…”

“Continue Hendrix.” He averted his gaze to Hendrix.

Hendrix cleared his throat and continued. “Miss Kim is entitled to Mr Sebastian all the days of her life except if Mr Sebastian is ready to let her go. If Miss Kimberly goes against this contract, she is required to pay him the entire 30 million dollars.”

I gulped by hearing the amount of figures. My account balance was not up to 30 thousand dollars. How on earth was I supposed to pay?

“This makes no sense,” I spat out, not sure what I was about to say, “we’ve only met once.” I gave him a daring glare, “I got drunk last night. You brought me to your castle without asking. How did you prepare the contract overnight? What was such an expensive car looking for outside a club? What was a bat looking for in a trash can? Why would a billionaire man like you want to marry me? What if all of these were just planned?!”

Silence. After blurting my frustration, everywhere was still silent.

“Let me clarify something,” Sebastian turned to face me, “you were unconscious for an entire day.”

“What?!” I took my phone and checked the date. “14th Jan 2025!”

Why was I unconscious for an entire day?!

“We have business to deal with.” He shut me up, “I'll ask one of the maids to show you around. Know your future house and start learning how to behave like a good wife.”

They both stood and started walking past me. Hendrix stopped, faced me.

“Just comply and you've got no problem.” He strutted out.

I curled my hands into fist, was that an advice or a threat? I watched them leave the living room and out of the house.

The frustration in me grew. What was actually happening?

“Hello ma'am.” A high pitched female voice rang from behind.

I turned back and flinched. I was startled to see a female dressed in a maid's outfit and her hair was packed in a bun.

“Mr Carlos asked me to show you around.” Her voice was too tiny.

“So quick?”

“I don't understand.” She wore a bright smile that was meant to make feel happy

“Let's just go.” I frowned and stood beside her.

She still smiled and started taking me up the stairs. Darn it! I was going to climb these long stairs. I climbed it while following her quietly.

We reached the corridor after years of climbing. She turned to the left and started talking. I didn't pay attention to what she was saying. I was only thinking about the fact that my life was ruined. Getting married to someone who is as good as heartless. I squeezed my face, I just felt like entering the ground and never coming back.

I finally decided to listen to the high pitched maid talking.

“That's all for this part.” She turned to me with that fake smile she wore. “Let's go to the other part, ma'am.”

I sighed. She smiled and started walking. My eyes caught on the door. It looked different from other doors. It looked like it was designed specially.

“What's this room?” I pulled my brows in askance.

She turned to see it. Her eyes immediately widened.

“We are not allowed to talk about this room.” Her body was shivering and she started sweating. Her smile vanished. She gazed at me with fear and trembling hands. “Let me show you other parts.”

I became even more curious.

“Could you bring me water? I'm really thirsty.” I faked a smile at her.

“Oh-okay ma'am.” She was still so nervous. She turned and she was staggering while walking.

I made sure she left before I turned to the door. What on earth was inside the fucking room that made her shiver? My heart was beating fast. I was having doubts whether to open it. I placed my hand on the door knob but paused.

What if I saw dead bodies? What if that was where he did his criminal activities? Was he a mafia?

Those silly questions made me more curious. I gulped while twisting the door knob. Thankfully it was open. I pushed it slowly and quietly.

A hand held onto me.

“What are you doing?”