Chapter 2

All the nervousness returned to my chest when he said that he wasn’t Mr. Shein. In that case, Mr. Shein maybe an old man?

"Eat first. It looks like I'm disturbing your food." I sat down at the table and resumed eating.

The man talked to the maid while I was trying to calm myself down. I am praying that the real Mr. Shein is not a mafia boss, drug lord, or drug dealer.

Maybe it’s because Mr. Shein is a madman. So he needs someone to take care of him. Why does he needs a wife? Why not just a nurse or a psychiatrist?

The man sat in front. He was looking at me. He is really handsome. I'm lucky if he is Mr. Shein because I married to a handsome man. Hihi

"By the way, I’m Richmoon. Mr. Shein ordered me to remind you of what you should do in his house." I swallowed a few times because of the nervousness.

How is he able to command others? Is he that powerful that even the guy like him is his servant?

"There are two things that you have to remember. Number 1, don’t interfere with his personal belongings and life. You have a separate room, so there is no reason for you to enter his room."

God! I will be grateful for that. I have no plans to enter his life or room. Maybe he had drugs hidden there. I don't want to get involved.

"What's the second?" I asked.

"Do your wife's duties,"

Wife's duties? Like to cook for him? Is that so? Or it’s more than that? I was swallowed up by a frightening scene that entered my mind. I can’t bring myself to sleep with an old man.

"Do you have any questions?"

Even though I am nervous, I still had the courage to ask him about something.

"When you say wife duties, do you also mean... the forbidden?"

"What?"

"The forbidden,"

"Forbidden? What’s that?" Wait! He doesn't know the forbidden? For real?

"You know, he and me... in the same room doing something wild."

His forehead furrowed, but later he suddenly laughed, which made me even more nervous. Is there anything funny from I said?

"You’re funny," he said, and I frowned.

"It depends on you both. I don’t think you can attract Shein," Wow huh? What he said sounded like an insult. Am I so ugly that that Mr. Shein of him won’t attract by my charm? God! I’m insulted.

"Anyway, I have to go, and I hope you're careful," he said, and left. Why should I be careful? Is Mr. Shein a dangerous man?

If he is a madman, it is possible. It is also possible if he is a drug lord or dealer. If he's a mafia boss, there's a chance.

God! Can I still go home alive with this freaking situation I have?

When Richmoon left, I finished eating, and some of the helpers came to where I was and immediately led me to the top of the stairs.

We entered a room that is big as our house in town. There's a big bed and a huge wardrobe.

The maids tried to take off my clothes, so I stopped them. Why they undress me?

"Lady Lay, I'm sorry, Mr. Shein told us to get you dressed before you go to him."

"I'll do it myself," I told them shyly. I feel like I'm a royalty in their treatment. It made me uncomfortable.

Fortunately, they gave it to me. I took off my clothes and they just dragged me into the bathroom.

Don’t tell me they will bathe me?

Shockss! Embarrassing. I ain’t a princess, but I can be one. Kidding!

After they all bathed me, they dressed me. It's a long dress that suits my body curves. Is it really necessary? That madman is so... argh!

The dress is yellow like the dress worn by Belle in the DP entitled Beauty and the Beast.

They helped me fix myself right away. They also gave me jewelry that suited the dress. I marveled at the gleam of the stones in my neck and ears. For the first time, I'll be able to wear real jewelry. They fixed my hair and put on a little make-up. It's just light because I’m not comfortable with heavy make-up being put on my face.

"It’s over, ma’am. Come down, Mr. Shein is waiting for you."

Earlier, I was nervous about this. Why doesn't he show up to me right away? He likes suspense.

I looked again at my appearance in the mirror. I stared at myself for a moment and smiled. Beautiful. It's beautiful that it hurts because I can see my father in my looks.

I took another deep breath then stood up.

They accompanied me downstairs. As I went down, I could hear my footsteps. The sound of the stiletto hitting the marbles tiles in their house makes me nervous.

I don’t know where we’re going, but it looks like we’re heading to the back of the house. As we got closer, I could hear voices. I saw Richmoon not far away. In front of him, was a man sitting comfortably.

He’s also wearing a black suit. They like black?

And all his hair is white. Confirm, he's an old man. The one I married is an old man.

I stopped walking. I couldn't seem to breathe because of the fast beating of my heartbeat. With its sheer force, I find it difficult to act calm.

"Here she is," I heard Richmoon say. I backed away. Slowly. Before Mr. Shein immediately see me, I turned around and started running.

The maids were calling me, but I did not look back.

I was about to leave the house, but I remembered that there were men in black suits outside, waiting, so I had no choice but to go upstairs. I was in a hurry to climb. I didn’t look back at everyone who were chasing me.

I looked for my room earlier, but I couldn't find it. In this  oversized big mansion, there are many varied rooms.

I took off the stiletto and ran and ran all the way to the end of the house.

I tried to open all the rooms, but they are all closed. I can't live with an old man like Mr. Shein.

I don't even know where I am in the house now. I think I'm lost. I can already hear the voices of those maids. In my panic, I entered the room that I had only opened. When I entered, I immediately locked it.

The whole room was dark. All the lights are off. It's also good that they can't see me. I leaned against the door and sat weakly on the floor.

I'm tired of running.

When I heard their voices across the room, I stood up. I'm stepping backwards against the door.

"I hope they don't open it," I whispered softly as I backed away.

But suddenly, someone grabbed my waist. I was shocked. I felt the presence of a man behind me. I would have screamed, but I am scared that the maids would have heard me.

I felt the man's breath on my neck. My breathing is getting heavy. I can already feel the thrill in my chest. Who's this? Who is he?

His hands were now tracing my waist up and down as he kissed my neck down to my shoulder that was not covered by the cloth I was wearing.

"Who are you?" I asked incredulously.

He did not answer. He just continued to kiss my neck while his hands were already on the side of my breast.

When I didn't hear voices from the outside, I immediately backed away from the man. I looked at him but I could not see him. In the extreme darkness of the surroundings, I could not see his face or who he was.

"W-Who are you?" I feel like I'm going to faint in this house. With so many spectacular things happening, I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to go home alive and kicking.

He didn't answer, so I ran to the door because I planned to just leave this room, but before I could even get out,

He’s already blocked me. With a body that looks like a wall in height and endurance.

"Who are you? Let me out "

"Why would I?" My body hair stood on end at his voice. His voice is deep and very manly. It was so deep that I had almost nothing to say. That type of a voice that wherever you go, you can't forget his voice.

"Who are you?" He did not answer again. He suddenly pulled me closer to him, which made me scream. I'm really scared right now.

"What are you g-going to do?"

I gasped when I felt his breath on my cheek. I could feel the touch of the tip of his nose on my skin.. Who is he?

"Let me go," I said softly.

"Why would I?"

"I'm going to scream," I tried to threatened him, but he just laughed.

"Go on."

Who is he?

"You smell nice," he said, his voice is husky. But it’s nice to hear it.

"You have a very small face. Smaller than I thought," he added, that  surprise me. Does he know me?

"Who are you really?"

"Your lips, so small and kissable," I swallowed at what he said. I must be scared and nervous but why am I here seemed to be attracted?

"Let me go. I’m married," I told him. I couldn’t really see anything except his blue eyes. Light blue to be exact. I guess he is handsome.

"Really?" the amazement in his voice can be heard. I do not know why.

"Yes. I’m married to the owner of this house. To Mr. Shein, so can you let me go?" I tried to remove his hand that was clinging to me, but he just tightened his grip and didn’t let me go.

"Can you hear me? I said, let me go. If anyone can hold me, it should be my husband." I told him boldly, and for the last time I pushed him with all my might, and thank God he let go as well.

I turned around and turned the doorknob to get out of the room, but I was surprised again when he turned me to him.

"What? You don’t hear me? I said, only my husband can hold me."

"I'm sorry to miss, but to clear my part here, I am Harold Oliver Shein and you, Lorelay Sugala, is my wife." I don’t know if it’s true, but I think he smirk.

"And yes, I should be the only one to hold you like how I do."