Lilian Carson POV

I was afraid they would force me, but instead, all the maids and guards interacted with me in a very sophisticated manner. They appeared to respect my boundaries and be conscious of my human rights. Being treated fairly made me feel better.

Only one question arises in my mind: 'Why would Alexander agree to marry me?'

I questioned Alexander's sincerity in wanting to marry me and whether he had any other reasons for doing so. I laughed as I realised how frequently I have been used as a pawn. He has no concern for me. Due to the success of his business, my father sold me to Alexander. I'll flee when I have the chance. I just have to wait for the appropriate moment.

Hannah, a maid here, is the woman I saw earlier who told me about my father's presence. The woman is courteous. She assured me that she would ensure my comfort, just like Florence had. I was relieved and thankful for her kind gesture.

Hannah won't say anything about Alexander, despite my indirect request for any information. Perhaps all of the maids and guards were blackmailed by him, which explains why none of them are speaking. Or perhaps they are reluctant to speak out against Alexander because they fear what might happen. Finding a method to gather facts and data about Alexander is crucial. Always research your opponent before making an attack.

Hannah took me to my room, and all of my belongings were well stored.

"If you need anything else, please let me know," she replied with a friendly grin.

I give her a nod. Her grin faded soon, and she walked out of the room, leaving me alone and terrified. I remained there for a few moments, gathering my thoughts and deciding what to do next.

I approach my bag and open the zipper. There were my clothes and accessories inside. My dad may have really wanted to get rid of me. I couldn't help but feel betrayed as I examined the filled suitcase.

Was my father genuinely willing to eject me? My dreams have been dashed. I don't think I can go to college anymore. I'm not even sure if I'll ever leave this place.

I look at my scarred arm and use my finger to trace it. I committed to never doing it again. I inhale deeply and remind myself of the efforts I've made towards my healing. I am aware that I can resist my urges.

I recline on the floor with my back to the door and casually observe the space. The floor was clean and made of wood. The centre of the floor was covered with a plush white carpet. Considering that it is white, it seems quite tidy. One of my favourite colours, bluish green, which also calms me down, was present on the walls. The queen-size bed with its white and blue covers is located on the far left. The blanket in question is hefty and has a floral pattern. The bed's frame was made of wood and had a brown colour. The shelf held books and miniature figures. I adore books and miniature items. Far away on the wall was also a TV, to end my boredom due to the life long time that I'll spend in this prison.

The room seems specifically designed for me. My dad must have discussed my preferences with the man. The furnishings, colours, and accents are all to my taste. But why go to all that trouble? I thought they would place me in a cellar.

I need to treat Alexander gently if I want to leave this place. I might be able to compromise with him if I speak to him face-to-face. It's critical to tackle the situation with composure and common sense. Creating a strategy or a compromise before dealing with Alexander might also be beneficial.

I move into more comfy clothing that covers more skin. Alexander will take me seriously and pay more attention to the conversation than my attire if I wear this. Alexander may not be a pervert, I hope.

Even while I am aware that it is unfair to evaluate someone based solely on their appearance, I can't help but feel slightly nervous around him. I may just be being overly cautious. I believed he was going to eat me because of how close he was to my face. I would strike him if he ever treated me that way again.

I got up from my bed and went into the living room. Hannah promised to be there for me if I needed her. I saw Hannah dusting the furnishings as I entered the room. When she noticed me, she grinned at me. I returned her greeting and asked if she needed assistance. She declined and informed me that the cleaning was almost complete.

"Are you famished?" asked Hannah.

When my father informed me that he was leaving me here, I lost my appetite. I doubt I'll be able to consume anything at the moment.

"No, I'm just curious, which one is Alexander's room?" I inquired.

"It's on the second floor, the first room on the left with a wooden door," Hannah explained.

"OK, thank you." I smiled at her and exited the room.

I watched as Hannah returned to her task. Is the elevator even used? It's unusual for me. It's conceivable that the elevator is broken or that it's only used for certain purposes. In any case, I climbed the steps to the second story.

I surveyed the corridor, looking for Alexander's room. I quickly located a huge wooden door and recognised it as Alexander's room. I waited outside his door. Before knocking, I paused briefly to see whether he was inside. My pulse pumped with eagerness as I awaited an answer. Is this a wise move?

He said, "Come in," in a hoarse voice not long after.

I stepped inside in little steps. I looked for Alexander as my gaze was drawn to the mysterious man sitting in front of me on a wooden chair, his gaze concentrated on the laptop screen in front of him. He looked to be an angel, but he is actually the devil. He has a deadly aura. I cleared my throat in an attempt to catch his attention. With a quizzical gaze, he peered up at me.

"Excuse me, are you available for a chat?" I inquired cautiously.

He was dressed in a white shirt with the top two buttons undone. His room was basic yet comfortable. If you allowed the enticing cyan and beige tones to infiltrate your spirit while strolling along a beach at dawn with a fresh wind, you would get the same sense as you can in this bedroom. There was a sense of serenity, tranquilly, and hope.

"Sure, as long as it's not dull," he kindly answered.

I don't think he has anger issues; he appears calm most of the time. I suppose it's satisfactory. It is crucial to remember, however, that people may hide their emotions, and anger issues are not always evident.

I need to ask him about my anxiety-inducing inquiry without making it any more unpleasant.

"How come you're marrying me?" I inquired, my gaze fixed on the floor. I'm not going to make eye contact with him.

"Because," he paused to explain.

I lock my gaze on him. Alexander had a serious expression on his face. For what reason? I'm curious what's going on inside his brain.

"Isn't it evident that you are a valuable asset to the business?" He chuckled as he stated it humorously.

Seriously? I was expecting some major stuff. My father is very selfish, and he is willing to sell me to anyone for money. But I wasn't anticipating that response; I want the truth. I'm curious about the reasoning behind his decision. How can I contribute to his company's success?

I'm curious as to why people are terrified of Alexander. He doesn't appear to be a threat. People may be terrified of him for a variety of reasons. That might be due to his past actions or reputation. I need to learn more about him. I absolutely don't believe his response.

"Do you have any other questions?" He inquired, lifting his left brow.

"Sure, I'd like to learn more about you. You appear to know everything about me, yet I know nothing about you," "I inquired, frustrated.

When his glance met mine, I swiftly shifted my gaze to the floor.

"Try to get to know me," he added as he typed something on his laptop.

I wrinkled my brows and looked at him, perplexed.

"I don't want you to rely on anyone else's impression of me; I want you to create your own," he said as he closed his laptop and glanced at me.

He didn't consider it while he was decorating my room. I understand; he is not going to tell me anything; I must do my own investigation. It's best to depart for the time being.

"I should go right now," I said.

"You can sleep with me as well," he said loudly, as his voice echoed through the room.

I hear it, and my cheeks flush. The statement by Alexander is unfathomable to me. Shameless! It's upsetting to watch someone who I believed to have greater integrity go to such a level.

I said out loud, mimicking him, "I am not that sort of person."

He started laughing out of nowhere. Why is this so funny?

He said with a chuckle, "I didn't mean it like that; I simply meant we may share the bed if you want to."

Realizing his sentence was a double entendre, I rolled my eyes. I am not an idiot; I understand what he really meant. I took the decision to ignore it and abstain from reacting, but I made a mental point to be extra watchful around him going forward. He certainly has a knack for irritating people. I should go right now. It's preferable to stay away from bad influences like him and put my mental health first.

When I turned around to leave his room, he yelled my name once more. After a little pause, I made the decision to turn around and find out what he wanted after all.

"Please read this before you leave," he added as he gave me a little note as I walked up to him.

I snatched the paper out of his grasp. I hurriedly reviewed the page for any potentially damaging material, hoping it wasn't something sensitive or personal.

I was taken aback when I read the header. This is unbelievable. My mouth twisted into a grin. It was the most exciting news I'd heard in a long time. A weight was lifted off my shoulders, and a wave of relaxation washed over me.

That was the college admissions form for which I had applied and given an interview. I've been chosen! After I read the acceptance letter, I couldn't believe my eyes. All of the planning and hard work had finally paid off. I wanted to cry with delight and enthusiasm.

"There is one condition: you will not be residing in a dorm. You're returning here after attending lessons," In a serious tone, Alexander added

I agreed with a nod of my head, happy for the chance. I'm delighted he opted to send me to college rather than keeping me trapped at home. I don't mind remaining in this house as long as he lets me go. I simply want to get out of here.

"Thank you," I added politely.

I looked at Alexander, and for a split second, I noticed a tint of compassion and solicitude in his gaze. I felt a sudden connection and a slight heart ache. It seemed unusual to have such a strong connection with someone I had only just met.

I brush the sensation off and head out the door. My hold on the paper tightens. Perhaps I can utilise Alexander; he appeared to be a powerful individual. If I can make him fall in love with me, I can use him like a puppet, and when the time comes, I will flee. I doubt Dad would dare to intervene. I'd leave Alexander after breaking his heart into tiny pieces.