Chapter 4 Escape Opportunity

Amira hid behind a shrub, watching the guards move back and forth around the mansion, fearing they were looking for her.

Fear grabbed her, but she understood that in order to reach her goal, she needed to work hard without drawing notice. This was her moment, her chance.

When she realised the area was free of them, she slid out and tiptoed to the back gate, where she had observed. However, a difficulty occurred; it was secured, forcing her to climb.

Before deciding to climb, she carefully examined her surroundings; while doing so, she felt a hand firmly hold her again.

Amira felt her heart drop into her stomach and remained frozen in place, paralysed by fear that prevented her from turning around.

"Shit." She muttered quietly to herself before turning to face the same guard who had stopped her from fleeing before the ceremony.

"You? Why are you following me?" Amira growled angrily, pulling free of his grip. She soon detected footsteps approaching, and the guard dragged her into a secluded corner.

"Have you located her?" They overheard each other ask a question.

"No, I'm still searching." The other responded, and they separated ways to seek for Amira.

"It is for your own good, Miss, since going out there is risky. It is preferable to go in there so that you may run continuously when the best time comes." He spoke, and Amira said nothing in response.

What exactly did he mean by "right time?" Was he the proper guard? Why was he so attractive and unique, as if he came from a wealthy family? Who was this man?

While Amira was attempting to figure things out, the guard contacted the other.

"Come over and take her; she attempted to climb the fence."

With that, the other held Amira like a small child. Amira felt deceived by the guards snitching on her whenever she attempted to flee.

She kept her cool as she followed the other security towards the entrance that led to the long hallway. They approached the lift and stepped inside, but Amira continued to wrestle with him, attempting to break free.

However, she felt a tinge of anxiety, knowing that she had sought to escape once more, and that doing so in the future would be more difficult because her intentions had been recklessly revealed.

"Will you please let go? Stop touching me like that or I'll scream." Amira screamed as the bodyguard released her hand, but he maintained a close eye on her to ensure she remained within his sight.

After that, he opened Andrea's chamber door and let Amira inside.

"Boss, I have returned her." After Andrea's dismissal, the bodyguard bowed and left.

The quiet between them made Amira uncomfortable and worn out. Her face wrinkled as she realised her strategy hadn't worked. Nobody knows what it will take to stop her; she won't stop running until she finds what she desires.

"I enjoy it when you run. I'd like to see it again." Andrea smirked as he whispered. He approached her like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, and Amira's will to remain motionless crumbled as he terrified her with his look.

"What sort of a sick person is he?" Amira wondered; she had expected him to attack her when she tried to get away even after marrying him, but Andrea brought her into his embrace, offering her a comforting hug.

Amira was frozen in her spot; why was he holding her? What she had expected was not what happened. She felt awkward and emotional.

She hadn't been embraced by anyone except her friend, who does it on occasion. She felt her brain cells shut down, leaving her unable to think. His powerful scent invaded her nose, and it was intoxicating.

It took her seconds to feel her tongue and say, "Let me go."

Andrea let go in an instant, but he looked at her finger, admiring the wedding ring. Amira stood there, anticipating what he would do next, so he drew her finger to his lips and kissed it.

Amira opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Then another knock came, prompting Andrea to withdraw from her.

"Come in," he replied so coldly that Amira was astonished by how quickly he could change personalities.

There, the maid Amira had followed earlier to direct her to her room appears with another maid. She was pretty young and gorgeous.

"Boss, this is the new maid, you asked me to bring."

"Okay Kira." He grumbled and turned to face the new maid, giving her a cold stare that made everyone shiver, including Amira, who had only recently seen this side of him.

"Your name." He snapped, instilling fear in her.

"Brenda, Bre-nda Jean." She faltered, her gaze falling to the floor. It became quieter among them again, which was pretty uncomfortable. Andrea then broke the stillness by adding.

"Brenda, from now on you will be my wife's maid. When I mentioned maid, I meant personal maid. You should be there for her in case she needs anything. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir." Brenda bowed and shivered like a drenched chicken. Amira, who listened to this, was furious; why does she suddenly need a maid? Andrea abruptly cut her off as she opened her mouth to speak.

"My statements are final; no disagreements. She'll be your maid, whether you like it or not."

Amira pursed her lips in fury and glared at him, which Kira found weird. Andrea, according to her, was much feared, even by his former lovers, but his new wife was a brave woman, running away during her wedding and on her wedding night.

"you may leave!" He gave the command, and the two females walked away, leaving them both. He then looked to Amira, his expression still frigid and furious, before smiling coldly.

The next thing he did startled her: he lifted her into his arm and marched out of his room, ignoring her struggles.

"put me down!"

Amira shouted and hit him. Her face flushed with shame as she lay on his arms, and he slung her onto his shoulder, Amira as light as a feather to him.

"Shush!" He silence, ignoring her defiance. Then he opened her assigned room, walked to the light switch, switched it on, and held her down. Amira grew enraged; she couldn't believe he had treated her like that.

"I'll forgive you for what you just did." Andrea whispered and kissed her forehead. With a wink, he exited her room, shutting the door from the other side, which startled her.

"Let me out! Please let me out!" Amira shouted in terror, knocking on the door so loudly. Was she imprisoned, and what was in the room that terrified her?

Andrea, on the other hand, stood there with a smirk of delight, demonstrating that his control was nearly complete.