The Deceiver's Game

Chapter 9: Moving In

ARABELLA

Horrified.

I don't know what else to feel. I can't even move an inch the moment I hear the news.

Me? Moving in? With that beast? Hell no.

"Baby—"

"Mom! Isn't this enough? I agreed to marry him but I didn't sign up for this—this moving in with him thing, I won't do it"

After being petrified, I'm now pacing back and forth, sometimes going in circles in our living room. I don't know what to do. Is there anything I could do to—

Who made this decision?

I calmed myself down and sat down beside my mother on the sofa and looked at her eyes. The same hazel brown eyes that I have.

"You decided this by yourselves? Again?"

Silence took over as no one can answer my question. My eyes look at my dad, then to mom, and back again but no one dares to say even a yes or a no.

"I did but—"

"Why are you doing this to me? Isn't marrying him enough that you need to take even my whole life and not give me privacy? I said that I'd like to live in another house soon but not with someone. I want to try living independently, how can I do that if you already decided that I need to live my life in that asshole's house?" I stood up and took a deep breath while thinking what else to reason, didn't even bother apologising about the word I used to him.

"I don't like him, all of us here know that. I don't like how he acts, I don't like how he talks, I don't like anything about him. I only agreed to this marriage because of what you told me. Another thing, I thought that we just need to get married and not to act like a real couple except in public"

No one spoke again. If they're ashamed, they should be. Their daughter will never experience being on her own. Being free and having life decisions of her own which is what they like. I forgot about that part. Yeah right, I forgot that that was what they wanted anyway. Me, doing the things people wanted me to do just like what they did to me.

If you think about it, Darvian is really a person who they can trust not to be too strict to me. I mean—look at the past days that he went to our house every morning just to be with me and eat breakfast together which is probably just one of his schemes. What does he think? I'll really believe that he loves me? Come on, be real.

Though sometimes, he makes me feel like it's real but I know that it isn't. Everything's fake but what do I have to do? To play along until he loses on his own game.

"Mr. Blackwood added that to his conditions, darling. You know I didn't agree to it immediately, it's just that—"

"Forget what I said"

I smirked.

Ooh... so he really does want to play?

This is giving me second thoughts. Why did I forget about the part where I'm not someone he should be messing with? Why did I forget that I can fight in my own way? Why did I forget that I plan to ruin this wedding so I can finally get my freedom? And why did I do all that drama?

"What do you mean? Baby, we still have time to convince—"

I stopped my mom with a smile before sitting down again beside her and gently held her hands.

"I said I'll do it mom. Besides, it's just right for a married couple. What would people think if the word came out that I'm still living under my parents' roof?" I explained with a gentle tone while still having a reassuring smile.

"But I thought you didn't want to—"

"But I need to. It's for us"

I saw tears building up in her eyes. I'm sorry mom but I need to do this for me. It may be a selfish decision but it's just right with all the selfish decisions they made for themselves and this marriage is a very good example. And why shouldn't I use it to my own advantage?

They told me that I need to move in tomorrow, so I guess I'll be busy packing tonight.

"I'll visit from time to time, I won't give you time to miss me" I said while smiling at our housemaid.

She has been with us for more than a decade now and she's the closest one to me. Probably because she's the one closest to my age since she's also the daughter of one of our family's housekeepers. Though I don't always interact with them, she's one of those people whom you can tell secrets to... but will eventually come out when she's threatened. I still love her anyways.

"But it's not right! You're not yet married and he decided to make you move in with him. What if he does something—uhm" I just looked at her with a serious expression.

"I know what you're thinking. Didn't you grow up with me? You should know that I won't let anyone do that thing to me"

That morning, I didn't really expect something but isn't it right to help someone who'll move into your house? How could he not care at all? His maids even say that he's not that busy since his company's problem is already gone... that fast. What a shame.

And he still thinks that I'll believe in his love? Oh please, if he wants me to believe then he should do everything to please me! That's one of my goals, to make him my dog so why isn't he here?!

Ugh nevermind him. I'll have plenty of time.

"Good morning Miss, I'll be escorting you to your room. Please follow me" an elderly woman said and started to walk.

I looked back at my luggage and saw it in a man's hands so I also started to walk behind the lady.

"Can I ask where Mr. Blackwood is?" I asked. I still can't believe that he left me by myself. Me. A lady. The one he'll be marrying. Oh yucks.

"This will be your room. And to answer your question, he said that he'll be in the company because he has lots to do though I doubt it" my brows elevated after hearing her answer.

"Can I ask why?" she chuckled which revealed the lines on her face.

"He once told me that he doesn't have anything to do, not until this morning that he was hurrying and said that he has lots to do. Knowing him, he might be just shy" she chuckled again and sighed before walking away.

"Being young and in love"

I looked at her back until she was out of my sight before frowning. In love my ass.

"I really am young. In love? I'll let you cut my beautiful hair first" I snorted before going in the room.

It's huge. Not as big as my room in our house but it's enough to even have a little dancing area inside. Gray and White dominated the room and I don't like it. It looks like his life, boring and colorless.

I walked towards the bed and sat while roaming my eyes around.

It's really a boring room. No paintings, nothing to read, nothing to appreciate. I don't like this room even if it's spacious.

Those shelves at the corner don't even have books. What the hell are those for then? Bookshelves are for storing books!

Pshh... what would I expect with that boring and annoying man?

I decided to stand up again and closed the door before eyeing the room again. We'll do something with it. Make it lively. Give it colors.

Well if you think about it, his life won't be colorless anymore. I'm already here, let's make his life more... exciting.