The Debt Bride

CHAPTER2

Amelia spent the next few days in Alexander’s house. The mansion was beautiful and had everything in it, but it did not in any way feel like home.

The rooms were big, all In suits. With a very large mattress with golden lights all around the walls, soft carpets, and expensive and fluffy furniture.

But Amelia did not care. She was trapped and felt like a prisoner in it.

Every time she tried to make any moves, a guard stood in her way. The guards were big, muscular strong men who never spoke any word to her apart from watching after her,

One evening, Amelia sat in frustration on the stairs. She rested her chin on her knees lost in her thoughts and sighed.

Alexander walked toward her majestically. He wore a white shirt, and his sleeves were rolled up. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“You are not a prisoner,” he said. “But you cannot leave until the wedding.”

Amelia stood up and glared at him. “This is kidnapping.”

Alexander chuckled. “Call it whatever you like. But you belong to me now. He laughed arrogantly” and went back to his room.

That same night, when the house was quiet, Amelia piped and checked around and discovered the guards had gone to sleep and she picked a small bag and put in her shoe,

removing all her jewellery from her body to avoid any sound that would raise suspicion.

She tiptoed through the hallways, with her heart beating fast. She managed to reach for the front door handle—

“Going somewhere?”

She gasped and turned around. Alexander stood there, arms crossed, looking at her, he started walking towards her looking into her eyes

“You don’t think I’d let you run, do you?” he whispered. And again he laughed arrogantly as usual, I've got my eyes on you any day any time,

you can't run. He got close to her and grabbed her by the arms, stop making attempts to run, you are only going to make matters worse for yourself,

I will advise you to cooperate with me and go back to the room, he said to her in a calm voice, but she was scared and could not say anything apart from to look at him and obey. Amelia went back to the room quietly.

Amelia knew she had to escape. But she had to plan and be smart about it. She sat down on the bed and pounded through the several ways she could go about this without being noticed by the guard and Alexander himself

The next evening, Alexander arranged a private dinner for Amelia inside the house.

The dining room was set up beautifully, with soft lighting that created a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Candlelight flickered around the room, casting gentle shadows on the walls, while red rose petals were sprinkled elegantly across the floor.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of a delicious three-course meal, carefully prepared by the most senior chef in the house.

This chef had served the family for over twenty years, and his cooking was known to be nothing less than perfection.

Despite the effort put into the evening, Amelia did not look happy. Her expression remained distant, her lips pressed together in a thin line.

No matter what Alexander did to make her smile, nothing seemed to work. She sat stiffly at the dining table, her hands resting in her lap, her eyes avoiding his.

Alexander finally took his seat across from her, studying her face. He picked up his knife and fork, cutting into his steak with slow, deliberate movements.

The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken tension.

After a moment, he looked up, his gaze locking onto hers. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable warning in his tone.

“If you try to run again,” he said, his eyes never leaving her face, “I will have no choice but to make things even harder for you.”

Amelia swallowed, her hands tightening into fists under the table.

She could hear the quiet clink of his cutlery against the plate as he continued eating, acting as if his threat was just a casual remark.

But Amelia knew better.

Amelia scoffed. “You cannot control me.” I'm not a child, I should be left to choose what I want, I am old enough to make my decisions, I have my life and dreams…

She couldn't eat because she was filled with anger.

Alexander leaned closer. “Do you want to take that risk?” Amelia stood up and left the Dining area, running back to her room.

Come back and eat, Alexander said, but she walked away without any response.

Later that night, Amelia felt restless. The silence in the house was unsettling, and she had nothing to do. She sighed and decided to take a walk, hoping to distract herself.

The house was massive, with long hallways and high ceilings. As she walked, she admired the beautiful artwork hanging on the tall walls.

Each painting was unique, adding to the elegance of the house. The dim lighting made the golden frames shine, giving the space a warm and luxurious feel.

She ran her fingers lightly over the smooth wooden railings as she moved through the corridors, taking in every detail. The chandeliers above sparkled, casting soft light over the grand interior.

Everything about Alexander’s house screamed wealth and power, but to her, it felt more like a golden cage.

As she wandered into one of the many rooms, a faint sound caught her attention. It was a soft, steady beeping noise.

Curious, she paused and listened. The sound was coming from somewhere inside the room. Slowly, she stepped forward, following it.

It grew louder as she approached the large bed in the center of the room. Her heart pounded as she reached out and lifted one of the pillows.

There, tucked beneath it, was a small phone.

Her breath hitched. Her hands trembled as she picked it up. The screen lit up, revealing the source of the beeping—a low battery warning.

She recognized the phone immediately. It belonged to Alexander’s little nephew, who had visited for the weekend and must have forgotten it.

Amelia stared at the device in her hands. A phone. A way to reach the outside world. A way to call for help.

Her fingers felt numb as she quickly dialed a number she knew by heart.

Olivia.

Her best friend.

She pressed the call button and held her breath as the phone rang.

“Olivia, help me. I need—”

A hand snatched the phone away.

Alexander stood in front of her, collecting the phone from her holding the phone. His face was calm, but his blue eyes burned with anger.

“You just made a big mistake, Amelia,” he said in a low voice.