In Bed With The Devil

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

The car ride was as silent as ever, like she was on route to her execution after being served a death sentence. For a moment she wondered what would become of the man who tried to hit on her, her heart pumped with ache as her guilt piled up….an innocent man was probably going to be killed because of her.

Alex noticed the worry lines on his wife’s face and reached to place a hand on her shoulder, she flinched sharply and his brows furrowed, “I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t know that.” She replied.

He would win her over, sooner or later he thought as he changed the subject, “What’s troubling you?”

Olivia sent him a death stare. In the span of twenty four hours he’d kept her hostage, threatened her, put her father in a state of compromise with having to sell his daughter, and then he married her against her will…he really had the effrontery to ask what was troubling her?? Her life was literally falling apart in her eyes!

“Nothing.” She answered instead.

“Olivia—-

“Where’s my father?” She asked abruptly, he still hated when she did that.

Sighing deeply he poured himself a glass of bourbon from the limo’s mini bar, “Your father is safe.”

“I want to see him.”

“You can’t”

“You can’t keep me away from my father!!” She cried out as she couldn’t take it any longer.

Alex couldn’t tell her he held her father still hostage at one of his apartments, clearly under strong surveillance. Contrary to Olivia, Charles Camden was not the perfect and innocent father whose terrible decisions led him astray, and Alex held him captive until he was sure she was on the cooperating side.

“You’ll see Big C when I want you to.” He finally answered, it was a long day and all he wanted was a good night’s rest with his new bride.

Olivia opened her mouth in protest but shut it right back as the car drove into a gated community. She read the sign that said ‘MELBORO COUNTY ESTATE’ and gasped, they were probably driving through the estate before they got to where he really lived.

The driver turned and after a minute or so they finally stopped, she looked out the window and waited patiently. Alex got out, she felt tensed as he walked over to her side and opened the door, “Welcome Mrs Maldov.”

She didn’t want him to see the shock on her face, but the gasp that escaped her lips was too loud to conceal and Alex felt a sense of pride, seeing the puzzlement on her face was enough.

The Maldov mansion was huge, from it’s creamy white stone walls, adorned with broken marble at the corners to the terrace that seemed to stretch forever. The two pillar columns supporting the porch looked so beautiful with the carefully trimmed hedge of rose bushes surrounding it, lined perfectly with the sweeping driveway and towering palm trees at the gate entrance.

She almost praised how delicately perfect the architecture was, then she remembered it was owned by her husband—the mafia boss, and the spark of interest died in her eyes immediately. It was probably built on the blood of innocent men, she felt sick to her throat just thinking about it.

“Right here is your new home Olivia.” Alex announced only to be met with silence. He was sure he heard her gasp before and now she was just….meh.

“Come on,” He said as he took her hand again, she held her breath feeling his palm brush against hers, “I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Olivia tensed up even more at the mention of ‘everyone’, was she about to meet more criminals? Or his family? Were they as dangerous and monstrous as him? Would they accept her as she was or treat her like a Slave? These questions crowded her mind as they walked towards the front door.

The door opened immediately and she met—a butler? Dazed and at a loss for words seeing someone dressed like so proper standing right in front of her. He was middle aged for sure, as the gray lining in his clearly thin hair didn’t go unnoticed.

“Welcome Master Maldov.” He muttered with the purest of courtesy and turned to Olivia, then he smiled warmly, “Madam Maldov. It’s a pleasure to finally see you.”

Olivia went mute, it was all a blur to her and Alex cleared his throat snapping her back to reality with made her jolt a little, “—uh h…hello”

“This is Cillian,” Alex said as they finally walked into the house, “he’s the housekeeper.”

Olivia was still taking it all in when she saw the woman standing close to the flight of stairs in the middle of the floor, she was probably Alex’s maid, hence the outfit, the lump in her throat grew tighter.

“That’s Sheila,” Alex murmured as he took off his coat which the woman rushed to get, “She’s the maid…she’s a little shy.”

Sheila nodded in acknowledgment, and without saying a word bolted up the flight of stairs with her master’s coat. Sheila was definitely not shy, she was terrified and Olivia couldn’t blame her….she was also a new prisoner in this beautiful home.

“You must be tired,” Alex turned to the housekeeper, “Cillian show the madam her room and have her freshen up. We’ve had a long day.”

“You kidn*pped me.” Olivia murmured under her breath.

The housekeeper, clearly ignoring his new madam’s words showed her the stairs, “Come with me madam. I’ll show you your room.”

Olivia dreaded as she tagged behind the housekeeper, for some reason she felt safer behind this random middle aged man than her monster of a husband. Knowing what ‘freshen up’ entailed she was scared, it was her wedding night after all and she was in her new home….a home she couldn’t escape.

They reached a hallway and Cillian ushered her into one of the rooms as he opened the doors gently. Olivia walked in and gasped for the umpteenth time. The queen sized bed and the furnishings around it clearly showed it was the master bedroom, sharply she turned to Cillian, “is this my room?”

“You’re married to the master now madam.” He responded, “Mr Maldov had us prepare the master bedroom for your arrival.”

There was no use arguing with the housekeeper, she was tired as it was already and musty from all the tears shed hours earlier. Later, she vowed, she would find a room to hide from Alex Maldov and his devilish claws. Suddenly her eyes caught the red piece of lacy clothing placed gently at the edge of the bed.

“What’s that??”

“Oh it’s yours,” Cillian answered, “Master Maldov wants you to wear it tonight…after your bath that is.”

Olivia felt the rage inside of her rise to a new height a she strode over to pick the material up—it was a like mosquito net and her husband was a bastard!

“I’m not wearing that.” She shook her head vigorously, “Tell your master I’d rather die than wear that!!”