Fated Vows

Chapter 8 Dark world

Elara sat on the big couch in the living room, thinking on how she could escape from the hands of Tyler Gush.

Even though i have his heir, it means nothing, he already chose Rosalie.

That's the only reason am getting this kind of treatment. Elara thought tears welling up her eyes.

Tyler Gush sat down on his big black chair at the office figuring out how he's gonna work out things to not let Rosalie know he has tied knot with Elara.

On the other end, he is gonna choose Rosalie without his grandfather getting to know.

knock knock

"Come in" Tyler Gush said plainly.

"Mr Tyler, there are contracts we need to sign here, they are from the construction company" Gavin said.

"Have you gone through them?" Tyler asked.

Not really, I have received them just now from the secretary's office" Mr Gavin answered .

"Go sit down, go through them and sign.

I have alot to work on in my office right now" Mr Tyler Gush said.

Mr Gavin was left wondering on what was really going on with his boss.

Mr Gavin as an assistance to Tyler Gush actually does alot of helping the CEO with lots of work, but signing contracts has never been one of them.

Tyler Gush added over his stamp machine to Mr Gavin, who appeared to be somehow reluctant.

"Bo..boss,.." Mr Gavin mumbled.

"Have it" Tyler said.

Gavin took the stamp machine and left with the pile of documents in his hands.

*

At noon, Elara was invited to have a meal in the dining room. When she saw the table full of seafood, her face turned slightly pale because almost all of the dishes were seafood, expensive yet poisonous to her.

She has been allergic to several foods since childhood, and seafood is worst of them.

Elara's gaze was onTyler's order!

Her gaze then fell on the vegetarian dishes and she picked up a chopstick of vegetables.

They are better off than the seafood. However, the smell of seafood rushed to her nose and scared her. She quickly threw away the chopstick, stood up, and asked the nearby maid with an unsteady breath, "What are the vegetables made of...?". "Seafood soup," the maid did not hide it from her. Elara wanted to turn around and leave, but her feet wouldn't move. If she didn't eat this meal, what about the next one? Could she still hold on for three days? How could she leave if she didn't eat enough? "You want me to eat plain rice, right? Then I'll just eat it," Elara sat down again, not eating the dishes, only eating the rice, stuffing it into her mouth. The maid watched Elara eat the dry rice without changing her expression and was stunned.

Elara stayed in the luxurious mansion like a fish in a pond or a bird in a cage, eating plain rice for three days. During these three days, she didn't see Tyler's shadow at all, as if he had left her here to fend for herself. She felt like an animal trapped in a cage, not knowing what the future held, and her heart was filled with panic towards the unknown. That day, while eating plain rice, Elara couldn't take it anymore. She put down her chopsticks, walked to the hall, and asked the butler Fidel "Where is Tyler? I want to see him.

When will he let me go?" "I'm sorry, Miss Elara, As servants, we don't know Mr. Tyler's whereabouts," Uncle Fidel said.

"How long is he going to keep me locked up?"

"We don't know that either." Fidel said

"You..."

Elara couldn't bring herself to bully a servant. After all, this was Tyler's order!

It was around nine o'clock at night, and Elara couldn't sleep. She huddled in a corner of the balcony, thinking about her child Fahez.

She had never been away from him for so long. Would he be missing his mommy? Would he cry at night to sleep?

Just as her eyes began to well up, she heard the sound of a car below. Her heart tightened, and she turned and ran downstairs.

Outside, a car slowly pulled up to the door, but it wasn't the black Maybach , It was a silver Roll Royce.

The man who got out of the car wasn't Tyler either.

He wore business glasses and a professional suit, and walked up to Elara with a calm demeanor. He carried a handbag, and Elara wondered what was inside.

"Miss Elara?" Gavin glanced at her bare feet, which looked like white jade.

"Who are you?" Elara asked, although she saw resemblance to the driver who drove them home in the morning after Tyler's birthday.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Mr. Tyler Gush's chief personal assistance, Gavin"

"Did he send you to release me?" Elara asked anxiously.

"I'm here to take you see Mr. Tyler," Gavin said, holding up the bag. "These are clothes and shoes for you."

As Elara listened to his official tone and looked at the clothes in the bag, she felt uneasy and asked, "Where are we going?"

Bar.

Elara was wearing a purple tight-fitting dress with a straight neckline, revealing her white and glowing white clear skin, and beautiful collarbone. Her waist was slender, and her legs were straight and white. Her unique temperament attracted the attention of many men as soon as she entered, and they shamelessly stared at her.

Gavin led Elara straight to a private room without looking around.

When the door of the private room opened, the light shone in, but it made Elara feel like she had stepped into an unknown and dark world.

People were drinking and playing, men were touching women, and women were hugging men. In this decadent atmosphere, there was no sign of Tyler.

The people playing noticed Elara, and the men's eyes did not hide their admiration for her beauty, even if they were still holding women in their arms.

"Is this the new model? She's of good quality," said one man named "Uncle Joe."

Elara felt disgusted by the way she was being treated like a product and asked Gavin "Where is he?"