Entrapped

Chapter 32.

The young girl gulped visibly as she looked at him with hesitant eyes, clutching her dress tightly she shivered in fear when she felt him getting angrier, “they are in servant quarters-“ he raised his palm in the air, halting the young girl to speak any further.

Xavier had enough he clenched his fist tightly and restrained himself from lashing out at the young girl in front of him, he had never seen her here so he assumed that she must be new though he could not understand why would anyone hire such a young girl who should be going to college rather than working here as a maid.

“I am going to Tiara and in the meantime I want you to summon all the other maids and every single servant around the mansion and have them lined up in the main hall,” Xavier ordered in his cold authoritative tone that no one could defy and added as he eyed the trembling girl with a menacing glint, “and don’t tell them it is my order, tell them it’s Tiara’s.” she nodded her head quickly as she did not find her voice under his cold gaze.

Xavier dismissed the poor frightened maid and made his way towards that part of the mansion he had not really ever visited and he failed to understand what business did Tiara have there. He walked through the hallways as he passed a few corridors with long and rushed strides and finally stood before the closed door.

He intended to get in straight away but halted when he heard the voices that were coming from in there, furrowing his brows together he leaned a little closer to the door to make out what the conversation was about.

“the stain won’t go away, Mrs. Black and besides, your husband never really wears the shirt he has worn once.” He heard a slightly familiar voice but could not really tell who was this lady but judging from the way she had addressed his wife, he concluded that she must be one of the maids.

“can you leave please,” he heard that soft voice of his wife that was laced with coldness.

“Mrs. Black I don’t think I should-“ they were interrupted as the closed door was pushed open and out of reflex both the ladies inside that room halted whatever they were doing and turned back to look at the correspondence direction.

Xavier walked inside gaining the attention of both his wife and the maid, his sudden presence startled them as none of them had expected Xavier to be home at this hour.

“Xavier?”

“Mr. Black!”

Xavier tilted his head a little as both of them exclaimed loudly. He looked around taking a quick glimpse of the laundry room stuffed with machines and other supplies and then his eyes finally traveled back to his wife who stood a little away from him.

His eyes were gentle when he looked at her but his eyes widened when he looked at the piece of white cloth she was holding that was stained with blood, he panicked as his first instance was that she might have hurt herself.

“Tiara,” he strode towards her with urgency, an expression of panic was plastered on his face, voice lingering with concern as grabbed her by her elbow. His scrutinized eyes checked her with sheer devotion, looking for any injury on her body and heaved a long sigh of relief when he found none. His composure visibly relaxed as realized that he got all worked up for no reason, she was fine and that thought brought an instant wave of calmness that washed away all his worries but it did not remain for much time as almost instantly his sharp mind forced him to thought about the blood that was on the white cloth she was holding.

His eyes now travelled down on the white fabric with blood stains here and there and felt a wave of terror passing through him when he realized that it was his shirt, his white shirt that he was wearing the other day when he killed one of the hostages in his basement.

Xavier did not know why but he did not like her holding that shirt that was stained with that bastard blood with those pretty hands of hers. He did not like that she was holding a shirt that was stained with the blood he had spilled.

Xavier never wanted to let that dark shadow of the underworld he was in hover above her, he wanted her away from all these atrocious acts as if trying to keep his identity as mafia leader away from her but he knew she knew. She had always known what kind of world he was born in and what kind of ruler he would become and yet he could not help but felt like he had committed a crime upon seeing that blood stain shirt in her hand.

Xavier had sworn that he would keep her away from all the dirty works he had to do and had also promised that he would keep her away from all the bloodshed, he had vowed that he would never let his wrong doings come before her eyes. He had sworn that he would never let her feel that she was a wife to a killer, a cold bloodied mafia.

he never wanted her to think that her husband was a man people were afraid of, he did not want her to fear him. He wanted to only present a good version of himself to her, a man that was a good businessman, rich and most importantly was madly in love with her but something inside of him ticked as he saw her holding that piece of cloth. Xavier knew that he failed to keep the promise he had given to himself and felt a sudden rage stirring inside the pit of his stomach as concluded that he had failed her.

“what are you doing here?” Xavier could not help but ask, he was angry. He could not comprehend her presence in this area of the huge mansion and above all he could not grasp why she was holding that shirt that was soaked in blood. He knew that every maid was aware of the fact that any piece of clothes that was tainted with even a single drop of blood were meant to discard right away and he could not help but wonder why no one threw it out as a trash.

Tiara’s expressionless face fell a little as a frown made its way on her face, she had sensed the rage his voice held while talking to her. He seemed slightly distressed over something and she tried to recollect all her thoughts as she looked for something that had got him all worked up but found none. she had not done anything then why was he being like that to her out of nowhere, she failed to understand that.

“I was doing your laundry.” She answered simply and the unbothered tone of hers and that unruffled behavior of hers pissed him even more, “when did you-“ Tiara oblivious from the storm that was swirling inside him shrugged her shoulder at her earlier observation and act like calm and composed but instead of words to complete her sentence only a whimper came out of her mouth when he snatched that shirt from her grip rather roughly and threw it away on the floor.

“why were you doing it?” he exclaimed loudly and furiously, turning to face the maid that was standing a few meters away and eyed her with his menacingly cold gaze, “what were you all doing? Why is this still here? Don’t you know that it was supposed to be thrown away?” he yelled at the maid who visibly flinched in horror.

“Xavier, stop! it was not her fault.” Tiara intervened, holding his elbow to stop him from lashing out on this maid who had done nothing wrong.

“whose false it is then, Tiara? Tell me? Tell me, are they not listening to you? Are they taking advantage of your soft nature?”

“no, it is not like that. All of them listen to me.” Tiara answered truthfully, she did not want any innocent person to be on the receiving side of his anger, “you don’t have to worry.”

“Tiara,” he called her name, emphasizing each letter more than necessary and looked into her eyes straight, “why are you doing all the work these servants were supposed to do?” he was desperate to know although in a back of his mind he was assuming that it might be his father but then again he would not mistreat his son’s wife in such a petty way and Xavier was sure of it.

“I am doing it because it’s my responsibility to look after your every need, I am your wife and thus it’s my duty to take care of you and the things related to you.” Xavier for the first time after his marriage did not like to listen to her, he did not like that she used the word wife as a relation that comes with responsibilities.

He felt a pang of ache in his heart and her emotionless eyes and monotonous voice made him anxious and nervous, “I did not marry you because I needed someone to look after me or take care of me,” his mansion was filled with numbers of servants that could look after his need, had man working under him in both legal and illegal ways to ensure he always gets what he wanted and had several w***e house and clubs under his name where he could get sexually satisfied hence, he did not need Tiara to look after or care of him, “I married you because I love you and you are not obliged to do anything just because you are my wife. I have all these people to take care of these petty things. I just want you to feel free and do something you would like to do.” Xavier was not a man who belonged to a typical family who still lived their life in an old fashioned way. Although he belonged to a family of mafia where men ruled, he was brought up by an independently fierce woman who had never followed anyone and that was his mother; a woman even his father hated to get her mad.

Tiara had this strong urge to roll her eyes at him, wanted to mock him for his hypocrisy but held herself back by restraining herself and looking away. All her life she was forced to seek his consent to do anything, she had to inform him about her whereabouts. She had to tell him which subjects she was going to take and had to beg him to let her go abroad to study and he had the audacity to tell her to feel free when he had made sure to entrap her within the cage of his love and power.

“I was never free, Xavier.” Tiara whispered to herself and smiled sadly as she remembered what were the outcomes when she tried to gain her freedom from him, “your existence in my life had made sure that I was not allowed to feel that emotion.” She lost everything when she tried to chase her freedom, she lost the potential love of her life and her husband in a war of freedom she raised against him. she no longer had that desire to be free, she had no one to go to after escaping this confinement and the only thing that was left for her was revenge, to give the person who had made her miserable such a pain that would end him slowly yet painfully.