Tangled Hearts, Bound by Fate

Chapter 10

It was hard to believe that Daniel Blackwood was standing by my door and asking that I come live in his house.A part of my heart was quite excited because finding a job was hard. Afterresigning from his company, I tried out landing a job at othercompanies, but none of them seemed to be working out. This was a major cause of concern for me. It hit me so bad that at a point, I thought of dropping my ego to resume working at the Blackwood company.However, he made his way to me, and that got me quite elated. Irrespective of that, I wasn’t willing to give him a positive response right there on the spot.“We are talking about my child here! Do you know what I can do if you refuse?” He asked, and my heart skipped a thousand beats.“Are you threatening me now?” I asked, trying so hard to figure out the part of his heart that flew out from.“And what if I am?” He fired back at me, looking into my eyes and causing me to flinch in fear.His audacity was irritating! I hated it more because most times, I found myself doing his bidding despite how hard I tried to avoid doing it.“Go inside, get your things, and let’s go. We don’t have to argue about thisbecause this is about my child you are carrying”, he declared, and Iclenched my fist.He kept making reference to the fact that the child was his, as though itwasn’t mine as well.I let out a deep hiss after which I walked into my room and started tossingmy clothes into my bag. There didn’t seem to be any other option here.Apart from the fact that I needed money to take care of myself, he wasalready bringing in threats and the last thing I wanted was fighting a war Iknew I would lose.For the sake of the child I was carrying, I decided to go live with him.“Let’s go”, I mumbled under my breath after some hours of arranging things in my room. It was quite strange to see that he was waiting for me all through the moment I spent in my room, but I wasn't concerned about that. Ihated his guts and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.The drive to his house was quiet, with only the music from the music playerbringing life to the atmosphere.After a few hours of driving, we arrived at the most beautiful mansion I’veseen in a long time.The opulent mansion, with its manicured garden and imposing entrywaywas the perfect description of an exquisite home.My legs suddenly became wobbly just as I sauntered behind him, trying sohard to avoid revealing how blown away I was by the structure that befallmy eyes.We walked into the living area and my jaws dropped in surprise. It had an amassive sitting room, a grand dining room and exquisite decorations, and wall arts.“Stop lagging. I don’t have all time to waste showing you your room”, hiscold voice interrupted my current state of admiration and immediately, Ireturned my attention to him.We went down the hallway until we stopped in front of a door.“This is your room”, he dropped and started walking away, not sparing meanother glance. I rolled my eyes in disdain and walked into the room,smiling in satisfaction when I saw what it looked like.No doubt, it was a perfect example of comfort. There was a king-sized bedin a corner, a massive mirror in another corner and a television that wascurrently displaying a movie.I sank into the bed and finally laid on it, almost falling asleep immediatelybecause of how soft and sweet it was on my body.Again, I tried to think of what my life at Daniel’s mansion would look likeand unknowingly, my heart skipped a beat. I could feel a wave ofuncertainties clouding my heart, and this increased how anxious I felt.I didn’t come out all through the day. The chef kept coming in at the intervalsto drop my meal on the table, and I was just fine with that.This was my new life now. It was going to be as quiet as I wanted it to be.The last person I wanted to set my eyes on was Daniel. Somehow, it was working out so well. A week passed by quickly, and I didn’t catch sight of Daniel, and neither did hemake plans to come check on me. I was okay with that fact, even if I feltsad deep down.I wished that he would come into the room to check on me and ask if I was doing okay. But then, nothing of such happened.***My eyes darted to the clock that hung opposite the bed and for another time,I tried to think of why the chef was yet to show up with my breakfast.It was 12:pm already and my stomach was beginning to grumble in hunger.I waited for ten more minutes and that was when I drew the line. I knew that something was wrong, and I was bent to go find out what it was.At this, I jerked to my feet and strolled out of the room and towards the kitchen. I heard the humming sound of the chef who seemed to be busy with the dishes.“Hi Claire! You’re yet to serve me breakfast today. Is everything okay? Do you need some help ?” I asked, wondering if the workload was so much on her that she forgot about me.She turned to look at me and quickly gasped in fear. I squinted my eyes,trying to think of what the problem was.“Is everything okay?” I asked, and she took in a deep breath.“I’m sorry. But then, the boss asked that I stop bringing your meals to you”,she dropped, and for a minute, I thought that I’ve just heard wrongly.