Chapter 8 Beautiful prison
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Aria's POV
My heart was beating so fast and Liam's words kept ringing inside my head.
"You will not be stepping out of this house for three days.”
"You are not allowed to keep contact with any other man, especially your ex,Ethan."
"Do not test me."
I closed my eyes hoping to stop tears from falling but the pain was too much, it wasn’t a physical pain but I would have preferred a physical pain to what I've been going through since my mother died.
I covered my mouth with my hand so that I wouldn't make a sound and show my vulnerable side to Liam. Despite all these, tears still fell down my shirt. I couldn't understand why my life would not be easy like a normal human being. Everyday I stayed with Liam Ashford, felt like I was locked up in a prison. I was a freeman but I had no freedom.
I slowly slid down the door and sat on the cold floor. I wrapped my hands round my knees with my head in-between and sobbed quietly.
I remembered the look on Ethan’s face, I saw the regret of losing me to Liam and for the fact that he could do nothing to rescue me. I was worried when he held me tightly. But Liam looked so cold and intimidating.
Tears continued to flow down. "I'm so sorry," I whispered to my room as though it had ears.
I looked around my big, beautiful room. No room in Carter mansion can compare to it, not even my dad's. But it felt cold and empty,no love, no peace, only silence.
I began to cry again. I had always thought that marriage was supposed to be between two people who love themselves and marriage makes you feel loved and safe. But my own marriage was anything but lovely and safe. I only felt lonely and sad.
My stomach growled, reminding me of how hungry I was , but I ignored it.
"Madam?" It was Darlene’ voice, she was the only one that has been showing motherly love towards me since I arrived at Liam's villa.
I dried my tears quickly with the back of my palm and stood up slowly to open the door. "Yes?" I tried to hide my cracked voice but I still ended up sounding dry and weak.
"Dinner has been served," she said kindly. " Young Master has asked that you come down and eat."
I looked at her, I didn't respond for a few seconds. "I'm not hungry."
I didn't want to eat, or maybe I was deceiving myself, I was not sure. But the only thing I was sure about was, I was hurting inside.
The hallway was silent but then she spoke again. " but Madam... you have not eaten anything all day."
I pressed my lips together. She was right. With everything that happened, I had completely forgotten about food.
"Please eat a little," she said softly. "It is not good for your body."
My eyes filled with tears again. My body? Did anyone in this house truly care about me? If they did, why did no one care that I was slowly breaking apart inside?
"I said I am not hungry," I said, and my voice broke.
Darlene was quiet. Then she said, "Okay, Madam. Please call me if you need anything."
I heard her footsteps walk away. I went to the bed and sat down. The room became very quiet again. I switched on the television to watch entertainment gist in order to distract my attention.
I clenched my hand tightly. "I hate you Liam." I almost shouted it out loud. But did saying those words make me feel better? No, they only made my heart feel heavier.
Darlene went downstairs and went directly to the kitchen to avoid Liam asking her about Aria. “Where is she?” "Si…Sir...she said" Darlene stammered, lowering her head.
Liam did not look up. "What?" "Madam says she is not hungry."
This Liam stopped eating and looked up. His face showed no emotion. "Hmm." That was all he said and he went back to eating.
Darlene stood there, feeling uneasy because of Liam’s mood. She took a small breath. "Sir... should I take food up to her room? She didn't eat before leaving the house in the morning."
Liam's hand stopped moving. Darlene held her breath. Slowly, Liam put down his fork. Leaving a sharp sound in the quiet room.
"No," Liam replied sharply.
"Sir?"
“If she says she's not hungry then let her be? You don't force someone to eat, especially a full grown adult.” Darlene quickly looked down. "Yes, Sir." "If she will not come downstairs to eat," Liam added, "then she can stay hungry."
Darlene swallowed. "I understand, Sir." Liam continued eating.
Why should I go downstairs after what he said to me? I murmured to myself. I could still picture his blue eyes when he looked at Ethan, cold, dangerous, and full of control. It frightened me. And somehow, it also confused me.
I wiped my eyes, feeling angry. No, I would not think about him. The room was dark except for the small bedside lamp that reflected a dim light in the room. I stared at the wall as the events of the day repeated in my mind.
Ethan's hug. Liam's threat. The anger from both of them.
A tear trickled down on one side of my face. I began missing my mother so much again. I wished death would have taken my dad instead of her. I would not even be caged in this prison called marriage.
"Mom..." I whispered. My throat felt tight. The room gave no answer. The only thing felt in the room was silence , the kind that makes a lonely person feel even more lonely. The sound from my stomach made me remember that I was hungry . The hunger was so difficult for me to endure, but the sadness felt within me was much worse.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep no matter how much I tried. and Liam was also in his room, unable to sleep too. He was mad at himself for being so concerned about me.
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