Forced Marriage To The Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 12

AUTHOR'S POV

“ LEAVE ME! ” His filthy tongue grazed her neck and jolts of revulsion shot her body.

She tried to get herself out of his hold using all her energy but to no avail. His dirty hands started roaming around her body making her scream louder. In despair and fear.

Sara jolted up from her slumber and shrieked loudly. Her heart was drumming in her ears. Her eye were wide in terror.

It was all a nightmare right?

Gulping down the lump forming in her throat, Sara looked around herself. She was in some unknown place but it did not look like prison.

It was a room furnished in all black and red. A set of black and red sofa set was placed at the one corner of the room while two doors were present on both sides of the room. A frown etched upon her forehead and she noticed the bed she was currently sitting on. Its sheets were black while the pillows and blankets were red.

She glanced at herself hastily, noticing that she was wearing a red dress instead of her black dress now. The raw marks on her neck were still fresh.

This really happened. Her head shot up, as realization dawned upon her.

She killed him. Tears pricked her eyes again, but she held them back. She needed to know where she was and then she needed to take responsibility for what she had done.

Just like someone read her mind, the door to the left corner opened and Sara glanced in that direction to find a woman in her 40's walking inside.

“ You are awake. ” She sighed out heavily, confusing Sara.

Sara's suspiscious eyes observed her keenly. She was on guard because she did not even know where she was and her mind was not working that well. All she felt was the painful numbness.

“ Do I look like I am sleeping? ” Sara shot back unable to keep the bitterness off her tone.

The woman did not look surprised at all like she expected from Sara to burst out on her like this.

“ Where am I? Who are you? What did you do to me? ” Pushing the blankets away from her body, Sara got up from the bed and stood on her feet.

Her head spinned for a moment, but she maintained her balance, not wanting to let the woman standing in front of her know that she was weak right now.

Weakness was what got people trapped and killed in their world.

“ You are in my Master's mansion. I am the head maid here. I just changed your torn clothes. ” The woman replied with simple answers.

Sara's head was spinning. Who was this master now?

“ Who is your master? ” Sara groaned out tiredly and marched towards the annoying woman who refused to let her know anything.

“ You will find out. Come with me. He is waiting for you. ” She asked robotically and Sara let out a shaky breath.

Was this some kind of blackmailing spree? What was her so-called master doing in the hotel room anyway?

She could remember it now. When she fainted, she saw some people. The one who stood in front was wearing a mask that covered his face.

Was he the master this woman talked about?

Sara glanced down at her feet that were bare before her eyes travelled to the slipper placed neatly beside the bed. She walked towards the bed and wore the slippers hurriedly.

Turning around, Sara noticed that the woman started walking already. She rushed to follow her to find out what it was all about now.

Her neck was burning. She had a strong urge to cover herself and then hide. It was like she felt disgusted by herself, but she could not let these emotions appear when she did not even know where she was.

As she walked behind the woman, Sara took in her surroundings. Everything screamed Power and Money. All the paintings, decoration pieces, chandeliers, furniture...Everything was highly expensive and Rare.

One thing she learned in life was that...Powerful people never helped even a dying man without any reason.

What did this man want from her? This question was making bile rise up in her mouth.

The woman led Sara to what seemed like a study room before she left, closing the door on her way out.

The study room was engulfed in darkness. Sara could not see anything, but she knew someone was there. She could feel another presence in the room except hers.

Why were the lights turned off? She pondered over the thought and squinted her eyes to see anything, but it was of no use.

“ You are thinking of going to the police right? ” The unfamiliar masculine voice echoed in the room, sending chills down Sara's spine.

She turned to her right where that voice came from and tried to see the man who was getting on her nerves now.

“ What am I doing here? Who are you? ” Sara counter-attacked him with questions of her own instead of answering him.

“ I am someone who knows about what you did and you are here because you fainted. ” He gave her a diplomatic answer, making a nerve tick in her jaw.