The Blackmail contract Bride - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

LENA POV:
I couldn't let him come back and find me still sitting in the same spot he had left me.
I quickly got up and began tidying the room, it took no time as the room was already spotless and I was only adding to its painful cleanliness.
Must have took a lot to make this room this neat, I couldn't imagine what the workers had gone through.
I made a mental not to get them good food and drinks when next they show up..
Wait what? Why am I planning what would happen like I was some wife. His wife? I would rather walk in a moving trailer because I would let that happen willingly.
But moving with his line of action, he doesn't seem like he would let me make a choice. But I would make sure I fight him so he wouldn't think I am already falling for him.
He might be treating me right from some seconds, that doesn't mean he's better than Domino who wanted to end my life more than anything. Repeatedly and still claiming that he had love me.
He must really think I'm that big of a fool to continue swallowing what he was handing to me, blindly.
I'm going to show him that I can do something useful, I would make a name for myself.
I would escape with my body. God forbid would I leave my baby to this monster.
Kneeling down and I clasped my hands in prayer. I don't believe in God, but if he would grant this desire of mine.
Then I would know he exists.
“Please help me escape from this hell of a sickening hole. I want to have a life of my own. Thank you," and with that I felt instantly relieved not knowing why.
Getting up was a struggle due to my baby bump getting in the way, I stayed in that position and looked down at it.
I couldn't bring myself down to hating it, I mean I can't. It's mine and the only reason why I haven't driven a knife in my stomach and end this.
The sole reason why I wouldn't do it again, I can't let her go through what I went through.
I would make sure to give her the best of life, one where she would have sheltered and live the best of life.
I picked myself up despite how satisfying that position felt.
And I walked into the kitchen looking for a snack to munch on something before he would come back, maybe lock and tie my up like I was his sold slave.
“I need a hot bath. I would eat quickly and go to one," I said to myself, smiling a bit as I had known I would love the feeling that would come with the hot bath.
Pure hot bliss. Waiting for me. That me for some cold cake, to soothe my cravings for now.
I opened the freezer and lo, there were a bowls of ice cream. He had them, and he didn't try to tell me that.
The warm feeling came back and I felt my cheeks turning red and wet, I was crying.
But I couldn't figure out why yet, I tried wiping my eyes but it wasn't stopping.
He hadn't tried to stop my request, and I picked the cake beside it. Making sure to finish it before he comes back, so he won't know I had seen the bowl of creams still peacefully waiting to be touched.
I had held back my hands from reaching for the ice cream. So I would be able to take in the one he would be bringing.
That's if he remembers, if he doesn't then I would come down by night to take one or make it.
I climbed the stairs back to the room I had found myself this morning, the sheets have been done with the bath running.
Deja Vu? No. I was sure that I haven't done this myself. I haven't arranged the bed even if I had forgotten, my body would have been telling me.
So who did? I'm not alone in this house, no theory could prove otherwise.
Turning around and my eyes caught a hem of someone's dress and a bucket.
My suspicions were confirmed and I couldn't rest until I would make sure that to know who was that.
Curiosity kills the cat, who cares. I wanted to die, the sole reason I haven't been buried was the living human in me.
My baby, and I would lay my life down to save her.
Wait? I have been using her so much, I wanted it be a girl so I would have a mini me.
I changed my mind and walked back into my room to avoid getting struck by a thief.
I locked the door, adding a chair behind it to fasten it and I looked at the door end with a child looking at me.
I was scared thinking I'm imagining things due to how my thouthts were moving this days.
“Hiii. You look beautiful," she said, giggling like a child and I didn't know when I smiled looking at her.
I tried going on my knees but it hurt so badly so I pulled her up from her crouched position to the sofa.
Her hands were safe like mine, and I tried remembering when I was like her age.
But I couldn't remember why. Nothing was bringing back the memories and I know something was so wrong.
But I shifted the thoughts awu as I looked back at the baby with a smile on her face.
“How did you get inside her? And who's your mama? Why were you hiding there? I asked. And she smiled looking up at me with her toothless gum.
" Through the door. She cleansed this room, my mama is the best cleaner. I was scared you would hit me like the other women.”
Who would hit an innocent child?