Havana's POV
It had barely been four hours since I had run away from that strange guy.
I began to notice very strange movements around the neighborhood. For instance, a particular black car kept circling the neighborhood, as if it was in search of something.
"Where are you going?" Qarinah walked in on me, trying to pack my things.
"I'm leaving here. I don't know where I am going, but it isn't safe for me any longer, and you as well. I don't want to drag you into this mess" I took a deep breath.
"I think Lucian has found out about my whereabouts. You see that black car" I made her turn, pointing at my room window.
She nodded her head as a yes.
"That has been circling the entire neighborhood for the past 2 hours. I am sure Lucian sent them here" I zipped my bag in a hurry.
"But how did he???...." She was about to ask when I brought my bag down and covered my face with a hoodie.
"I'll explain everything over the phone" I waved at her, walking out of the room.
I observed the car until it wasn't in front of the house any longer. I hurriedly jumped into the the first taxi I saw.
"Where are we off to ma'am?" The taxi driver asked.
"Just keep driving. Take me anywhere that is far from this place" I instructed him, he looked at me through the driver's mirror and then nodded his head.
"Okay," he quickly started the car, as my mind drifted to where I really couldn't tell.
I wasn't thinking about one thing in particular, at some point, I'll be thinking about Qarinah, and then I would instantly remember that Lucian is in search of me.
I only became aware of my surroundings, when I felt the car coming to a halt.
My eyes widened, and I tried to get out of the car, but it was already locked.
"Who are you?" I tried asking, hitting the driver with my fragile hands, but that was all in vain.
"Welcome Havana" Lucian stood by the car.
The damn driver had brought me to Lucian's house. How could I be so absent-minded, how?
"You might want to come out of the car We have a lot to discuss about" He smiled, holding his hand out for me.
I looked ar
ound, There was honestly nowhere for me to run to, I wasn't so foolish.
"You didn't do the right thing" I nodded my head sideways.
"We all make mistakes" he chuckled, as he escorted me inside the house.
My bag was carried into the house, as the door was shut.
Lucian held my wrist and dragged me to his room, which I would refer to as the "slaughterhouse". I can only imagine how many girls he had devoured in that place.
"Who told you that you can leave my house without my permission!" He raised an eyebrow at me, with his hands behind his back.
"I never knew I was being held captive" I tried to hide my fear, as I folded my hands and rolled my eyes away.
"I don't have the time to banter words with you. I have an offer for you" his voice suddenly became low, a sign he was being forced to say whatever it was he was about to say.
"I'm sure you do. I mean, what can't you do since you had me kidnapped" I was so scared, I could feel my hands and legs shaking.
He immediately got close to me, and pinned me to the wall.
"I did no such thing" he became stern, rude. Something he wasn't before.
"And what situation do we…." I was talking when my eyes met his, and I felt like I about to melt.
He looked so deadly, he must have seen the fear in my eyes as he released his grip on me, and turned around in the opposite direction.
"I am sure that you are aware, that I have a case of r*pe hovering over my head?" He asked me, still not turning to look at my face.
"So, what does that have to do with me?" I asked, getting my confidence back, because I wanted to look at him.
"A lot, it has everything to do with you" he turned around this time, and I swallowed hard.
"What do you want from me?" I asked him.
He paused for a while and looked at me just to see the kind of expression I had on my face.
Then he slowly dipped his hand in his pocket, brought out what seemed to be a ring, and got on one knee.
"Will you marry me?" He questioned, looking up at me while he was still on his knees.
I staggered backward in shock, and suddenly everything began to spin. What exactly was going on? I did not understand anything anymore.
"I know you are confused," he said, getting up and standing on his feet again.
"I want us to have a contract marriage. You will be married to me for two years and I will give you 200 million dollars for each year you spend with me as my wife. You will also deny every allegation against me.
You will tell the court that we were already engaged, find a story to tell then as to why you were bleeding out of my office" he raised an eyebrow, and handed me the ring, without taking it out of the case.
"So you just don't want to buy my silence? You also want to buy my freedom" I was angry, angry was an understatement. I was furious.
If I could, then I would use my nails to dig into his face and scratch on it like there was no tomorrow.
"I am not going to be your puppet," I declared to him.
"I am not asking you to be my puppet, neither am I buying your freedom" he paused
"And as for your silence? Maybe" he chuckled.
I really couldn't understand why he was laughing at this point. What amused him so much, he just put me through a traumatic event and he was expecting money to just wipe off such memories.
"I still refuse" I made it clear to him.