Chapter 71
Amelia's POV
Today was a really bad day for me. I woke up feeling a lot of headache and the fact that I allowed Alessandro had sex with me yesterday was so annoying.
I felt so stupid for giving in even after I had promised myself never to spread my legs for him anymore or at least, do it with protection.
I wanted no baby at the moment. Vesper's pregnancy Saga was enough warning.
I couldn't even look after my own self. How on earth would I handle a baby?
I decided to take a walk and got up from the bed, Alessandro's bed.
My waist still ached so badly and my thighs too. Yesterday was really a tough night.
It was as if I had offended him before then and instead of giving me physical punishment. He decided to grant me a sexual punishment.
The whip or his dick. Which was better?
Okay.
Let's just move on from that stupid question and get some breeze.
I sighed ehrnk tried to open the door and realised it had been locked.
Fuck.
Alessandro had been away for hours without giving me attention and now I wasn't even allowed to go out?
A smile crept up my lips when I caught sight of the keys on the bedside nightstand.
I quickly grabbed them and squeaked out of the room.
The soothing scent of the rose flowers kept calling me. The warmth the gentle breeze brought— everything seemed to calm my nerves.
I walked towards the garden, it was such a beautiful view to behold.
I didn't just sit and watch this time around. I checked out the newly germinated flowers.
They were all fresh beautiful.
Hmm...this particular one smelt like Alessandro's hair shampoo.
Minty and giving.
Speaking about that handsome devil. Where could he have gone to?
Why was I angry that he had no time for me today?
It was all my fault. I scared him away last night, scolding him for being creepy and too clingy.
Was I too harsh on him?? That was the reason why he has failed to show up to my face for hours now?
I guessed that was why he punished me so much in bed last night.
I had been such a blabbermouth and kept rumbling like a radio about shirtless distractions. The shirtless moment actually led to a merciless sex.
Why did I like this place so much? The garden was my favourite place in the mansion and it seemed to wave off all distractions and lift worries off my shoulder.
Then a thought crept in..
Was I going to continue living my life as if my heritage mattered nothing to me?
Where I came from? My parents?
I really wanted to see Mrs Manhattan and have a talk with her but I knew Alessandro would never allow me step a foot out of this mansion.
The guards were definitely going to break every piece of my frail bones if I tried to sneak out and that trouble, I wasn't willing to face.
I had too many problems already.
I continued admiring the flowers, lost in thoughts as I figured a way to convince Alessandro into letting me out.
That was a stupid thing to do though. He was never going to agree.
He seemed to be keeping something which he didn't want me to know.
Something vital. I was so sure.
Enough of admiration. I sighed, turning around to go back inside when a lady appeared before me.
I jumped as she showed up unexpectedly, clutching my chest as my heartbeat accelerated.
"You scared me." I frowned, exhaling.
She flashed me and apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to creep you out."
"Who are you?" I asked since she looked so unfamiliar and I have never seen her anywhere around the house.
"You don't have to know my name now." She replied, giving me a tight-lipped smile.
"There's someone really important that you have to meet."
I shrugged, letting out a scoff. "What do you mean?" I eyed her suspiciously.
She looked around cautiously before speaking again. "You just have to follow my orders if you want this to go smoothly."
I moved backwards, folding my arms. Why did she keep saying strange things? "Who are you?" I asked again and she heaved a deep sigh before replying,
"I'm Fountain. Can we move somewhere more safe to speak?" She looked around again and I did too.
Fortunately, the guards didn't have their eyes on us but I wondered why she was checking around.
"Is there something wrong, Fountain? I'm just meeting you for the first time, I just can't follow you anywhere."
"Mrs Manhattan."
My eyes strained at the mention of the name.
How did she know about Mrs Manhattan?
"What about Mrs Manhattan?" I asked, eyeing her with scrutiny.
"Let's move away from here." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to a corridor where few people passed by.
Fountain gazed around and when she was sure the coast was clear, she began talking.
"Mrs Manhattan sent me to you. She really wants to meet and speak with you but she's worried that it'd stepping out of here."
Fountain's eyes flickered with an hint of sincerity and hope. Maybe she could help me out of here but….she really didn't look like one who could do that.
She looked small.
"I can see it in your eyes, Amelia. You don't trust me." She looked hurt and I wondered if she had read through my mind or just assumed I might be thinking about that.
Well, it was the plain truth. I didn't trust her.
"You just have to trust me on this. Don't you think you need to know more about how you ended up as an orphan?"
I held Fountain's hands, looking into her hazel eyes. "Do you know anything? Please tell me."
Right now, I was willing to dwell on circumstances. Even if I had to the risks, I just would do it.
Fountain shook her head. "Unfortunately, only Mrs Manhattan knows about the story. But I'd just have to leave since you're not willing to embrace my help."
"No." I grabbed her arm before she could walk away. "I...I will do anything you say, Fountain. I really am dying to meet Ms. Manhattan but it seems impossible."
"That's not true, Amelia. It is possible but as I have said, you should be willing to obey and do anything I say. Understood?"
"First, I'd get you out of this place we'll move on to the next stage. Follow me." She said and sat first I was reluctant.
What if Fountain was someone bad? What if this niceness was just a façade?