The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Scar.

I was in and out of consciousness several times, I felt my whole body burning, but a moment later I was cold.

Probably this was a dream, but I found myself in the master bedroom with sunlight streaming in through the open window. I was no longer in that basement, surrounded by darkness, sleeping on a cold floor and no food.

"Madame, you’re awake? How are you feeling?" The maid asked.

I nodded weakly and sat up despite the pain. My body felt heavy and my throat burned and felt sore. I needed something to drink. I remembered having a fever after being exposed to the cold for so long. I was freezing to death before everything went dark.

"Water..." my voice cracked. I could barely speak.

The maid grabbed the bottle of water from the nightstand and handed it to me.

"Here... madame, drink this."

I took a sip of the water, it moistened my parched throat like a cool balm, causing me to pour the whole liquid down my throat as though I was afraid someone would take it away from me.

"Do you need more?" She asked, looking at me like I would collapse anytime soon.

I shook my head.

"I’m okay."

"You haven’t eaten anything for a long time. You must be hungry." As soon as she said that, my stomach growled causing her to smile. "I will get you some food. I will be right back." With that, she went out, leaving me alone.

I lay back on the bed. My eyelids felt heavy, but I tried to keep my eyes open and not fall asleep.

After sometime, the door opened again, I turned my head, expecting to see the maid, only to find Alexander striding inside the room.

My chest tightened in rage upon seeing his face. What did he want?

"You’re awake," he began nonchalantly, looming over me. I glared at him faintly and turned to the other side of the bed. Even his voice now irritated me.

"You should go eat and get dressed, we are meeting your father."

A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of my father. What? He was going to take me to him?

"I’m not going anywhere... I am not okay yet." The last thing I wanted right now was for my family to know that I was alive, not now, not soon.

"It doesn’t matter if you’re well or not," he said. "I have already scheduled a meeting with your father, we shouldn’t keep him waiting."

His words felt like a punch in my gut. I didn’t know where I got the sudden energy from, but I scrambled out of bed. The room spun, yet I steaded myself and faced him, my eyes blazing with anger.

"If you wanted me to go with you, then you shouldn’t have locked me in the basement. I’m not going. I won’t."

That must have angered him. He crossed the distance between us and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him.

"You will," he said with a lethal voice, "if you don’t want to return to the basement."

It took a moment for his words to sink in, and when it did, a dry, bitter laugh escaped my throat.

"Is that all you got? Take me to the basement? Come on, try more. You’re a man, you should do what men do," I said, mock sweetness lining my tone.

His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "Do what men do?" He repeated, his voice low, and before I knew it, he pushed me down on the bed, pinning me down with his body. "I should show you exactly what men do to people like you." He said through gritted teeth.

Fear shimmered through me. I put my two hands in his chest to push him away. But he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down on the bed above my head, before reaching for my dress.

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