Never Let Go — Trapped✔

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Chapter 6 [Feast by beast]

“This is my study, Mr. Bradford. My house! My chairs! And I don’t take orders from others.” I snarled, burning hopes through his handsome face, “Show yourself out before I do the honors for you.”

He remained silent and rigid as a cold bark in summers. He slowly pushed the chair back, making me narrow my eyes. He stood up, keeping his hands at the table before bending forward slightly.

“Let’s talk business, Miss King. I’m sure after reading this file, you would want to sit down and oblige to my demands.” He muttered, throwing a file across the table.

“Don’t play games with me, Theodore Bradford. I’m not going to be a pawn in your game.” I warned, silently picking up the file.

“I don’t like over confident persons much, Caitlyn King.” He retorted back, making me swallow hard to curb down the bubbling anger inside me.

I could not fucking understand myself. Was I afraid? Or angry? Or irritated?

Well maybe all the three options.

“You likes and dislikes are none of importance to my concern, Mr. Bradford.” I tilted my eyes, fixing my gaze at him.

He stared blankly at me, waiting for me to open the folder. I looked down at my hands and at the folder. Mahogany red folder. I caressed the white colored printed panther on the top of it.

He was indeed The Theodore Bradford and there was no denying the truth.

I blinked twice and hard. I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was wrong here.

I pulled the zip open and tilted the cover. My heart stilled as I looked at the documents inside the folder. I looked up at him with my widened eyes and again looked down, hastily going through all the pages.

’Grant deed

The undersigned grantor declares that:

As a gift and donation, Patrick King, a married man as his sole and separate property as to an undivided interest....′

I turned the pages and looked at him with clenched jaw and solemn, dark eyes.

“What rubbish is this!” I bellowed, slamming back the folder on the table with a thud.

Silence.

I took a long, deep and shaky breathe before closing my orbs and opening them again to only look sharply into his light grey eyes.

“My father can never sign these papers. He earned and built that house with his incomes. He built whole empire on his own and this house,” I pointed at the folder with my forefinger, “It was his first house. Me and my brother were born in that house. Fuck, he can never willingly give that house to anybody.”

My voice raised bit by bit but he never spoke anything; just listened to me; stared at me blankly; and sat back on my chair.

I fisted my hands, once slamming my fist on the table.

“Now, sit down. I don’t have much time. You have three days and after that, we will marry.” He relaxed back his head on my chair, directly looking me in the eyes.

“What do you think of yourself? Huh? Obama? Or the God himself?” I seethed, glaring at him with total distaste. Nothing could measure the amount of hatred I felt towards him.

“Not your concern, fiancé. All you need to know is you have to marry me after three days. So, start preparing.” He stated cockily, pocketing his hands.

“Why do you think I would marry a psycho like you? A person who has fetish to marry people walking on road? Huh? Did you really think that you w—” I was cut off by him, rudely and ruthlessly.

Manerless ass,

“No one needs your permission to marry you, not especially me.” He snorted, rolling his eyes.

I fumed as my heart started to burn with his too much ego.

“Get out!” I raised my voice, my eyebrows tilted upwards.

“Sit down!” He spat, looked like his patience was running thin.”

He stared at me with a hardened expression while his eyes turned a shade of red. It was as if he could see through my soul and inner struggles.

The over egoistic person didn’t really know with whom he was inviting trouble.

I put my ego aside and sat down on the guest chair. I swallowed down the saliva to help my parched throat. He put his hands on the table and jointed the tip of his fingers.

“Now, let’s discuss about our upcoming marriage.” He exhaled, his grey orbs were blank, daring me to do something and face the problem. His eye colour was different, a rare one to see.

He kept sitting there motionless with a blank face and all I wanted to do at that moment was rip him apart in pieces. I closed my eyes to take control of my increasing anger and tried to breathe calmly through my flaring nose.

“I. Won’t. Marry. You.” I hissed loudly, pressing over each word.

“You will.”

“No, I won’t. I know, these papers are fake. There is no way that my father could have signed this bullshit!”

His lips quirked up into a smirk as he raised his eyebrow in humor at me.

“Indeed? Your father have signed it with his own good hands.”

“You don’t fucking tell me! I know that he would never do that.” I sneered, glaring at his face with hatred. I wish I could skin him alive right now with his own nails.

I gulped as his eyes turned into slits while he fisted his hands and put them back inside his pockets.

“You better not raise your voice at me again. I won’t be too easy next time.” He hissed in dangerously low and threatening volume.

“How about you got these signatures by false means?” I lazily and very calmly rose my eyebrow, dead vibes oozing off from me.

“I won’t comment. Now, our marriage.” He stood up from his place.

“You would be delusional if you think that I would marry you for this!” I scoffed, “I would tell my dad and he would surely find a way out!”

“Do you think I only have this to use against you, my future wife?” His words fueled the fire within me and rage rose up to it breach level.

I pushed the chair backwards and stood up.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Your brother. Elder brother,” He paused and my eyes squinted in suspicion.

“What do you have to do with my brother?” I bit out, gritting my teeth.

“Oh, trust me, I don’t but if you don’t agree with my conditions, New York police will soon have to.” He smirked, stralling around the desk and coming near me.

I visibly stiffened as his words reached my ears smoothly. I furrowed my eyebrow, looking at him.

Cait, whole thing is fishy here!

“Speak clearly.” I griped, clenching my hands at the sides.

“La belle boîte, does it ring a bell?” He rubbed his hand across his squared jaw, looking sinfully hot.

It was not my fault that my mind kept me reminding of his beauty.

“The eastern club in which my brother goes.” I mumbled, expecting for more.

“The club is involved in illegal activities and I have solid proof,” My eyes widened as I heard him, wheels rotatig in my mind, “But don’t tense. You brother is not involved in them.”

“But?” I hissed, knowing that there was more to his story.

“He is a premium member there and if I leak the proofs of the club out there, there is no saving him. He will rot in prison his whole life.”

My calm and strong facade broke down. I jumped at him and clutched, fisted his collar in my hands.

“Why are you doing this with me? What do you want from me?” I chuntered, not letting my glossy eyes become more glossy.

“I just want you to marry me,”

“I’m already engaged to someone. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to marry an half married woman?” I snorted, glancing at the floor.

“I have no problem with that being the case. Start preparing yourself for your marriage with me.” He stated calmly like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“Go and fuck yourself out but don’t play with me. You want money? I will throw it in your face gladly but go around pulling shit wit—” He cut me off as he stepped impossibly closer to me.

I gasped as he put his hand around my arm, pulling me to himself.His chest pummeled into mine, his burning gaze piercing through my head. I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth.

“You don’t get to misbehave with me!” I snarled, shaking his arm off me.

“I will expect you in my office tomorrow.” He spoke in his silky but deadly low voice, sending shivers to my spine and the burning anger increased within me. He shook my arm off from his collar.

“What if your expectations go down the drain?” I raised my eyebrow, pulling up a fake smile as I blinked at him sweetly and deadly.

“Then, I’m sure you won’t be liking me kidnapping you.” He threatened coolly, shrugging his shoulder in a dismissal.

I gasped, looking at him in the disbelief and my fake smile faltered instantly.

Look at the guts of this man! He is threatening to blackmail me! On my face!

“I won’t marry you!” I screamed, tightly clenching my teeth.

“See your brother rotting in prison for the rest of his life. For the crime that he never committed.” He tilted his neck and looked me into eyes.

I fell silent and my gaze drew to floor.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked.

The world knew about him very well and I was no exception to it. He always gets what he wants. He is the like snake hiding behind the bushes to attack a tiger. He never targets insects.

I shuddered behind him as he prawled towards the door.

“Sane people don’t go around marrying strangers, Mr. Bradford. I’m sure you know that I have my own family too. This is not the right thing to do,” I sighed heavily, “You don’t get the right to blackmail people to marry you! Do you even know what you look like to me? An essentric!”

As much as I wanted to shut my mouth in fear in front of him, I could not make myself to do that. I was in no position to fight this man but I could not help my flaring temper.

“We would be perfect couple then,” His amused voice reached my ears, explaining how much he enjoyed watching me like this.

“And one more thing,” He halted in his steps, his hand on the knob of door.

“I don’t want you to meet your ex-fiancè. It will tarnish my reputation.” And here left after giving me the last warning.

I wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes, nose and teeth out of their sockets.

He was a beast with thorny teeth.

I slumped back into the chair and looked at the ring in my finger. How would I explain this to everyone? How would I explain this to dad? He promised me that he would always keep me safe but this time,

His princess has already been hurt.

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