CHAPTER 5

I made sure to only leave my room to eat when I knew he already had his meal and that he was done eating. 

He usually retired to his study after every meal and I knew those periods were my safe time. It was those few hours I had to do as I pleased without judgment or complaints from anyone. 

Today was Monday though and it was time to go back to work. I was nervous about going to work today, probably because I knew the whole office would have heard about my wedding to Blake Robinson. 

It was bad enough that some people already thought I didn't deserve the position in our office. They claimed I should allow someone who really needed the job to have it, instead of me who already had everything. 

Only if they knew the truth.

I shook off those comments immediately and focused on getting dressed. I was a computer technician at a small firm that recently hit the market. 

When I was finished dressing, I knew the possibility of running into Blake this morning was high, so I composed myself and went downstairs. 

I had to come downstairs earlier than my normal time today because I didn't want to be late for work and just like I had predicted, I met Blake at the dining table. 

He didn't look at me before asking, "Where are you going?" 

"Good morning Blake, I'm going to work today." I told him.

He suddenly slammed his hands on the table, making me jump back in fright and he pushed back the chair he was sitting in and stood up.

"You're not going anywhere." He said as he looked down on me. 

"I have to go to work please, I might lose my job if I don't show up, especially since I didn't give any prior notice." I begged him.

"Do you have any idea who you are now?" 

"I am Helen Davies." I answered without thinking. 

"You're really dumb, aren't you?" He sneered harshly at me, "You're Robinson now and believe me, I wish you weren't, but you have a reputation to uphold and whatever you do right now affects me and the entire company." 

"I know, but I wasn't supposed to be the one to marry you, I'm just here till Isabella comes back." I mumbled, looking down at my shoes. 

He scoffed in disbelief, like he couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, "You really don't get it do you?"

He asked and giving me no room to answer, he gripped my wrist firmly harshly and started pulling me in the direction of what looked like his study. 

"Please, let me go. I'm sorry, I won't go to work, please just let me go." I sobbed out, begging him. 

I was scared because he had this expressionless look on his face and he seemed to be lost in a trance in that moment and when people were like this, they were very dangerous. 

He opened the door to his study when we got there and he flung me inside with an extra force. I fell to the ground and slid on the floor, I stopped when my back hit the large oak table in the room. 

I screamed out in pain, and when I started coughing, I noticed I was coughing out blood. Blake didn't even bat an eyelash in my direction. 

He just turned around and closed the door behind him, I didn't know what he was about to do, till I heard a click in the door.

He locked it. 

I pulled myself together and although, I couldn't get up, I tried to crawl to the door. 

"I'm sorry Blake, I won't say anything about going to work again, please, open the door. Don't lock me in here, I'm sorry." I cried out and weakly pounded the door. 

"Nobody should open this door till I'm back." He shouted and I knew he was talking to the staff that were obviously hearing our exchange. 

"Blake please." I begged quietly again and I heard as his footsteps walked away till I couldn't hear it again. 

He left. 

And I released my tears.

What had I done to deserve this cruelty? First from my own family all my life, and now from my husband? Although I was married to him out of condition but this was no way to treat a human being, and that human was still his wife. 

"Mrs Riley!! Victoria!! Please come and open the door please." I called out to the housekeepers but I knew it was futile, they would never disobey Blake. 

I gave up trying after hours of knocking, it was of no use. No one was going to let me out. I heard as my phone was ringing in the dinning room where I had dropped my bag but there was nothing I could do.

I sat, crouched beside the door, in that position till it was evening. I even fell asleep there. I woke up when I heard voices engaging in a conversation. 

"Has she been there since?" I heard Blake's voice and I sat upright immediately, crawling away from the door. 

"Yes Mr Robinson." Victoria answered him.

"Good. Serve my dinner before I come back downstairs." He instructed her. 

"Should I let her out then?" Victoria asked him again. 

"Did I say you could let her out?" He snarled at her and I could hear Victoria whimpering. 

"No sir. I'm sorry, I'll mind my business from now on." 

Blake didn't say anything again and I heard his footsteps as he went up the stairs. 

He came downstairs again and I heard a chair scrap the floor as it was pulled back, he was in the dining area. My guess was confirmed when I heard cutleries making contact with a plate. 

My stomach growled out, I hadn't had anything to eat since last night. Dinner went on for a while longer and he pushed his chair back when he was done and I heard his footsteps coming in the direction of the study. 

The lock clicked open and the door was slowly pushed open. I didn't look up even as I heard him come in. 

"Have you learnt your lesson yet?" He asked in a cold voice and that was when I looked up. 

And when I did, I became more scared for myself. He still had that same look on his face. 

"Yes I have." I mumbled quietly. I just wanted to leave this room.

"Prove it." He said and crouched down to my level.