One condition

“No what? I don't understand…” When Amira realized what he meant, her smile faded.

Italy? Despite the fact that she had a desire to travel outside of the country, she had not been able to do so because she was married to a man who had taken her against her will.

If she were to go there, it would be dangerous for her to escape because she did not know anyone and she had nowhere to go.

“I…. can't. Do we have to travel anywhere? Can't we do it here?" 

Andrea remained silent as he continued to fix his gaze intently on hers. In light of the fact that he had already decided what he felt about her and that nothing could change his mind, he exited the room.

With her head buried in her thoughts, Amira walked back and forth. She had to run, she had to get away. 

On the other hand, it was only a honeymoon, right? What would happen if he took her there and never brought her back? She would never be able to realize her dreams again.

“Ouch!” She mumbled to herself, trying to figure out what to do next. She spotted the painkillers next to a bottle of water on her vanity desk. 

She gulped it down, chased it with water, but her panic was just getting worse and worse.

"I have to run; what if he locks me in there and never lets me out?" She mumbled, biting her lips as she got lost in her thoughts.

She glanced out the window and saw Andrea getting into a car as his men shut the gate behind him.

“Good.” She mumbled, not really interested in what he was up to.

She stepped out of her room and made her way to Andrea's, which was surprisingly open. 

“Wow.” She said silently. She did not even glance around to see if anyone was watching; she just headed straight to his closet.

"I never knew it could be this fucking huge." Amira let out a little gasp as she took in all the different outfit designs and accessories around her.

She opened his drawer and was surprised to find a bunch of wallets in all sorts of shapes and designs. 

“Is he looking to sell this?” She thought about it, picking up one of his wallets. She carefully opened it and spotted a black credit card inside. 

She did not hesitate for a second; she just grabbed it and slipped it into her pocket before heading out of the closet. She walked out of his room, feeling a bit proud of herself.

“Amira, you little thief!” She kind of mumbled. She was not the type to steal, but this time, she did not feel bad about it and was not afraid.

She was super confident about escaping at any cost. She was curious whether the credit card she grabbed was loaded with cash or if it was just a dud.

She hurried down the wide, empty hallway, her determination growing stronger with each step. She had a bright smile as she took in the shining rays of freedom.

She really did not consider what might happen or what the result would be if she got caught. She did not mind being watched at all; all she really wanted was to get away.

Her feelings for Andrea turned into deep resentment, especially after that night when he had trapped her and forced himself on her. She got more bitter and angry, which only fueled her determination.

As she approached the giant door at the entrance, she suddenly felt a firm grip on her arm, pulling her back.

Amira felt the urge to scream, but someone quickly covered her mouth. Her eyes grew wide with fear, worried that Andrea might be lurking somewhere, watching her every move as his car clearly drove away from his mansion.

“Shhh…” she fell quiet, hearing that familiar voice. She looked at him and gently pulled his hand away from her mouth.

“You again? What the heck do you want from me?” Amira asked, clearly upset. Had she been watching her? Why was he always around whenever she wanted to escape?

“Where do you think you're going?” Reagan asked, a playful smirk dancing on his face.

“It's none of your business. Besides why are you even here?” Amira inquired while placing her hands on her waist in anticipation of a response.

"Clearly, it is my business. To keep an eye on everything in this mansion, including you. Since the day you tried this, I know you will not stop until you succeed." Reagan chuckled, which just made her even more annoyed.

"Will you please let go? I really want to go. Why not just give me a shot? I feel like I am totally stuck in this mansion. I don't want to be a prisoner.” She went on and on, but Reagan just kept holding her arm, gently guiding her toward her room.

“Let go!” She was really putting her all into it, hitting his arm as hard as she could.

"Let go, Reagan! Or your boss would find out how you are treating his beloved wife." She rolled her eyes and silently mouthed the last part.

“Well, at least he’d be proud that I stopped you from leaving.” Reagan said as they got closer to her room.

They just sat there, exchanging glances as Amira's expression grew more and more furious. 

"Look, mistress, I may be a worker, but it is for your own safety. As I previously stated, that place out there is dangerous. It probably did not seem as risky before you got married to him, but now it definitely feels a lot more dangerous for you." Reagan silently mouthed something, leaving Amira puzzled.

"How does my marriage to Andrea make things more dangerous for me? I never wanted to marry him. Please, Reagan, leave me alone." 

They both slipped into another silence, with Reagan's gaze fixed on her. Amira felt a bit uneasy with the way he was looking at her.

She felt there was this special vibe that Reagan gives off. He had this vibe or attitude of someone who is not really a servant, and he is good looking too.

"What the hell are you thinking? He is a worker, Amira; grow up." She quietly murmured to herself. 

“Hey, I get it—you’re not feeling the whole marriage thing with your husband right now. But don’t stress, the right moment will come, and I’ll be here to help you find your way out.” 

Amira lifted her eyebrows in surprise at him. What was he saying, and how does he plan to help her? So, what is his reason for wanting to help her? She just had to ask.

"Why would you want to help me? And what fucking best time are you looking for?" 

"Look, Reagan, I never wanted to marry at 18. I never wanted to be anyone's wife. But, ever since I was forced to marry him, I have been monitored, and this is not the life I wanted." She took a moment, inhaling deeply to catch her breath. 

She really wanted to share everything that was on her mind with this guy, no matter who he was.

She could feel her eyes getting warmer, and tears were just about ready to spill over.

"I am not sure why I am telling you all this. I am not supposed to trust you; all I ask is that you help me escape. I can't wait any longer, and I'll be heading to Italy with him today."

"Reagan, fucking help me." She shouted, clenching her hands into a fist. Reagan, who had been watching her talk, took a deep breath, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

"I will help you, but with one condition." Reagan mentioned. Amira felt a wave of happiness as soon as she heard that from him.

“Don't worry, I'll do anything you said. Please help me get out of the wealthy bondage." She pouted, and Reagan could not help but chuckle.