Chapter 2

Hannah's POV

"Stupid, stupid woman." I cursed myself in my head. Yeah right, Maxwell was gonna touch me after ignoring me for a month. Way to be delulu, Hannah. I silently loathed him for this. Ignoring me would have been better.

"Oh and instead of checking up on me and forcing me to eat, you should take care of yourself. You're starting to loose weight and your boobs are getting smaller," he said clenching and releasing his jaw over and over again.

Did he actually just say that to me? "Of course he did." What was I even thinking? "Was I really loosing weight?" I asked myself as I subconsciously touched my chest. Who would have thought that I'd loose weight from spending a month in this man's house. If this happened in a month, what's gonna happen if I live here for a whole year? He's definitely going to kill me.

I watched Maxwell get off the bed picking up his laptop from the bedside table, "Mother was right," he said with his back to me.

"You are a good toy, I'm going to make you my personal play thing," he chortled leaving the room.

How long would things continue like this?

It had been a little over thirty minutes, and I still laid there on the bed naked. I was thinking of what I'd do for the day. I immediately remembered Holly, our cook saying we were running short on groceries and decided to go get them.

I got up and got dressed, throwing on some jeans, a silk shirt and sneakers. Did my hair into a neat bun. I grabbed my coat since the temperature outside had dropped, and left the room.

I noticed Maxwell was in his study, looking at some files on his new project. Being an estate developer, he constantly had to come up with new ideas to keep his clients engaged. I watched him for a while and made my way out of the house. I told Holly, our cook that I wanted to get the groceries. She seems like the only person who acknowledges me in this house. She told me to be safe and return in time for lunch.

I walked slowly, dejected. Crowd of humans on the street, each one with a purpose. What was my purpose? I saw a couple, sitting on a bench just opposite the park. He was caressing her hands while she was telling him something. She looked excited and he looked deeply in love with her, staring at her like she were the most delicious piece of lasagna ever. I sighed. Oh how it would be to have a man stare at me like that. Why was my fate different?

I got into the grocery store and use the list Holly gave me to start picking out the food items. My mind wandered to the past. Everything happened so fast....

"Hannah, honey I promise you'll love him." I stared at my mom in disbelief. "Mom it doesn't work that way. You don't wake me up on a Thursday morning and tell me I'm getting married in a week. Where does it happen?!" My father had called me from my room that morning, something about important information. And now, I was staring at my mother and father like they were monsters.

"Well, whether you like it or not, you're getting married. We're tired of you as it is. Besides, he's a billionaire. You don't have to worry about money." My father said expressionless. "So this is what it's about?! Money?" Of course. My parents weren't too rich, but we were comfortable. I always knew my dad was ambitious but this? This was too far. "Money isn't everything, you know. What happens to what I feel? My happiness?" I was already tearing up at this point. "Can your happiness pay our bills and feed your siblings? You graduated from college four years ago and all you do is sit at home, eat, sleep and make me and your mother mad. What is even wrong with you?" I was silent.

He was right. I never made an impact. I always caused trouble. I ran upstairs and cried myself back to sleep that morning. I had done some research on Maxwell. Maxwell Jones, real estate billionaire. He was charming. No, that was too mid. He was the type of guy fan girls would pay $100 just to see his frame. His body radiated an aura that was overwhelming. Everywhere he went, heads turned. He was breathtakingly handsome. I decided to try and make it work. He wouldn't be too bad, so I thought.

A month later and here I am, at a grocery store in the middle of Oklahoma questioning my mental health. Fuck. I was holding up the line. I paid the cashier and left. It was almost time for lunch and I was headed home. Home...hm. I crossed the road, wondering if this marriage was worth it. A few more days and I could commit suicide, honestly. I thought of running away but to where? I didn't even have a friend I could put up with. I don't have a job either. Oh well.