Chapter 9

Layla's POV

Who have I married? How do I spend three whole years living under the same roof with the devil?

I never expected him to be so cold and domineering. On the outside, he looks calm, handsome and well built, but his inside is full of darkness.

Or is he a psychopath? He might probably have a disorder. I thought.

I paced back and forth in my room, trembling in fear.

I have never felt this type of fear in my life, it is choking me.

I doubt if I would be able to endure to the end of the contract before I lose my life.

I decided to go downstairs and check what's going on myself.

But when I got to the living room, everything was silent as though nothing happened. The only confirmation was, one of the workers was cleaning the broken vases on the floor.

I went in to meet her. "Where is your boss?" I asked in my wet voice.

She stopped what she was doing immediately to attend to me.

"He has gone into his study, immediately after his family left." She replied with her head slightly bow