Rosie carefully placed the tray of food on the table, her eyes filled with sympathy as she watched her trembling new madam before her. Penny sat on the edge of the bed, her delicate fingers clutching the sheets, her face still pale with shock.
What has she gotten into?
The question lingered in Penny's mind, but no matter how many times she told herself this was just a nightmare, reality refused to fade. She had truly married a madman.
But how? How had Christian gotten his brother's signature if he was mad?
In all her life, she has never been touched by a madman until today.
"W... What… was that?" Penny finally whispered, her voice fragile like glass as her blue eyes darted to the maid who placed her tray of food on the table.
Rosie tilted her head slightly. "You mean Master Osvaldo?" The young girl asked, hazel eyes glowing beneath the light.
"Well," Rosie said softly, arranging the dishes. "From what I heard, Master Osvaldo is the rightful heir to the Adkins fortune. Unfortunately, he's sick." Rosie said.
"Has he always been... mad?" Penny asked.
"Here, we call it… a sickness madam." Rosie lifted the lid of the soup bowl, releasing a warm, savory aroma, but Penny wasn't in the mood for food.
All she wanted was to leave this hell for good. She should have never come here in the first place. She should have stayed far away from them all. Maybe 2-3 years would have done the trick. But Penny knew she wouldn't have known she was married to someone.
If she wanted to leave, she needed zero guilt.
"Master wasn't always like this, or so I've heard. But over time, he… changed." Rosie shrugged.
"I'm sorry you've been dragged into this, Madam," Rosie murmured. "If only Master Christian would stop searching for brides for master…"
Penny's breath hitched. "Searching for brides?"
Rosie hesitated before nodding. "Every year, he brings women from all over, hoping one will survive. But none ever do. That's just how it is."
A cold shiver ran down Penny's spine. "H... how many… have there been?"
Rosie bent her head. "More than thirty. None lasted long. It was either they died at Masters's hands, or they committed suicide. But none have survived." Penny's stomach churned at Rosie's words.
What has she really gotten into?
Right now more than ever, she wanted to run away. She knew she had to leave. She had a bright future ahead for her to die like this. She couldn't let Ari and her stupid ex win this war.
"But you…" Rosie continued. "Master Osvaldo gave you a name. That's never happened before. He didn't even hurt you as much..."
Penny's heart pounded. So this was why Christian and Ariana had been so eager to marry her off?
They had sent her to die.
Penny gritted her teeth. She must survive this so that she can deal with them.
If she disappeared for a few years, maybe two or three, her marriage to the madman would dissolve on its own. And when she returns… she will make Christian and Ariana pay for their cruelty.
She nodded at her thought. That was a good idea.
"Please eat, Madam," Rosie urged gently. "You must be starving."
Penny shook her head slightly. "Food is the least of my troubles now Rosie," Penny said.
"I want to leave. This marriage is a mistake. Rosie… will you help me?"
Rosie looked startled, she couldn't say no to her plea. She had said no to countless other women in the past and had watched them all die at the hands of their masters.
How many more women have to die for the Adkins family to know Osvaldo Adkins can not be saved? "Madam, I…"
"I won't survive another night here," Penny whispered. "I don't belong here. I shouldn't be here."
Rosie bit her lip, then gave a quick nod. "Alright. I'll help you leave tomorrow morning. But tonight… let me prepare your bath. You need rest."
Penny didn't argue. Her body was still shaking. She couldn't afford to see that beast anymore.
She let Rosie guide her to the bath, soaking in hot water that smelled of herbs and jasmine. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth ease her pain.
By the time she returned to the bed, her eyes were heavy. Rosie had promised the doors would stay locked. That Osvaldo never came out at night.
Since the night dress available in the room was not her size, Penny had decided to sleep in just her underwear. What's the worst that can happen?
She would tell Rosie to help her get her clothes by morning.
She curled beneath the sheets, her body settling in the soft mattress. She was super exhausted. And before Penny knew what was happening, she had fallen asleep.
Penny was half-asleep, her mind drifting in and out like a paper boat on a restless stream when a faint sound broke through the silence.
Click!
Her eyes snapped open. Her head immediately turned to the door handle to see it moving.
Her heart began to race.
She sat up instinctively, fingers clutching the blanket as if it could shield her.
Was it Rosie? Was it yet time for them to leave?
Her head instinctively turned to the clock which read 1:30 am. This was a little past midnight. Rosie wouldn't want to leave now. So who was it?
"Rosie," Penny called and the door creaked open.
One footstep.
Then another.
A tall figure entered, his presence heavy, and overwhelming, as if the air itself had bent to his will.
Penny's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him.
It was him...
The madman.
But what is he doing here?
And as if noticing her stare, his silver eyes turned to meet her gaze. And Penny's breath caught in her throat.
"What are you?" His deep voice sounded in her ears.