Chapter 05: The offer

~Cassandra~

“I suggest you be on your best behavior before I dissolve this alliance and leave you with little to feed on or nothing,” he warned. As much as Sebastian’s tone sounded calm, I could hear the hint of threat in his voice.

My whole body and soul flared in anger, and the reason is that I have failed to recognize what kind of man Sebastian is.

“You won't get away with this!” I hauled him.

Sebastian's eyes darkened, but he remained silent, watching me with a calm that only infuriated me more.

“You sonofabitch!” I exclaimed, launching myself at him in a fit of rage. My hands were aiming for his face, but Sebastian was quick to hold my wrist to stop my ferocious attack. My chest hurled up and down as I struggled to free my wrist and slap his face like he deserved.

“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice echoing in his study room.

With a swift motion, Sebastian twisted me around and slammed me against the large mahogany desk. He restrained me, and his hold on my wrist felt ironic.

“Calm down, Cassandra; you are acting like a child,” he cautioned while I let out a snort.

“Acting like a child? When you stole my fvcking shares! I so much want to strangle you,” I said through gritted teeth as I tried to free myself from his grip.

“If you do not stop this moment, you won't like what I'll do next, Vixen,” He shouted, and I could feel his patience snapping.

“And what would you do? Break the alliance,” I challenged him, and I almost bit my lips at the sudden utterance. The aftertaste of him breaking the alliance is not going to be good at all.

“Sam!” Sebastian barked, and within a moment, I heard the door open.

Without waiting for him to speak, Sebastian gave out his order, “Take her upstairs.” His tone was cold and authoritative.

“Lock her in a room; give her no access to communication. Only food.”

My eyes widened at his outrageous order, “You dare not!” I said, in an outburst.

Sebastian pulled me up from the desk and pushed me towards Sam in a rough manner. I tried to use that to my advantage, but Sam's reflexes were fast. He carried me up in a swift yet gentle move. I tried to fight him, but my strength was waning.

“Sebastian, tell him to drop me,” I bellowed at the latter, but he ignored me and turned his back on me.

The audacity!

“I swear you will regret this!” I screamed as Sam carried me out.

I thrashed, bit Sam on his shoulder, kicked him, and hit him hard, but he wasn't even affected at all, and even if he was, he wasn't showing it.

Sam opened the door of a room, threw me on the bed, walked out, and closed the door before I could even escape.

“Argghhhh!!!”

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It's been two days.

Two fvcking days since I've been trapped in the prison Sebastian assigned to me, and I feel so much anger, hate, and despair toward Sebastian.

How ironic that he's the one behind my company's problems all along.

How long has he been planning this?

Since highschool?

It wouldn't be a surprise if it had been then, because he had already built a room with a food slot in it.

It can't be just a coincidence.

I could feel my mind brawling every single minute, blaming myself inwardly for how foolish I'd been.

I wish Amaya was here.

My eyes were suddenly fixed on the mirror; I appeared unkempt, and the lack of freedom caused my clothes to wrinkle. As soon as the door clicked, I turned to face that direction, already prepared to have Sebastian’s head off his body.

I plotted different ways to kill him, and I’m too fvcked up to care about the consequences.

The devil strolled in with a smug smile, his posture exuding confidence and pride.

I clenched my fist, ready to lash out.

“You think this is funny?” My voice trembled with rage. The way he raised his brow seemed like he was unfazed by my outburst.

“I never imagined a whole Cassandra Owen who thinks the world is beneath her and one can't stand a chance beside her can be so dramatic,” he mocked.

“Oops, my bad. I almost forgot you are a Willow now.” He let out a sarcastic sound.

“I’m willing to let this pass by if you just get off my way and let me leave.”

“You make me scared, Cassandra—as much as I love this cat and rat game, I'm here for something else.”

“An offer,” he added.

“I see, stealing my company isn't enough for you; what more do you want from me? Because I'd expected you to steal them like you did with my shares,” I spat at him.

“I would have done that, but I decided to be lenient with you.”

I wanted to scoff at his words, but I stopped myself to listen to his offer.

“Because of how selfless I am, I decided to take us out on a honeymoon—more of a torture-moon, to be precise. A change of environment might do you good.”

“I would rather stay locked in the room than breathe the same air with you,” I scoffed, crossing my arms defiantly.

He tilted his head and asked, “Is that so? Your choice; it's up to you either way. Stay locked in here or prepare to go on a torture-moon with me tomorrow.”

I hesitated, weighing my options. The thought of spending more time in this confined space was unbearable, but the idea of being with someone who's been manipulating my life was equally unbearable.

“Freedom or solitude?” I clenched my jaw, but with a sign of resignation, I said,

“I’ll prepare for the torture moon.”

“Smart choice, Vixen; I'll have Maurice bring your things,” he said with a smile of triumph.

“This isn't over.” I declared as he was about to leave.

He paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “Oh, I know. But for now, play nice, Vixen.”