Bexley's P.O.V

" I don't want to talk about it," I spit out as Lander tried to get me to talk about my dad. I do not want to talk about yesterday, we had only gotten off the plane 30 minutes ago and now we've been in the car for what feels like forever, going god knows where. 

I closed my eyes and curled against the door, we are in North Dakota and it is freezing here. I have a dress on. Eventually, many hours later, we came upon a gated community? I don't know what you'd call it.

We drove down this super long gravel road, once the gates opened, arriving upon a MASSIVE log home, surrounded by much smaller cabins.

" This, is where we will raise our family. "Lander said, getting out of the car.

I almost choked on my own spit, I won't have this mans kids. I stepped out of the car, wearing a mid thigh white dress with strawberries on it, my white jean jacket and some sandals.

I noticed many people coming and standing at the edge of the woods, watching us. I held onto Lander's shirt and kept my head down, following him inside as the other men carried my things inside.

Once inside, I was met with an even more beautiful home. This place was beautiful, I give them that but this will never be my home. 

" Our room, is this way." Lander said as he took my hand and walked up the huge stairs, down 2 hallways and around the corner, meeting 2 double doors. 

The room had grey carpet, all log walls and double doors that went out on the balcony. Our bed was on a log bed frame, with matching side tables. A stone fireplace in the corner, with a tv above it and a beautiful white small sectional. With a few bright green plants in the room as well. 

Everything here was beautiful, I jumped as the door behind us slammed shut, eyes beginning to water as I could tell that it was beginning to storm.

" You are afraid of storms, baby? " Lander spoke, stepping behind me and placing an arm around me.

" I want my family." I said, knowing it was useless.

" You know that your father didn't even fight, he is using you to pay his debt off, piękna królowa," ( Beautiful Queen in Polish).

I flipped.