Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Sansa's Pov

Everyone was talking and having a good time at the dinner table when my attention was drawn to Ray Austin, who appeared to be in his 40s when the majority of them appeared to be in their 20s and 30s.

Ray sat at the far end of the table with a dull face, nerdy glasses, and a lackluster personality. His hair is parted on the side, and he has a handlebar beard.

Since the first day I arrived, I've been intrigued by his dangerous eyes and suspicious personality. I never got a good vibe from him; he was odd and quiet.

Even though he wasn't looking at me, his presence made me uneasy. When his food was already on his plate, he was constantly drinking water. I was deep in thought. I thought he had the perfect villain's face.

"She lost her ring?" Amara's words took me back in time.

"A wedding ring?" Ruth was curious.

"Yes, it could be somewhere in my room," I said. I went with the flow because I had no idea this was going to be a discussion.

"I'm curious how Xavier proposed to you," Jerry joked.

"What exactly do you mean?" I inquired.

"It was a surprise wedding for us; Xavier didn't tell us about any details and told us to get ready when he was leaving to bring his bride; we were all ready to celebrate when the bride was a big surprise for us," Amara explained.

"Did he also tell you that he is getting married to you, or did he tell you that after marrying you, you are his bride?" Jerry was joking, but he had no idea that he had made a point of exactly what Xavier had done to me.

They were laughing at Jerry's joke; it was a joke for some, but it was my reality.

"We were curious about his bride, how he met? How he proposed to her, we all used to discuss that, Xavier is not the romantic type, which is why we were curious about how he proposed to you." with a smile," Fariya said.

For a brief moment, Edward and my eyes met; I felt Edward was holding a knife to threaten me while others assumed he was cutting the steak.

I knew Xavier had left him behind to keep an eye on me because he was the only accomplice in the crime. I had no choice but to keep lying. As well, Xavier's spy was also present.

They were all curious about me and Xavier; they adored their Alpha, and they were happy for him. When Logan proposed to me, I was telling them about my real experience, but instead of Logan, I said Xavier's name.

"Xavier proposed to me on his knees with that ring; he extended the flowers and asked me to marry him." I lied sweetly to cover another lie.

"How romantic," Ruth commented.

"He's the coldest heart Alpha I've ever seen; I can't imagine he could be that romantic," Jerry joked.

"You're sharing your thoughts because he's not here," Fariya teased.

"I'm not afraid of him; I respect him," Jerry stated.

"All right, then," Fariya said, "I'll tell Xavier that you called him a cold-hearted alpha."

"Don't play games with me; I told you I wasn't scared," Jerry said. in a calm tone of voice

"Oh! "When did you return, Xavier?" Ruth was taken aback.

Nervous Jerry stood up and looked around with his face turned pale. They were all laughing at him as Ruth played the prank on him.

"I believe you stood up in the middle of the meal to show Xavier respect." Ruth made fun of him.

"Respect and fear are not the same things," Jerry explained.

They were all teasing Jerry, and my mind wandered to the drawer's code. All the numbers that could lead to Xavier were racing through my head.

After dinner, I returned to my room, which was locked from the inside, and reached for the drawer inside the wardrobe. That was the last chance I gave myself after the previous attempt; I decided to give up on that drawer.

When I pressed 142, the drawer unlocked instantly. I was astounded by the numbers, which I initially mistook for a joke; 142 was my birth date, 14 February.

I noticed a medium-sized grey box inside, so I took it out and opened it. I was taken aback when I saw the photo of myself—a one-year-old me in a red frock with my father. His smile was priceless. He raised me with love greater than any other love in the world.

How did Xavier obtain my photograph? What was he? I desperately wanted to know how I belonged to him, but I chose to run away.

I took the black pistol from the box, checked that it was loaded with silver bullets, and discovered that one bullet was missing. I slipped the pistol into my pocket. I took the letter that I saw inside the box. I wanted to read, but I also wanted to run.

I replaced the letter in the box while checking the time on the wall clock. It's almost 11:00 p.m.

Since I arrived, I've noticed that after 11:00 p.m., they all stay in their rooms rather than roaming the mansion.

The darkness and the dead silence dance in the mansion's vast hall. The mansion died at night and awoke the next morning.

That night was the night for me to plan every possible escape route. I was just waiting for the best opportunity.

I began tying the knots in all the bedsheets so I could climb down. It only took me a few minutes to make a bedsheet rope. I was exhausted but not defeated. Even in the dark, taking the stairs was dangerous.

I put the box back in the drawer before leaving and decided not to open the letter. I dashed to the balcony, where a chill breeze caressed my skin. Nobody was there when I looked around, so it was the best time.

I threw the bedsheets over the balcony railing and tied a knot. I began to descend slowly and carefully. I was terrified of falling, but my desire to escape was stronger than anything else at the time.

If I had to, I'd bet my life to get away. I was in the air, hanging by the bedsheet, and I pulled up the last bedsheet before someone looked at the evidence of my mission. Ray was approaching from the left side of the jungle, as I could see.

When I looked around, Ray seemed suspicious as he walked silently toward the mansion. When his nerdy glasses fell to the ground, he drew his hands from his pocket, shivering, to pick them up. I noticed blood on his hands, which he then reinserted into the pockets of his pants.

His legs were trembling, his face was pale, and he was hiding something that anyone could see. What was he doing late at night in the jungle?

That was like I was hanging by a thread. I held my breath as he approached the mansion, hoping he didn't notice me hanging in the air. I didn't want any of them to think I was rebelling.

My heart was racing as he was only 2 feet away from the mansion and my presence, and I was losing my grip. I was slipping down slowly, trying not to make any noise to catch his attention.