An Ice Queen for sale (Alice) novel Chapter 2

After he finished the sentence, he let me go. I rushed out of the dining room and ran into my room, ending up lying on my bed. I cried. My parents put me in a trap that I had no way out of.

I told everybody around me I would leave to study as I had got a perfect opportunity and I did not want to miss it.

They did not understand me at all. They said I should not worry about my future. As a talented figure skater, my coach trained me for the next Olympic games. My trainer suggested becoming a trainer after winning famous sports events could prevent financial problems when I was too old to compete.

I told him I could be a trainer indeed, but I said I was not sure how I would feel about young skaters who would take my place. It was not true, of course, and it sounded selfish, but I needed a good reason to make him understand my decision.

I told him I should study in a good university, to make sure sport would not be the only thing that I could rely on. Eventually, it seemed like he understood me.

Hours passed before I calmed down. I lifted my head suddenly when someone knocked on my door. My mum stepped into my room.

“Alice, have you finished packing?”

I sat up, then I shook my head. She walked closer and hugged me.

“I’m so sorry, dear.”

She sobbed. I could not blame her at all. She made two mistakes in her life, but those two mistakes led her to an early end.

The first one was, that she let my father seduce her and make her pregnant, when she was only eighteen, like me now. The other one was Charles. She should have left him straight after she got a clue about his past, and straight after the first slap that landed on her face.

But now it was too late for that. He would not have let her go, and he would have found her in any place on Earth.

She let me go after a long time passed and looked at me.

“I will help you pack.”

I nodded. I knew she was not clear mentally anymore. Her mistakes slowly killed her.

I got my luggage; I put it on my bed, and I opened it up. There were a few belongings that I needed to take. They said they were going to buy everything for me, and they also asked Charles to hand me a letter about my future husband.

He did not seem ‌fussy. The only request he made about my style was that it had to be restrained.

He wrote he would not tell me what to wear, but he straightforwardly prohibited me from wearing whorish dresses or clothes.

Being a virgin was a must. They were going to take me to a doctor, who was going to prove my virginity officially.

They also reminded me, if I ever cheat on my husband, I have to take the consequences, and they referred to this as some physical punishment.

He forbade me to color my hair and wear makeup. These things I did not mind. I liked my brown hair color, and I never wore strong makeup unless I was in a competition.