Cold Hearted Princess

Chapter 2 Arriving into hell

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.

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

go after a long time

will help

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

luggage; I put it on my bed, and I opened it up. There were a few belongings that I needed to take.

The only request he made about my style was that

not tell me what to wear, but he straightforwardly prohibited

a must. They were going to take me to a doctor, who was going

my husband, I have to take the consequences, and they referred to this as some

mind. I liked my brown hair color, and

learn about manners and etiquette, and I had to maintain my body. That was not a

I got to behave. As they said,

many other rules on the list that they expected me to

one thing I knew. If I was going to live and stay healthy for

husband, the only thing that I knew was his age. He was twenty-eight years old. That made me laugh again.

things slowly; I took my favorite clothes only. There was a picture of my team and a few of Lucas. I put them in my

not describe how much I missed him already. I packed my necklace as well, even if I was sure they would not let me

early morning. I

jump. I showered and dressed up; I took my luggage, and I said bye to my room. My parents looked at me as I strolled down the stairs. My mum held my hand, and she

after a brief farewell; I found myself in the terminal. The tiredness and my overwhelmed nerves tortured me, and I hoped I could get some sleep

opened the gate, and I boarded the plane. They chose a comfortable place for me at