My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Strange Girl!
“Do you know where we are?” Anastasia asked Elizabeth, glancing around to be sure no one was behind them.

Although she could see the cameras hanging on the walls, she spoke in a low volume so their words would not be heard. She also remembered to act as casually as possible, making sure she didn’t look suspicious at all.

Elizabeth shook her head horizontally. “I was unconscious when I was brought here,” she replied.

Anastasia turned to Angelina, and the latter gave the same actions Elizabeth did.

“I don’t.”

Anastasia sighed in defeat.

It’s been a week since we arrived at the house of the human traffickers. At breakfast, she’d made sure to do as Angelina had told her. Eat and don’t complain about the food, no matter how disgusting it may be.

She still needed to gather strength to escape. Especially since Michelle had been waiting for her to implicate herself, she didn’t give the latter a single chance.

“If you’re planning on escaping from here, then I will have to tell you you’d better give up on that plan of yours,” Elizabeth said, reading Anastasia’s thoughts.

“Why not? Don’t tell me you enjoy the hellhole of a house we are living in right now. Don’t you want to leave and go back to your family?” Anastasia questions, her anger surging through her body and threatening to slip through her fingers.

That was what Angelina had told her. And now Elizabeth…

For the past week, Elizabeth had narrated all she knew about Anastasia and her celebrity life. And she didn’t forget to inform her how her relationship with Michelle had been for the past few years. Starting from when she changed her identity to Selene Jones, to getting all of her properties from the Harrison family.

Everything felt like a boulder placed on Anastasia’s head which she needed to memorize, hoping they would finally be able to help her regain her memories. But her shoulders always sank in disappointment.

For the past week, Samantha has been making them do all sorts of things. If not how to work a dildo, then it would be how to touch themselves in ways that would please their masters/their buyers which completely irritated Anastasia. And it’s been a week since she’d last seen Xander, her supposed husband’s twin brother and brother-in-law.

“Believe me when I say you can’t escape from here. The security is tight. Stepping out from this house alone is difficult,” Elizabeth tried to change Anastasia’s mind but the latter wasn’t buying it.

They were currently in a salon designed for them. They were to learn how to make their hair and style it to look as pretty as possible so they would be able to satisfy their masters.

Anastasia stared at her reflection in the mirror, then her gaze settled on the little bandage on her head.

“Who is planning on escaping?” One of the girls asked, his tone hushed as she glared up at Anastasia who could see her through the vanity mirror. “You’re planning on escaping? If I were you, I wouldn’t even think about doing that.”

“Do you want to come with me?” Anastasia asked, catching the girl off guard. “We can escape together.”

“Escaping from here means death, and I don’t plan to die.” The girl waved her hands in front of her with a gesture of refusing the idea.

“If you stay here, you’re still going to die anyway,” Anastasia said, deadpan.

The girl didn’t give any scared reaction. Instead, her eyes were focused on the ceiling, as if having a wild daydream.

“That’s not true at all. We’re going to be sold soon and then all of our problems will come to an end. As long as I can get a charming master who would buy me and treat me right. I don’t even mind if I’m a mistress in his home,” the girl responded.

Anastasia was speechless.

“I don’t mind that either,” the other girls responded and something finally dawned on Anastasia.

The girls were willing to adjust to whatever kind of lifestyle they met with when they were finally sold. They were too relaxed for her liking which hit a sensitive nerve in her body that tempted her to smack them back to their senses because it was obvious they weren’t thinking right.

Anastasia decided to drop the topic of escaping since the people she was sharing her plans with had one completely different from hers.

Anastasia faced her vanity mirror, bringing her hair straightener, and placed it on her hair to straighten the locks.

‘For a human trafficking ring that can’t even provide healthy clean food for us, they sure can afford to buy an expensive-looking straightener,’ she thought to herself.

Anastasia placed the straightener down, took some of her locks, and dressed her hair into a bun while some of her strands stubbornly fell on her face. Her lips were red and juicy as she stared at herself through the vanity mirror, her blue eyes staring back at her.

‘Xavier Wallace.’ That name echoed in her mind. ‘Xavier Wallace.’

An image similar to Xander’s face appeared in her mind. Her hands clenched together as she forced herself to recall anything useful.

The room suddenly went silent, all the images from her disappeared and she was the only one there.

Those blurry memories flew around her, attacking her with strange voices she had never heard before. But one thing was sure, these were the voices of people she knew.

Anastasia came back to her senses when she suddenly heard a sound that nearly deafened her.

She looked down at the hand that was planted on her drawer, a wave of goosebumps traveling through her body in disgust when she saw the black dirt on the nails.

Then she looked up at the girl who had just slammed her fist on her drawer.

Anastasia’s blue eyes met with the girl’s empty black ones. It was so black it felt like she was looking into a black hole that would swallow her up soon if she didn’t move away from it. The girl’s eyes were the most empty Anastasia had ever seen.

“You’re too loud. Keep it down!!” The girl said without a single emotion laced in her tone.