THEY FORCED HER TO MAREY A POOR MAN BECAUSE SHE WAS ADOPTED

 THEY FORCED HER TO MARRY A POOR MAN BECAUSE SHE WAS ADOPTED.... Part 5

Mark led Ruth through the quiet streets, the moonlight casting long shadows on the path before them. As they walked, Ruth could feel the tension in her chest slowly easing, replaced by a strange sense of hope. She had no idea where they were headed, but with Mark by her side, it felt like maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.

Eventually, they reached a large, gated compound. The gates creaked open as Mark pulled them back, and Ruth couldn’t help but stare in awe at the massive mansion before her. It was a stunning structure, far grander than anything she had ever imagined, standing tall and silent under the starry sky. The house was impressive, with tall windows that seemed to gleam in the soft light, and an expansive front yard that seemed to stretch on forever.

"Is this where you live?" Ruth asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The house looked like something from a dream, far beyond what she had ever imagined for herself.

Mark nodded, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, but it’s not exactly mine," he said, opening a smaller door off to the side of the compound. "I live in the security house. I work for the owner of the place—I'm the caretaker, taking care of the compound for payments. The owner lives outside the country, so it's just me here most of the time, making sure everything runs smoothly."

Ruth’s mind was racing. This was a world so different from the one she had just left. The mansion was massive—too big for just one person. She wondered what kind of man owned a place like this and why he would leave it to someone like Mark to look after it. But her thoughts were interrupted as she stepped into the small security house.

The space was simple but functional, a stark contrast to the mansion’s grandeur. It had a small living room and a kitchenette, with just enough room for a bed, a desk, and a few personal items. Ruth could tell that Mark had made it his own, despite its modest size.

Mark closed the door behind them, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "I know this is a lot to take in," he said, looking over at Ruth. "But we’ll be fine. You won’t have to worry about anything. You’re safe here."

Ruth nodded, still trying to process everything. Her whole world had shifted in a matter of hours—from living in a house where she was nothing more than a servant to stepping into this compound. The mansion towered over them, and the security house seemed so small in comparison. But for the first time, she felt like there might be a chance for something different.

"Are you sure about this?" Ruth asked, her voice trembling slightly. "I mean, it feels like such a huge step. I don’t know if I belong here. This place... it’s so big, and I—"

Mark turned to face her, his expression softening. "I know this is all overwhelming. But you're not alone anymore. I’ll be here with you. And you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. You’re free now, Ruth. You can take your time. You can be whoever you want to be."

He gently squeezed her hand again, and Ruth felt a warmth spread through her chest. For the first time in a long while, she felt like there might be a chance to rebuild.

The security house was neat and cozy, far more than Ruth had expected. The furniture was simple yet lovely, everything in its place, giving the small space an inviting, homely feel. There was a small couch, a coffee table, a neatly arranged kitchenette, and a comfortable bed tucked into one corner. It was a pleasant little retreat, offering comfort in its own way.

Ruth took in her surroundings, appreciating the cleanliness. The only thing that looked out of place was Mark. His clothes, his hair, his appearance—everything about him was ragged and unkempt, a stark contrast to the well-kept security house. Ruth couldn’t help but wonder. Why did Mark take such care of the house and the big compound, ensuring everything was tidy and in order, yet neglect his own appearance?

She couldn’t find the answer, no matter how hard she tried to make sense of it. There was something about him—something hidden beneath the surface that she couldn’t quite grasp.

The next day, Mark left early as he always did, heading out to perform his usual minimal jobs to keep up with his work. Ruth stayed behind in the security house, not quite sure what to do with herself. It was quiet, and though the space was small, there was a sense of calm that settled over her. She cooked a meal and ate, but soon the quietness became too much. She began to feel bored, the hours stretching on with nothing to fill them.

Curiosity gnawed at her. She looked over at Mark’s bag, which he had left behind when he left for work. It was a simple duffel bag, worn from years of use. Ruth hesitated for a moment, then stood up and moved towards it. Something inside her urged her to take a look. She wasn’t sure why—maybe it was the need to understand Mark better or maybe it was just the quiet desire to uncover something about him that didn’t quite add up.

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