The car continually sped past different buildings and the farther away we move from the familiar places, the more dim my hopes becomes. There is no point wasting my energy shouting, the car is tinted and with this speed, it is almost impossible for anyone to see my struggles.
Not to consider the fact that no one would dare to stop a car of the Fidelis family.They noticed I have stopped struggling and exchanged looks after which the bodyguard stops holding me.
After some time, the car was already in front of a big gate, the building before looks like a palace, so even if I have never been to a club before, I could tell that he did not bring me to a club like he has threatened.
The gate swung open like a magic portal, letting Fredrico’s car cruise past the serious-looking guards into what seemed like a fairy tale land of luxury.
The driveway was so smooth it felt like riding on a cloud, and the grass on either side was so perfectly trimmed, it looked like it belonged in a painting. Big trees waved hello as if they were saying, "Welcome to paradise!"
The mansion itself was like something out of a fancy magazine—huge columns made of shiny marble stood tall, holding up a roof that sparkled in the sunlight. It was like a castle from a storybook, but even fancier!
Cameras peeked out from behind bushes, almost like they were playing hide-and-seek, making sure everything stayed safe and sound.
Inside, there were gardens that looked like they came straight from a movie, with flowers blooming in every color imaginable, and fountains that sang sweet songs as water danced in the air.
I forgot my troubles for a while as I beheld the beauty of the paradise where he lived. He stared at me, and if I didn't know just how much he hated me, I could have sworn that love poured from his eyes for a few seconds.
He noticed me staring back at him, shifting my focus away from the luxury in front of me to behold this demi-god. Truth be told, it's very understandable that girls are throwing themselves at him because, aside from his wealth, he is also very handsome.
If they were to hold a beauty pageant in school, I'm sure he would easily win first place without contest. He is even more stylish and handsome than his brother, who has topped the list of the most eligible bachelors several times in a row.
"Why are you staring at me? Don't tell me you suddenly love me now that you have an idea of how rich I am," he questioned, a mocking grin playing on his face. I hissed and walked away from him.
I used to admire him for being very handsome and all, but I knew he was way out of my league, so I never entertained the thought of him. After what he did today, I'm sure I have no admiration left for him.
I voluntarily walked inside the mansion myself because there is no point in being dragged, and there is no way I can escape from this place judging by the number of cameras and hefty men guarding every corner.
"I see you've resigned to fate. That's great; at least you make things easier for the both of us," he said as he pinned me to the sofa that felt as soft as seating upon the folds of the sky. I didn't even realize how poor I was until I stepped into this building.
Everything here screams luxury, and no matter how grand a job I get after my degree, I can never achieve half of his wealth alone in this lifetime.
"What should I offer you?" I turned to his direction to berate him on how I do not wish to be drugged or poisoned, but before I could say anything, he had already left and was standing by the entrance of what I thought could be the kitchen.
I simply made a mental note not to take anything he offers me if I still wish to walk out of this place on my own. I at least need to be clear-headed to escape from his clutches unscathed.
Fredrico's POVI made my way to the winery to get her some wine. I know it’s crazy to bring her to my house with such a cheap gimmick, but I know she wouldn't have it easy if I left her alone at school.If one of those people trying to curry favors from me doesn't harass her, my father will likely get wind of what happened and send his men after her.It's not the first time my father has been involved in dirty practices for revenge. He craves perfection, and if things don't go according to his plan, he leaves no stone unturned to destroy everything in his path.Our lives have been decided at birth, and despite being attracted to a few girls growing up, I know pursuing something with any of them would ultimately result in writing their death warrant, and that's the reason I've tried to conceal my feelings for Rita as well.I had to keep quiet and pretend that I hated everything about her, even though she's constantly looked down upon. I started tormenting her myself to make everyone e
I headed back to the living room to find her admiring the pot of red roses mother had gifted me when I got this apartment as my 12th-year birthday gift. My mother is a dominant person in the house, and her presence is rarely felt. Her only duties are to serve my father, accompany him to functions when necessary, and communicate his wishes to us.You can imagine how everyone would go to their mother when they are sad or dejected for comfort; it is not the case for my brother and myself. She is simply a great wife but not someone we can rely on because there is nothing, she can do to help us.Her eyes always look sad, like there are a million tales of sadness behind them. Growing up, I used to wonder what the problem is and ask her, but I have grown accustomed to seeing her sad eyes, which she always masks with happiness whenever she has to appear in public. But the moment she is back home, she blends perfectly with the furniture.She always gives me weird gifts on my birthdays, like a
She looked into my eyes, trying to gauge my honesty, and it seemed to work because her expression relaxed. She glanced at the wine, then back at me, nodding in dismissal."Fredrico, don’t you think you're being very cheap right now, trying to instill fear of the unknown in me just because you want me to take this drink? If you think I will fall for this cheap trick, then you do not know me.""This girl is just as stubborn as a cow. What will it cost her to just take the drink from me? Does she find me so untrusting?" I muttered to myself, pouring some more for myself and downing it again, loosening the tie that seemed to be suffocating me.Rolling up my sleeves, I faced Rita once more. "Rita, would you consider switching schools?" I began, but she was about to berate me again when I held my hand up to stop her. "Listen to me before you start nagging. It will be in your best interest to leave this country entirely.If you want, I can send you to the US, Canada, or any other country. Yo
I was shocked by the notification that popped up on my phone. My boss confirmed the leave I applied for.I was dumbfounded. When and how did I apply for leave without being aware? I called him, trying to make sense of everything going on right now.He picked up on the second ring, and I quickly asked, "Tim, what do you mean by you will find someone to replace me pending the time that I'm able to resume work? Nothing is wrong with me, and I’m perfectly fine. I can even come to work right away.""I’m sorry, I can’t allow that," he said, and I could sense fear in his apology. "The café is the only business that my entire family depends on for survival. I can’t bear to risk it for just a week of your absence, but I promise you that you would always have a place here whenever you're ready to return," he said, sounding very apologetic."Alright, Tim, but can you at least tell me what is going on?" There was a long pause before he finally answered. "I got a call from someone in Fidelis Group
Adam Fidelis reclined in his opulent office, surrounded by mahogany furnishings and adorned with exquisite works of art. Sunlight filtered through the grand windows, casting warm hues upon the plush carpeting.With an air of authority, he sat behind his expansive desk, meticulously flipping through files with practiced ease.As he perused the documents, his countenance exuded confidence and authority, every movement deliberate and calculated. His presence commanded attention, a testament to his stature in the business world.Suddenly, the tranquility of his sanctuary was interrupted by the arrival of his secretary, a poised and efficient woman whose every gesture bespoke professionalism. She stood at the threshold, her expression betraying a hint of apprehension."Sir," she began, her voice measured but tinged with urgency, "there's something I need to bring to your attention."The man raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued by her tone. "Go on," he prompted, setting aside the files to
Adam was very displeased, but he knows Fred to be very stubborn; he would not discuss the issue further. He slapped his phone to the wall in annoyance before reaching for the landline sitting on his table and pressing a key.The phone got picked at the second ring. "Hello, sir," the voice at the other end of the phone said.Adam tugged at the ties to loosen it before responding. "Get me the full information of what happened in Picaremore University today and fetch me the girl. Dead or alive, I want to meet her.Also, get me every information that you can find about her family, take her to the warehouse; I need this to be done before the close of the day.""Alright, sir, on it," he responded before hanging up.Adam sank back in his chair before muttering, "Looks like no one is scared of me anymore. I will be sure to make an example of that classless bitch."He pressed another number on the telephone, and the secretary came in. "Fetch me another phone from the store and clean up this me
Rita opened her window and peeped to check if there was anyone guarding the window-side, and true to her fear, there they were: three guards standing firm like rooted poles. They noticed her and looked up."It's nothing," she said, waving her hand as if surrendering to them. The guards returned their gazes forward, and she recoiled back into the room.She paced aimlessly in the room, biting her nails. "I need to get out of here," she muttered, and an idea seemed to have popped into her head as her eyes lit up. She rushed to her mini studying chair, pulling it away from the table with which it was perfectly synced.She quietly dragged it to the bathroom, trying not to make any noise to arouse their suspicion. She sat on the chair and turned on the recorder on her phone, recording herself singing. After about thirty minutes, she saved the recording and quietly returned the chair to the room.She smiled sheepishly, as if giving herself a pat on the back for coming up with such a brillian
Her body was already getting tired, but she could not afford to stop running now. She kept running down the quiet street, and just when she thought of slowing down to catch her breath, she missed her steps and fell, rolling down the slope.She grunted in pain as she looked at her bruised hands and legs.Her whole body was now very dirty, and she looked like she was just fished out of the dirt. She pulled her weak body up and started raining insults on Fred for putting her in this situation for something so trivial as tears pricked down her face.She heard the honking of a car that made her look up in anticipation, hoping the person might be able to help her to the nearest hospital. "At least I will be safe there for a while before he discovers my whereabouts," she thought. She flagged down the car, and it stopped in front of her."Can you please help me to Picarmore Health Centre if you are headed that way?" she hurriedly shouted the moment the car stopped in front of her. The driver,