"No....no...hospital."There was an unmistakable British accent.She looked back up. No one was out but the phones were still out. She grew furious. So what if she wasn't passing at that moment? They would have left the boy on the floor to die!? They would have videoed until the boy died then put it on the Internet for people to lament and what?She wiped her tears and gently picked the little boy, no more than 14 years in her arms."No...hospital." the boy murmured again before his eyes slid shut.*Joan felt someone run a hand through her hair and she shot up immediately, her eyes wide and frantic. They settled on a boy laid on the bedside, bright black eyes blinking up at her innocently. The boy had a questioning look on his face and so did she. She wondered what she was doing asleep, and sitted beside him.Who was he?Then she remembered."Are you okay?" she asked immediately, her hands reaching up to... She actually didn't know. He slapped her hands off then grunted in pain.She

"Then let's make each other happy."And while they made each other happy and Joan sat at the little boy's bedside watching over him, shadows littered King Johannson's hospital room and when day break came and all were entranced in the hypnotic spell of dreams, King Johannson's room stood empty.*Joan felt someone run a hand through her hair and she shot up immediately, her eyes wide and frantic. They settled on a boy laid on the bedside, bright black eyes blinking up at her innocently. The boy had a questioning look on his face and so did she. She wondered what she was doing asleep, and sitted beside him.Who was he?Then she remembered."Are you okay?" she asked immediately, her hands reaching up to... She actually didn't know. He slapped her hands off then grunted in pain.She stared at him, shocked by the act."Don't touch me." he warned and she couldn't help but shiver at the sinister look that crossed his young face.She pulled back her hands, subduing her shock."You have a bea

"Calm down, miss Joan. As I said, there are officer's already out, searching for him. If you have any information that you think can help...""I do."They turned to see the receptionist coming up to them."There was a man..."Her ears tuned in.*Charlene stayed still in the bed, waiting for Blake to return from getting food for her. He had declined when she offered to call room service, saying he wanted to give her a queen's treatment.She blushed. Blake was a good man and romantic, the perfect combination. Her thoughts flitted to Mr Vincent as it did occasionally. She shoved those thoughts away. She was happy now. She wanted nothing to do with the King's family. She was finally free from them and she had found love. Could her life get any better?Soon blake would propose and they would get married, get a mansion of their own and fill the house with kids. She would no longer be the maid of the mansion but the mistress of the mansion. She chuckled then shut her eyes, a content smile o

King would be so disappointed in her. He would feel broken if he heard, he would have that vulnerable broken look in his eyes like when he had seen Koty kiss her hand.She couldn't even cry, her body felt too tired for that and even more tired when she thought about telling King of what she had done.You don't have to tell him, a voice whispered.She collapsed on her bed. What if she never got the chance to decide?*"Impossible!"The bulky detective exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at comatose King from the entrance of the room.Joan wasn't listening. Her heart was filled with joy. She didn't believe it when the receptionist called her that morning and informed her King was back in his room.But upon getting to the scene, there he was, asleep and okay. He was okay. She pressed a trembling hand to her heart. He was fine."Then its that strange man then." The bulky officer muttered, recovered from his shock."Strange man." She repeated, coming down from her high."Or Jamal. You're out, you

Home. That damned mansion.She got into the black jeep, warm and comfy like Luca liked his cars to be. The man held her at gun point while the other loaded her luggage into the boot. The one who loaded her luggage got into the car and the one who held her at gun point stepped back out onto the curb. The door slid shut and the car sped away.She couldn't cry.*She was blindfolded throughout the surprisingly short ride, compared to the long distance she had expected.Probably Luca had gotten a house close by because of Miss Isla and his other brother. She felt the car enter through gates and into a garage. She was pulled out and led into a quiet house. She wondered what was going on. She became even more scared when she wondered if perhaps it wasn't Luca's men that took her. She was pushed down, quite gently, to a soft surface. A cushion, she realized and then her blindfold was taken off.She waited a second before popping open her eyes, one after another. She froze at the sight of the