CHAPTER 2: ABDUCTED AND SOLD

Nishane's Point of View

"HELP! HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My loud voice echoed in the parking lot but no one seemed to hear me.

"No one will hear you!" A man with a masculine body, that looks like their leader, shouted.

I shook my head one after another. "No! The staff and producers will hear me! They will call the police to save me!" I shouted. "Help! Help me, please!"

"Get that on board!" he ordered the two men holding me by both arms.

I am terrified. This is terrifying! I don't know what they need from me. I have many enemies with my co-workers in show business, but I am confident that we will not reach this point. Usually, that's only about the big projects I have and they are just envious.

But I know that they will not excel to the point that they will abduct me!

"Somebody help me— Argh! Let me go, you asshole!" I exclaimed while struggling from their grip on me.

The leader pushed the two men. "Come on! Faster!"

"Mom! Help me! Mom!" I couldn't stop crying when they finally got me into the black van.

I was between two men. While my two hands were tied with a thick rope. I have no escape. I can't escape. I can't find a way to escape.

Because apart from the big ones, they have a big body. They have guns. They are all wearing black. But their faces are not hidden.

They are not afraid of being seen. There are many surveillance cameras scattered in the parking lot. It's impossible not to see them when the public finds out that I'm missing.

"What do you need from me?! Do you need money? I can give you my money! My phone? I can give that too!" I offered them everything but all I got was their loud and simultaneous laughter.

"If we needed your wealth, would we have just held up?" asked the man who seemed to be their leader.

I raised my eyebrows. "Then what do you need from me?"

"We're not the ones who need you!"

I smirked when he said that. "Of course, you have your boss! So who is your boss and what is my fault with him?"

Duh. I am an actress. I prefer action over romance, so I know they are not what I need. I have experienced this scene many times. But before, I wasn't afraid because I knew it was just a scene, now my heart is pounding with fear. I just don't show it too much because I know they'll laugh at me even more when they find out I'm afraid of them.

"We know nothing. And it is also none of our business," he said laughing. "Better yet… sleep first."

My eyes widened as the man pulled out a white handkerchief. I know what that's for!

Fuck. This can't be!

"What?! No! You can't do that!" I struggled as the man pressed the handkerchief to my nose.

I hold my breath so I don't smell that medicine but I really can't stand it.

Until little by little... I felt so sleepy that I couldn't stop.

"Sleep well, superstar."

That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

I WAKE UP because of the sunlight hitting my face. I frowned because my head suddenly hurt.

Who came into my room?! Who told them that they can enter my room without my permission?

But I immediately got up and flipped the bedsheet of the soft bed I was lying on. This is not my bed. This is not my room.

Where am I?

Trembling rose in my heart when I realized what had happened to me. I quickly looked at my whole body because I checked if I was raped while I was asleep or if I was beaten while I was unconscious. But it's not.

I was still wearing the clothes I was wearing that night.

I also don't have scratches, bruises, and so on. I am fine, really.

But what do those goons need from me? Why did they arrest me?

"I didn't let them touch you, so don't worry about that."

My eyes widened in shock when I heard a baritone voice. I looked around. And there, my eyes widened when I saw a man on the side of the window blinds. He was leaning against the wall with his legs crossed. His two hands were tucked into the pockets of his pants.

Who is he?

"W-Who are you? What am I doing here?" My voice was full of fear when I asked that. I felt another fear. My heart pounded with trepidation.

Who is he? What does he need from me? Is he the boss referred to by those who kidnapped me? If yes, I don't know him. He isn't familiar to me. Why does he want to abduct me?

"I-If you don't mind… are you one of my fans?" I asked him.

Is he obsessed with me so he caught me? Does he want to talk to me somewhere in private? But why here? Why does he have to touch me? He can talk to my mother, she is my manager.

But based on the appearance of the man I'm in front of now, he doesn't seem to like watching movies and series.

So what's his reason for abducting me?

A jaw-dropping gorgeous man, who looked like a heaven sent from above, approached me. But no... he smirked like an evil.

"Do you think I'll waste my time watching you?"

I closed my eyes in annoyance when he said that. If he isn't my fan, then who is he?

I was about to ask about that when he suddenly headed to a vanity table inside this room. I followed him until he came back in front of me and I frowned when I saw the brown envelope he was holding.

"What's that?" I couldn't help but ask that out of wonder.

He opened the brown envelope. He took out the paper that was there. My eyes widened when he held up a piece of paper.

"Read it," he said, then handed me the paper.

What is this?! It's a marriage certificate!

"W-What…"

I couldn't finish what I was going to say and immediately looked at him full of wonder.

"Clifford Griffle, boss of the Griffle Mafia. And, yes. we are married."

MY MIND is still floating because of what I found out. Did my mother really sell me to him? I can not believe it. But I have no choice but to believe because he has proof. The night I heard Mom talking to someone on her phone, that was the recording of her conversation with one of Clifford's men. My mom said she would pay Clifford as soon as possible and if she didn't, I would be the replacement.

Clifford set her deadline and yes, she didn't meet it. That is why I am here. Cage in a large mansion with the arrogant mafia boss.

What did he say again? He is the boss of... what? Griffle Mafia?

That's disgusting.

I thought only movies and books had that. And now, I am facing one.

I rolled my eyes as we ate silently inside the large dining hall that was like a palace in size. It's strange that there are only two of us eating, but the elegant chairs surrounding the long dining table are twenty-four. Two dozen people can be seated and I am wondering if this dining table is filled with guests.

"Stop wandering around and eat."

I snorted when I heard his stern voice. I smirked sarcastically.

"And who are you to decide what I should do?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Your husband."

I was even more annoyed. "No, you're not. I am single and I'll make sure I can get out of here too."

I saw him smirking as he looked at his food.

"Try if you can. I'll congratulate you if you win."

After he said that he stood up and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"Where are you going?" I couldn't stop asking.

"In our bedroom. Finish eating and serve me yourself. Have some use being my wife."

My eyes widened when I understood what he wanted to convey. Did he even say that I should serve myself to him?

Is he saying… make love?

I wanted to complain but I couldn't continue when I saw that he was already far away and walking towards the stairs where the master's bedroom was.

Fuck.