Where the hell was I?

Chapter three. 

Alcantara Walters.

I opened my eyes and saw a golden ceiling before me, the room was spacious and huge and I started to wonder if I was in heaven already.

 I tried slipping out of the bed but I clumsily pushed down a little golden calling bell that was beside me and its loud noise began to echo in the room. 

Just then I started hearing a lot of footsteps. It sounded like people marching up the stairs, in a minute the door in the room flew open and seven women in maid uniforms carrying a lot of dishes came into the room. 

I opened my mouth in shock. As an older and friendly-looking maid of the seven came a bit closer to talk to me. 

“Good morning, Miss, it is a pleasure to serve you this morning, we have arranged a full-course breakfast which has been prepared by our very fine chef Sir Angus of great Ireland. We hope it will be to your liking” 

I stared mutely at the woman unable to say a word as I watched them bring a footed large tray on the bed and drop all the food before me.

I gulped. 

This wasn’t a breakfast in bed, this was a feast in bed. As the maids made to leave, I finally found the voice to ask the head maid.

“Erm excuse me, where am I?” 

The other maids paused to look at her like they were expecting her to not say anything.

She smiled at me and assured me.

 “The Owner will be here soon to tell you everything, please ensure you have your breakfast and freshen up, we have prepared a hot bath for you” 

She clapped her hands twice and a wall-like door opened up at my left revealing a beautiful golden-edged glass bathtub In a spacious and elegant bathroom.

After that, they all left me alone in the room.

Okay, Tara, this must be heaven. I muttered to myself. 

The nervousness in me couldn’t help me think well, and the large quantity of food made me so confused I didn’t know if I was hungry or not. 

I managed to crawl out of the bed again and tiptoe to the door as there was no time to eat or bathe. 

I needed to know where I was first.

When I opened the door, I was met with an even more elegant hallway with an addition of a golden staircase. 

I have never seen such beauty in my life, a house this big must have been owned by a royal member. 

After a few minutes, I was downstairs, panting because I had sprinted down in fear that someone would see me. 

I found myself in a large living room and a woman in a red suit sat on one of the chairs that had this kingly feel there. 

She looked older like in her early fifties but she was really beautiful, she had large dark eyes and long wavy blonde hair. 

She seemed to be reading a newspaper but was able to know that I was in the room with her. 

“They said you were awake; you must be a very fast eater” 

How the hell was she able to see me, while her head was down?

I mumbled a greeting. 

“Good morning Ma”

She finally raised her eyes to look at me. 

“You haven’t showered yet?” she laughed a little and stood up dropping her newspaper on the table before her. 

“I like you; you must be quite intuitive.” 

She began to move outside. 

“Can you ride a horse?” 

That question made me remember Pascal my ex husband and how he had taught me how to ride. I hesitantly nodded. 

Then she smiled. 

“I will ask the maids to get you something comfortable to wear for the ride, so go back up, freshen up, and meet me in the next 30 minutes.” 

I couldn’t understand what was happening, I wanted to know where I was , not going on horse rides instead.

“I will answer all your questions so go now” 

She said.

I guess she read my mind.

After bathing and wearing what had been provided for me to wear. I met the woman at the ranch where she asked me to choose from ten of her horses. 

I was in awe at how beautiful they looked and one especially caught my eye. It was a white beautiful horse which was called Gaia. She instantly liked me and that was it. 

As we rode silently on the fields, I decided to ask my questions. 

“Can I ask who you are and what I may be doing here?” 

The woman turned as

She smiled at me In response.

“You have a beautiful voice.” 

I waited because that wasn’t the answer to my question. 

She noticed that I was still waiting in anticipation of what I wanted to hear so she decided to answer. 

“You are my responsibility "

I was a bit confused about her answer and wondered what she meant.

She however continued. 

“Your Father used to be my very Good friend, almost 30 years ago, he was working for my father Don Pedro then and that was how I met him. You know Your father once risked his Life for me Tara and I vowed to repay his kindness."

I became surprised. 

"You knew My father?"

“Yes, May his soul rest in peace, I found out recently that he had a daughter and after searching for you and I couldn’t find you, I was beginning to lose hope. It took a year to find you by accident once you got hit by my driver, I immediately collected you and treated you for my son.” 

She said all this with a smile on her face.

“What do you mean collected me? and for your son? What Is it that you owe my father? ”

This woman was starting to make me sound like an item from a store and a new toy for her son, So ofcourse I had to ask.

Ignoring my question, she went straight to introducing herself. 

“I am il Sovrano, the Queen and Founder of the Manuel organization” 

My mouth dropped in awe, because I knew exactly who she was.

She was one of the richest women in the country, so what the hell was I doing here before her? My heart started to beat fast and I could feel my palms getting sweaty.  

My father actually walked for her? Why were we poor then? How did it happen?.

“Erm.. Madam, why exactly am I here then? I am of no importance in this place” 

She blinked and held the reins of her horse to a stop. 

“I have chosen you to be a bride for my son, I have also forwarded your divorce papers to one of the best law firms in the state, it took 24 hours to find out everything about you and I hear that your brother has been falsely accused” 

I nodded as I had no other words to say.

Wait what the hell was going on?

“My people are working on getting him out of there as soon as possible, so just understand this, you have been chosen to be my son’s bride and at dinner later tonight you shall meet my Son, Alphonso, if you refuse, we will have no other choice but to kill you, this is the only way I can repay my debt to your father" 

With that, she grabbed the reins of her horse and skidded faster leaving me alone.

“Wait a second, have i just been kidnapped by one of the psychopathic richest families in the country?"

My heart began to beat fast.

"If she owed my father a favor why was she trying to kill me?"

I needed to do something, I have to escape from here.