Chapter Six

Lady Jennifer turned to leave her daughter's room and met Samantha in the corridor.

"Mom, what did Alicia say? Is she going to see Damian tomorrow? What time did he request to meet with her?" Samantha asked, her curious gaze fixated on her mother's worried countenance.

"Samantha, I don't know. I will call the number tomorrow morning to find out. Right now, I am so tired and need to rest. Good night," Lady Jennifer walked away from her first daughter's presence and went back to her own room to rest. The room was the one she shared with her husband before he was taken away.

Samantha stood in the corridor and looked at Alicia's room door. "Why would Damian choose Alicia over me? Am I not the older sibling and good enough for him? Why must he choose this local girl?"

Samantha gritted her teeth and moved back to her own room, awaiting the following morning to arrive.

Meanwhile, in Alicia's room, she found it difficult to sleep. She kept on thinking about how she would escape Damian's offer, as she knew that it was not a joke.

A marriage contract with him, in exchange for her father's freedom and to clear off his debt.

"No, I cannot go through this," Alicia said. She tightly shut her eyes on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, the sound of the alarm woke Alicia from her peaceful sleep as she felt exhausted from the previous night, having witnessed her father's kidnapping by the ruthless mafia boss who ruled the entire territory.

Alicia sat up in bed and turned off the 7 a.m. alarm. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to bathe and brush her teeth. She looked so tired. Her long blonde hair was disheveled, and her big blue eyes were red and swollen from crying too much the previous night.

Alicia sighed and finished brushing her teeth. She stripped off her nightgown and went into the bathtub to have her bath. She couldn't imagine the horror movie that had played the previous night in her home. Silent teardrops slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Alicia sighed and finished her bath. She got out of the bathtub, picked up her white towel, and returned to her bedroom to dress up.

A knock on her room door interrupted her thoughts, and she heard her elder sister's voice.

"Alicia, open up," Samantha called from outside the door, and Alicia sighed.

"What do you want?" She asked her sister as she moved over to the door and pulled it open.

"Alicia, I came to see you regarding what happened last night. What are you planning to do about it?" Samantha asked, standing in front of the door.

Samantha wore a red top, black trousers, and black boots as she looked disapprovingly at her sister.

Alicia moved away from the door and went back to her bed to pick up the brown dress that she had selected from her closet to wear.

"Alicia, I am talking to you," Samantha spoke with gritted teeth.

Alicia remained quiet as she picked up her brown dress and put it on. She turned to face Samantha and asked, "What do you want me to say to you? You heard everything Mom said last night, and you saw them too. So what can I say?" Alicia's blue eyes flashed red with anger, and Samantha sighed.

"Alicia, let's get straight to the point. Do you want to dump that police officer as your boyfriend to accept Damian Tucker's offer?" Samantha asked, her big blue eyes fixated on her younger sister.

"No way. I am not going to accept Damian. Never! Ever!" Alicia's eyes shone with disgust, and Samantha smiled.

"Well, that's good for you, but for me, I like him, and I want to be his woman."

"What?!" Alicia looked taken aback at her older sister as if Samantha had grown horns on her head.

"Did you hear yourself speaking? You want Damian Tucker? The mafia boss? Do you know that you can be killed if you wrong him or do anything silly?" Alicia asked, and Samantha smiled.

"I won't cheat on him, and I am not in any serious relationship. I have seen Damian before. He owns many businesses here and controls the T-Group, also known as Tucker Groups. And you think he is a poor guy? He is a billionaire, and he will take care of me. I don't think I will have to work much, and my colleagues will respect me at work. Not to mention the top managers; they will fear me and respect me too," Samantha daydream, envisioned a life as Damian as her husband.

Alicia shook her head in disbelief at seeing her older sister's dreamy eyes. "Sama, you seem to forget that this walking demon keeps a low profile to avoid attracting government or authority attention. I think that's why he didn't choose you and settled for me, knowing that you are in the spotlight," Alicia explained, and Samantha frowned.

"Do you think that's why he didn't choose me?" Samantha asked, lookimg sad at her younger sister's face.

Alicia cleared her throat and explained, "Look, big sis, I don't know. But I would advise you not to get entangled with a mafia boss if you value your life. He doesn't love us and will kill you or his group will."

"But you fell in love with a police officer. Didn't you fear that he could get killed one day by criminals too? Or he might become angry and pull his trigger over your head if you dump him or do something wrong?" Samantha accused, looking at Alicia's face with a serious expression.

Alicia swallowed hard and responded, "No! Jonathan will never hurt me!"

Doubt clouded Alicia's mind, even as she defended her boyfriend. She didn't know if he had a temper or not, and she didn't want to think of such possiblity.

"You are not so sure yourself. The fact is that he also uses a gun, and he can kill you if he gets annoyed. Anyway, I am off to work, and I only came here to tell you about it. You should let Damian know about my offer to be his woman. Or tell me when you are ready to go and see him, so I can come along with you," Samantha begged as she turned around to leave the room.

Alicia sighed and replied, "I am never going to see Damian. Jonathan promised to help us raise the money, and I will wait until he comes up with something."

"Alright. Take care," Samantha pulled the room door opened and left the room.

Alicia sighed and went to the front of the mirror to comb her golden locks, applying a little touch of makeup on her face. She grabbed her black bag containing her white nurse uniform and set off to leave for work.

As Alicia exited her room on the top floor, she made her way downstairs to the living room.

Alicia was shocked to see three men in black standing in the living room, and looking at her as she descended the stairs.

Her anxiety peaked and her mother, older sister, and brother were also there in the living room looking at her worriedly.

Alicia frowned and came downstairs. "Good morning, Mom. What's going on here?" She asked her mother, glaring at the men in black clothing.