Prologue

Third Person POV

Church was full of crowds. 

Cameras that never stopped flashing, visitors who never stopped smiling and laughing while talking. The elegant white dresses they wear and the supreme black suit of men. Seems like the venue is full of rich, sumptuous with money people.

Talking, and smiling with elegance.

However, not far away from the church is a group of men wearing bonnets and black tops and shorts, are examining the whole place. 

Two men was inside the car; one sitting on the driver's seat and one is in the passenger seat.

"I thought this place is private, why there's so many people?" asked by the on who uses binoculars, sitting in the passenger seat.

"What do you expect with rich people," said by the one who is holding a walkie talkie, "much more like boasting their feast with plasticity. Seeing how they smile like they aren't having an argument behind the cameras."

"Yeah, you're right."

Two black cars with no plate numbers are hiding behind the bushes. Five men were hiding near the venue, with guns in its sheath behind their backs. 

The man in driver's seat use his walkie talkie. "Code R.A, what do you see?"

[The groom is here. The bride is nowhere to be found.] 

A man with his elegant dress camouflage with the crowd. His handsome face will never notice his excellent hiding. He is tall and seems like a rich people who is on famous magazines of billionaires. 

He hid his walkie talkie to his pocket and tries to walk on to the group of teenage girls. 

"Yes, girls, I can't imagine how handsome the groom is!"

"Well, Ms. Scott is beautiful enough to be future Armenez. Just imagine their kids will look—Oh my God!" 

The man acted like he didn't see the group of girls and bump to one of them. 

"I'm so sorry, beautiful ladies. I didn't saw you."

The girls gasped and hid their giggles seeing how handsome the man is. 

"It's alright, mister. You look so great in your suit," the girl said, before smiling. "Looking for something...or... someone?"

"Ahh, yeah. I'm looking for my brother. I'm sure he's around here somewhere and clinging to every girls."

"Want me to accompany...you?" the girl hinted with hope.

The man smile. "No, thank you. I just wanted to asked him if I can go home already. I think the bride is taking so long. When will she arrive?"

"Oh! Yeah! Ms. Scott is nearby already. Don't worry! I heard his Father talking to her at phone. She'll be here soon."

The man smiled, before secretly gripping his hands. "Thank you. I got to go. Bye."

"Bye!"

As the man walks towards the exit, his face turned gradually into fierce. He took a secret glance at the man hiding in the bushes. He walks towards the part of the venue with no people and then turned on his walkie talkie.

"Get ready. They're coming," he said, before walking towards the black car without people noticing him.

~~

Not later than, a white car arrived. The crowd was escorted to go inside the church, after then they closed the door. Finally, the bride is here. 

The wedding ceremony will begin.

She was escorted towards the door. She is beautiful with her white tube gown, pearl necklace and earrings. Bun brown hair with light make up. She doesn't need any make up though, her bare face is enough to turn man's head.

The man notice how the bride look so beautiful. She is like a goddess. This is the first time he stared at a woman for too long. He can't her eyes off her.

Her hands are shaking, she breathes using her mouth, her chest moves heavy; nervousness envelop her system. She forced a smile and enter the door. 

"Code R. A. Are you listening?" 

The man was brought back to his senses; he stared at the bride for too long and not noticing that the bride was already inside. He put on his bonnet after changing his clothes. 

He cocked his gun. "Let's move," he ordered. 

Men with bonnets started to move like a sneaking ninjas. 

They are going to kidnap the bride. 

~~

The bride is slowly walking down the aisle together with his father who definitely she took upon her beauty. She looked at crowd wearing their smile and teary eyes; shouting for congratulations as she, as a Scott is now turning into Armenez. 

This wedding isn't occurring because of a family business matter. It is between love and affection of the two couples who were in love for years. And now, they are happily turning their dreams of becoming one, oath in front of the church witnessing by many people who admire them. 

As the bride reached her groom who's now teary eyed, a flashing bomb tremble outside the church. Then, a group of men wearing their bonnets enter with their guns pointing at the crowds. 

Panic and chaos wins as they started firing their guns at the ceiling. The goal was to capture the bride and run away. 

Two men grab the bride away from the groom.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!!" One man with bonnet grip the bride's neck and pointed a sharp knife onto. "STAY AWAY FROM HER! LEAVE HER ALONE!—ARGH!!"

"LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AWAY!!"

Men with bonnets punch and kick the grooms tummy, together with punching the bride's father. 

"NO!" the bride shouted with a loud cry. The bride struggle with the men's grip on her arms. "Get off me!"

But, one man smack her neck using the gun he was holding; though he was a bit amused with her fragile neck for a bit. The bride passed out and carried her like a sack of rice.

The groom was about to run but—

Everyone was shocked when one man shot his gun towards the grooms leg, but the shot was purposely not intended to hit so it only made a slip to the groom's pants. 

The tragedy happened so fast that they leave the church with terror news. 

THE DAUGHTER OF THE NUMBER ONE MULTIBILLIONAIRE IS KIDNAPPED

~~

The news was all over the televisions, radios, newspapers, and billboards; travelled in a snap of lighting from people to people. Just the power behold by well-off people.

Inside a dark room, there was the bride, wearing her wedding gown full of dirt. Her hair is messy and her make up loose but never had any effects on her beauty. Her feet is chained, together with her hands.

The dark room only rely on the small gas lamp hanging on the ceiling. Room wasn't that much small, three people could possibly fit in. There's a futon for her to sleep. 

Two bonnet men was guarding outside the room. They were playing chessboard game while betting their money. 

A minute later, a bonnet man approach them; he is holding a tray of plate with food and water. 

"Code, R.A. For food," he said. One man stand and open the locked door. 

As the man entered, the door closed. There, the man saw how the woman sit and bow her head. He examined her condition; seeing her hands full of dirt, and her reddish feet. Maybe she is trying to remove the chains. 

He sighed. "Eat," He walks towards her and squatted. 

He was about to place the tray on the floor but he noticed the cockroaches roaming around; instead, he sit on the floor and put the tray on his legs. 

"Please, don't kill me..." 

That is when the man hinted that the woman is crying. Days after when they kidnapped her, his heart began to pity her. He can't help but to volunteer delivering food for her and be the guard at night. 

"R.A, we are going. Keep an eye on her." The two men's footsteps walking away is heard. 

Silence eat up the whole room. He doesn't know why he can not help staring at her with such pity, although he can't see her full face due to bowed head and messy hair.

He sighed.

"Hey..." he broke the silence. "Listen, we will not kill you, I promise..."

"The hell your promise... a kidnapper promised. How irony,"

"...It's not like I want this..." he lowered his gaze to the tray of food. "Just eat this, you need to gather energy," he put the tray on the futon and walk outside.

He is now the guard for the rest of the night. He sits down on a wooden chair and removed his bonnet. He brush up his hair with frustration. 

"Get a grip, you need this, your family need this," he lecture himself multiple times just to remember why he was there. "Focus, you are the ace of the team."

Soon as he finished his sentence, he heard a loud coughing inside the room. Frantically, he ran inside making the wooden chair fell, and forgetting to wear his bonnet. He saw the woman trying to reached the glass of water spilled on the floor. Food on the plate wasn't even moved, but why does she cough? 

"Hey, what did you do?!" he squatted. 

The woman held her chest. "...Please... help me... I can't breathe..." 

He held the woman's chin and lift up her face. 

She was so beautiful. 

"I can't breathe... why don't you all... believe me..."

"What?!" the cried with his knotted brows.

Seems like the other guards doesn't care her being killed here inside the room, but he does!

He saw the heavy movements of her chest and her trembling hands. He notice her dried lips and her eyes full of tears.

He held her hands and looked at her directly to the eye. "Follow me, inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale..."

They repeated the sequence until the woman gradually breathe normally.

"Are you okay now?" he pushed her hair to her back and pinned the other little hair at the back of her ears. "Does your chest aches?"

She didn't answer. She stared and can't contain her curiousness. She's seeing his expressive eyes, but not his face because of the dim light. She was about to touch his face when suddenly he pulled his elbow and covered his face. He ran outside and locked the door.

~~

Days passed.

He continue delivering her food with a bonnet on for safety. They cannot reveal their faces and identity. 

But during those days, the women became gentle with him and even tried to talk to him. He only respond with minimal words. 

"Where do you live?" she asked.

"Somewhere," he responded.

He was sitting on the floor with a tray on his lap; not minding the dirt his pants could get, as long as the woman in front of him eats the food he cooked.

"What do you mean somewhere? Nearby?"

"No, far."

"How far?" the woman was so curious to him.

"Just... finish your food will you?"

"I will if you will answer one question I have in mind."

She became so warm to him. Gentle woman with soft features, definitely could make men fall in love with her.

"Why are you here?" she asked a question that made the man stiffened. "I don't think you belong here,"

But then he didn't answered.

Their leader called a meeting to dicuss the following plans for the woman.

They held the woman to the meeting.

"If we don't get the money, or anything else that leads to failure, kill the prisoner. I was called by the higher ups, and it was their command."

He hid his shocked emotion and took a glance to their prisoner who is now crying because of the news. 

It was a kidnap for ransom, but for some reason, of course, police and agents will not let this thing surpass. 

"Code R.A. Since you are the leader of this, I expect no failure. Things got played at the back of our palms because of you, you are one lucky clover we had."

Little did they know, things is much more interesting. 

At that night, Code R.A. open her room and helped her escaped. 

And that was the biggest decision he made that made his life change ever since.