I waited for a few minutes for them to finish their smoking and coffee before we left for the Italian restaurant Alexander had booked.Mommy and Daddy walked ahead, while Alexander walked beside me. Cecile was busy chatting with Miguel about random things. I heard her asking him about his life. He only answered with "yes" or "no."As we arrived at the parking lot, I turned to Miguel. He was my driver, so I should be the one getting in his car, but Alexander pulled me towards his vehicle."You're getting in my car," Alexander said before opening the door for me. When I turned back to look at Miguel, I saw my sister happily getting into the car. "Are you getting in or are you going to get in the other car?" he asked irritably, slamming the door shut.I was surprised when he pulled me towards the car driven by Miguel. I noticed my parents turn around as well."Oh, aren't you going to use your car, Alexander?" Cecile asked as she opened her window."We're getting in this car. It seems lik
MIGUEL'S POV We had been standing outside the VIP Room of this Italian restaurant, where the Brooks and Mercedez families were dining, for an hour now. I was with Rene, one of Sir Samson's trusted men, and the other men from Mr. Mercedez's team. We were instructed by both families to keep watch because Mr. Mercedez's wife had been restless all evening. "How's your job as a bodyguard for Sir Samson's daughter?" Rene suddenly asked. I turned to him. "It's fine, sir," I replied. "Isn't she difficult to deal with? Many people say she has a bad temper. Does Ma'am Caroline make your life difficult?" I quickly shook my head. "Not at all. Ma'am Caroline is kind to me. Sometimes she yells at me, but I'm used to it. I think she's tired from work." "That's good to hear. Hopefully, you'll stay with her, especially since you were the first person Sir Samson hired to guard his daughter." "Didn't she have a bodyguard or someone to watch over her before, Rene?" I asked curiously. Rene leaned
I dropped my gun and fell to the ground. I looked up at the armed men and then back at Dom. I checked his pulse. My eyes closed as I realized he was gone."I'm so sorry, Dom. I didn't mean to. I didn't know this was your line of work," I whispered, taking his hand. "I'm so sorry...""Miguel!"I turned when I heard Rene's voice. I quickly wiped the tears forming in my eyes and picked up my gun."Did you see who took Ma'am Caroline?" Rene asked, his eyes falling on Dom. He checked if he was still alive. "He's dead."I gripped my gun tighter. "I shot him, Rene.""Don't think about it, whether you killed someone or not. We need to save Ma'am Caroline, Miguel."I looked around. "Where are they? Why aren't you with them?"I fell to the ground when the enemy suddenly fired. Rene pulled me down and we took cover behind a large pillar. "Sir Samson ordered me to follow you after I dropped them off at the parking lot," he replied, firing back at the enemy."Why are there so many of them? We only
"Rest in peace, Rene," I whispered.I picked up my gun and chased after the enemy. Exiting the restaurant, I saw them putting Caroline into a black van. I hid behind a pillar when they started firing at me.I cursed as they started the engine. I looked around. I hid behind the parked cars and tried to shoot the other enemies."Holy shit!" I cursed loudly when I saw the enemy driving away.I ran to the parking lot, quickly got into the car, and started the engine. I sped up when I noticed the enemy's car was getting away. They started firing at me again when they saw I was following them. I ducked to avoid the bullets.My eyes fell on my phone when I saw Sir Samson calling. I quickly picked it up and answered the call."Did you get my daughter?" he asked directly."Not yet, Sir. There are too many of them. I'm following them now. I don't know where they're taking Ma'am Caroline.""Where's Rene? I've been calling him, but he's not answering!" Sir Samson shouted angrily.I sighed before
CAROLINE'S POV I slowly opened my eyes when I felt a cold hand touch my face. My vision was still blurry. "You're awake," I heard a familiar voice. My eyes widened when I saw Ken Salazar's face. "Good morning, Baby." I sat up abruptly and quickly got out of bed. I hugged myself. "Where am I? Where did you take me?" I asked anxiously. I looked at myself. I was wearing different clothes. "I brought you to my house, Caroline." He answered coldly. He tried to touch me, but I quickly stood up and got off the bed. "Don't touch me! Stay away from me!" I shouted at him. He smirked and stood up. He fixed my bed. "What's wrong, Caroline? I just took you away from your boyfriend. We both know he's a bad guy." "Do you want me to thank you for what you did? You're doing the wrong thing, Ken. Take me back to my family!" "No! I can't take you back there. Stay here, Caroline. You're mine!" His voice suddenly became louder. I stepped back. "You're mine. I won't let you go to any other man!"
I slapped Ken hard when he tried to kiss me. "I'll never be your bride!" I shouted angrily, and I was about to slap him again, but he caught my hand. "You're my bride, Caroline! Three days left, and we'll get married!" Ken said, tightening his grip on my hand. "Let me go!" I complained, trying to pull my hand away from him. "I don't love you! We can't get married! Marriage is for two people who love each other, Ken! You're not the one I love!" "That's not possible! You should only love me..." He stroked my cheek. "I won't let any other man have your heart!" "Let me go, Ken! I don't love you! You're crazy!" "No!" he yelled angrily and pushed me roughly onto the bed. My heart raced when he suddenly took off his long white white sleeve. "You're mine. I own you, Caroline." I quickly stood up as he approached me. I was about to run, but he grabbed my dress. I hugged myself when I heard the ripping sound of my dress. I fell face-first on the floor when I tripped. When I looked up, Ke
I nervously stepped out of the bathroom, seeing the phone's owner. She was taking down the dirty curtains in the room. I clutched my chest. "Are you okay?" Ken asked me. He helped me walk to the soft bed. "I was worried when I heard you were feeling unwell. Did you eat something you didn't like?" I looked at him. His eyes were full of concern. If I hadn't experienced trauma with him, I would have thought he was sincere. I removed his hand from my waist. "I-I'm fine, Ken. I'm feeling a little better." "Does anything hurt? Do you want me to call our family doctor for—" I put my two fingers on his lips to silence him. "No need. I'm fine. Don't overreact." I looked back at the old maid. My eyes widened when I saw her fumbling in her pocket where she put the phone. I just focused my attention on Ken. "I'm going to rest for a while, Ken," I said, pretending to be weak. "Are you sure you're okay? I'll call Dr. Whale to check on you." I grabbed Ken's hand as he was about to leave. He
I woke up when I heard something fall and break. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. "Have mercy on me, Ken. I'm suffering—Ah!" I peeked through a small hole when I heard the woman who helped me earlier cry out. My eyes widened when I saw Ken. The woman's hands and feet were chained. He was undressing her while she cried. I was about to stand up, but the woman suddenly looked at me. She shook her head. "Stop it, Ken. I'm so tired. Just let me go," the woman pleaded. "No, Clarissa. I won't let you go until I see Caroline," Ken said. He kissed Clarissa on the neck. She struggled, but Ken just laughed. "I'll only let you go when we're married. I'll do to her what I'm doing to you." "You're a demon! I thought you were an angel who fell from heaven. You're the devil's son!" Clarissa shouted angrily. "Just watch your words, Clarissa. You're still my wife," Ken said, which shocked me. "In the eyes of God, you're not my husband! You're a criminal! Our marriage is fake!" Clarissa stru
A man approached Miguel and put his hand on his shoulder.“I don’t care if you’re her date,” the man said, glancing at me. “I’m going to teach him a lesson!”My eyes widened as the man suddenly punched Miguel. But Miguel quickly dodged the punch, sending the man sprawling to the ground. I got out of the car and pulled Miguel away from the man.A few men approached us, presumably the man’s friends. They helped him to his feet.“Let me go!” the man yelled angrily and kicked the men helping him up.“Drake, that’s enough. You’re drunk. Don’t start any trouble!” shouted a man with dark skin and curly hair.“I’m going to teach that woman a lesson! How dare she call me a b-” He didn’t finish his sentence before he threw up.“Let’s just take him home. He’s drunk,” said one of his companions, who had slanted eyes. He looked at us. “Guys, please excuse our friend. He doesn’t know how to control himself when he’s drunk. We are sorry for the inconvenience.”Miguel just nodded. He put his arm arou
I excitedly entered my room. I searched for clothes in my suitcase that I could wear. I found a black strapless silk dress. I looked at myself in the big mirror. After I got dressed, I put on light makeup just enough so that the swelling of my eyes wouldn’t be noticeable.“I’m done!” I announced when I came out of my room. I furrowed my brow when I saw what Miguel was wearing. “We’re going to a bar.”He was wearing a black suit and black pants. In his outfit, he looked like a mafia boss, and he became even more handsome.“I don’t have anything else to wear, Caroline. You’re the only one who’s going to drink. I’m your bodyguard. I’ll watch over you while you’re partying,” he said gruffly.Sometimes I wonder if he works for my family. Since we became close, our way of addressing each other became casual. I can also show myself to him, the real me.He opened the car door for me. I immediately got in. I looked at myself in the mirror. I adjusted my eyeliner and eyeshadow.“Fasten your sea
I wanted to go with him to ease the problems I was thinking about. But I immediately changed my mind when I heard Love Rein’s name again.“Love Rein was asking what your favorite foods are. She plans to visit here.” Miguel sat on the floor.I closed my eyes before facing him. I forced a smile. “Did you tell her where I’m living now?”Miguel nodded. “She wants to be friends with you. There’s nothing wrong with that, I think -”“I need some privacy, Miguel! It would help if you hadn’t told her where I live. Why are you so impulsive? You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be friends with her or not. I know you’re friends with her. You two have a history, especially since you have feelings for each other. You’re friends with her, Miguel. I’m not. You shouldn’t have told her where I live!”“I told her the address of your house, Caroline. I didn’t tell her you’re living in the condo,” said Miguel. I covered my mouth. “I won’t force you to be friends with her if you don’t want to.” He stood u
I stayed in my room all day. I wanted to be alone, so I told Miguel to go grocery shop for food.I opened my social media accounts, hoping my friends had unblocked me. My shoulders slumped when I saw that I was still blocked in their social media accounts.I created a new account. I followed them all and immediately sent them messages. I placed my phone on the table after I sent them messages on their respective social media accounts.I continued sipping the warm soup Miguel cooked. He’s a good cook. It was like I was eating at an expensive restaurant. I looked at the rice Miguel put on my plate earlier. I swallowed when I finished it all. It was the first time I ate that much rice again.I picked up my phone when I noticed someone was calling. I smiled with joy when I saw Avery’s name. I quickly answered it."Hello, Ave!" I tried to adjust my voice so she wouldn’t notice I had been crying. "Ave? Avery? Are you there?" I asked when she didn’t answer.I heard her clear her throat on th
I grabbed a large suitcase and packed my belongings. I took my car keys before leaving my room. As I opened the door, I saw Daddy standing by the side."Caroline, let's talk first. Don't leave—""We have nothing to talk about, Dad. You lied to me. You made me a fool!" I yelled, dragging my suitcase down the stairs. Daddy followed me. I quickened my pace. "What reason do I have to stay in this house, Dad? Mommy is furious with me. I don't want to add to her problems."I caught Cecile in the living room. She was watching TV, and her smile stretched from ear to ear when she saw my large suitcase."Want me to see you out?" she asked sarcastically."That's enough, Cecile! Don't talk to your sister like that!" Daddy scolded her."Why, Dad? She's the one who wants to leave the house. We're not kicking her out. But it's good that she's leaving so there will be fewer people to feed." She rolled her eyes.I smiled. My whole life, I've been trying to get their attention. Now she calls me a freel
Mommy lowered the glass she was holding. She grabbed another cigarette and lit it. It was like I wasn't even there in front of them."Why aren't you answering my question?" I turned to Mommy's friends. "Do you know anything about who I am?"They didn't answer. They just looked down. I gasped."Oh, there's Samson. We're going home, Glenda," Tita Monique said. She stood up and grabbed her bag.Mommy just nodded and took a sip of her cigarette. "Be careful on the road. Thanks for visiting. Just text or call me when we go to the casino again.""Are you leaving?" Daddy asked Mommy's friends when he arrived."Yes, Samson. Samantha and I have somewhere to be. We'll leave you for now," Tita Monique answered. She pulled Tita Samantha outside even though she wasn't done putting on her makeup."How are you feeling, hija?" Daddy asked me. He tried to hold my hand, but I quickly pulled it away."Are you my father from outside, Dad?" I asked. His eyes widened. He turned to Mommy and Cecile."What k
I lent Miguel some clothes. I have plenty of large garments that I don't use anymore. I also finished tending to his wounds and bruises. "Why don't you just sleep here? Stay with me," I said while preparing some milk. I got some food from the mini-fridge and placed it on the table. "You know that's not possible, Caroline." He stood up and helped me carry the food. "Someone might see us. I also need to go back to my room in case your Dad looks for me." "I'll lock my room. They won't be able to open it because it's locked from the inside." I peeled an orange. "What you're thinking is dangerous. I don't want to lose my job, and I don't want to ruin your life if they find out about us." He fed me a piece of chocolate. "Just for tonight. Please, Miguel. I'm scared to sleep alone, especially since the police haven't caught Ken yet, and all the policemen who were with you died earlier." He held my hands. "I'll leave once you fall asleep." "Don't you want to sleep beside me?" I tried t
I was catching my breath after Miguel ate my pearl of the Orient. He unbuttoned his pants. His large manhood was exposed, as if ready to go to war. My cheeks flushed as I remembered what I had done before. I sat properly, watching him undress his boxer shorts. I repeatedly bit my lip as he took off his boxers. His manhood stood erect. I wanted to touch it, to taste it, to play with it. "Is this your way of courting me?" I asked. My gaze was still fixed on his manhood. "Don't you like it?" He held his manhood. "I'm just curious why you didn't agree to be my boyfriend. You still want to court me," I replied. "Don't answer me because you know I have feelings for you. I want us to have mutual feelings before you answer me. I'm not rushing you. I want you to think about your decision carefully. I don't want you to regret your decision, Caroline." I couldn't speak. I was tongue-tied by what he said. He made a point that mutual feelings are important before I answer him. But in my case
I wrapped my arms around Miguel's neck and followed the movement of his lips. I felt his hand moving on my back. He was writing something, but I didn't understand because I was busy kissing him.He suddenly stopped kissing me. I looked at him. "This is wrong," he said. He took my hand, which was wrapped around his neck."W-Why?" I wrapped my arms around his waist. "I thought you missed me?""What we're doing is wrong, Caroline," Miguel said hoarsely. It felt like cold water was poured over me in embarrassment. He held my two legs. He stroked them."Is there a problem, Miguel?" I asked. I searched for his eyes. He didn't want to look directly at me. "Don't you want to? Are you tired of me?""You are my problem, Caroline," he answered. I felt like I lost all my strength. "What we're doing is wrong. You have a boyfriend, and everyone knows it. I don't want to reach a point where anyone finds out what we're doing. I don't want to ruin your and your family's reputation.""Is that all you t