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
I quickly closed the door after we went out. The door was double-locked, so it would be hard for him to open it since we had the key. "Just leave me, Caroline. Run away. Save yourself," Clarissa said as I helped her down the stairs. "I won't leave you here. We'll get out of this together, Clarissa!" I adjusted the blanket wrapped around her body. "Just trust me," I whispered. "Ma'am Clarissa!" When we reached the bottom, we stopped walking and looked to see who was calling her. I closed my eyes when I saw Ken's men heading towards us. "Run away, Caroline. Just leave me here!" Clarissa shouted. She pushed me away from her. I pulled her instead of leaving her and letting Ken's men catch up. "I'll never leave you here!" We worked together to open the door with Clarissa. We both fell when Ken's men suddenly fired. I stood up and tried to open the locked door. I smiled when I managed to open it. I helped Clarissa stand up until we got out. Ken's men chased us. I looked at Clarissa.
I clung to Miguel's waist. It felt like electricity coursed through my body when he held my hand. I peeked at Ken. I swallowed when I saw his men surrounding us. "We're cornered," Alexander whispered. "You'll give them to me, or I'll kill you right here on my territory," Ken threatened. I felt Miguel's tight grip on my hand. "Let's see who dies first," Miguel challenged. My eyes widened when I heard a loud explosion at Ken's mansion. Everyone turned to see the burning house. "What the—Ah!" Ken shouted when he looked back because Miguel shot his left leg. His men immediately helped him. Clarissa wanted to go to him, but Alexander quickly stopped her. They all fired at Ken's other men. I covered my two ears and closed my eyes. I almost fell when Miguel pulled me away. I heard his sharp curses when they suddenly fired at us. We took cover behind a large hardwood tree. So did Alexander and Clarissa. "Do you know how to use a gun?" Miguel asked me. I widened my eyes when he handed
Caroline slammed the door to her room after discovering Alexander had revisited their house. Alexander invited her on a date, and her mother quickly agreed. This was against Caroline's will as she was scared of Alexander. "Open the door, Caroline. Alexander is here to visit!" Glenda, Caroline's mother, shouted as she knocked on the door. "I don't want him, Mom. Yes, he's rich, but he's an addict and a psychopath. I don't want to marry him!" Caroline shouted in frustration. Alexander Mercedez is the son of one of the wealthiest individuals in the business industry in the Philippines. He is indeed an addict and a psychopath. He has had feelings for Caroline for a long time, and he has intimidated all of Caroline's suitors. Caroline's parents and Alexander's parents found out about this, leading both families to believe that marriage between the two would be the solution to reform Alexander. "Alexander loves you, Caroline. Can't you see that? They are wealthy, and the wealthy should
Miguel's hand firmly rested on Caroline's waist as he guided her towards the elevator. Caroline tensed up as they stepped inside. Miguel's proximity and the evident tension and anticipation in his grip on her waist sparked her imagination. She felt nervous because she didn't have any neighbors there. She owned the entire floor. Caroline lifted her gaze to the front as the doors closed. She caught their reflections in the mirrored walls. She swallowed repeatedly as she saw Miguel's unfamiliar face. He looked so refined in his coat and tie. She wanted to step back and reconsider her decision. Her lips parted when she noticed him watching her intensely and darkly. It was evident in Miguel's gaze that he was losing his composure. She tried to avert her eyes, but it was as if they were magnetically drawn to his. His eyes pulled her back. "What's the matter? Are you scared?" he whispered, his voice so close to her ear. It sent a ticklish sensation down her spine, almost making her shrink