CHAPTER 2: FIANCEE

Carla Christine POV

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When I came back from the cemetery, I went home. I’m excited to see my auntie and uncle. They have both taken care of me since my parents passed away. To the two of them, I also first entrusted our company and other businesses that were bequeathed to me while I was studying and before I turn 24 years old. They never left me. They took care of me like an own child and the same care they did for the company and business that my parents left me.

So even though I lost my parents, somehow I still felt the love of having a parent. But, no one can match my parent’s care and love for me.

But now my twenty-fourth birthday is now going to be transferred to me again, the name of the company and other business that my parents left me. Apart from finishing my studies, I will resign from my job and will focus on the legacy my parents left me. So it was as if I was taking care of my parents as well.

My parents, they both worked hard to take care of the company and business, bequeathed to me. And, if I took care of their hard work that my parents bequeathed to me, it would be as if I were taking care of them—if they were still alive.

“Auntie, Uncle!” I called when I get inside the house.

I’m wondering because I don’t even have even one person seen in this house. Even a guard who should have opened the gate for me earlier was gone.

“Auntie?”

I started wandering around the house, even in the bathroom I searched and even in the maid quarters, I searched. But I didn’t see a single person.

I frowned in surprise after I saw our maids’ cabinet was open and empty, so I also opened the other maid’s cabinet and their belongings and clothes were also empty. Why don’t they have evened one clothes here or things?

After I opened all the cabinets, I felt nervous. I don’t know where the nervousness I feel came from. I just felt it.

I don’t know, but I thought of going inside the house and straight to Uncle and Aunt’s room. After I entered here, I went straight to their walking closet.

I felt a surge of astonishment rush through me as I walked in. I did not see even a single piece of jewellery, bags, shoes, and other belongings. I opened their cabinet, and even their clothes were no longer here.

“What is happening?” I asked myself as I opened the cabinets one by one. But, I didn’t see even one of their things.

My forehead furrowed, following I heard unfamiliar voices outside this walking closet. Just as I saw it, the door closed.

To my surprise, I left the room and descended.

As I was going down the stairs, I saw at the end of this staircase a man. I didn’t notice that as I was descending; I was just staring at him and I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t take my gaze off his dry eyes. But how can I take my eyes off this man? The pair of thin dry eyes is captivating. He has a sharp nose and pink lips that look like a non-smoker.

I look like a princess, that when I come down to the end of this staircase, there is a prince waiting for me to dance for me under the moon.

It was only three steps before I could get down the stairs, but I stopped walking, as I noticed I was close to the man. It seemed like I had only seen him in my whole life.

“Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in here?” I asked one question after another.

I don’t know where this feeling came from for the man in front of me. As I stared into his pair of eyes for a long time, I felt scared. Afraid I don’t understand where it came from.

“Carla Christine Zabala?”

His low tone of voice is captivating to the ear.

I shook my head at the time I saw myself again, staring at him involuntarily.

“I’m Carla Christine Zabala. How did you know my name?” I ask as I slowly retreat up the stairs.

I don’t have a good feeling about this guy. I didn’t even know him by face, so how did he know my name—my full name? And another thing, he did not answer who he was and how he got inside our house.

“Come along to me quietly.”

After he said that, I rushed upstairs. As I ran, I heard his footsteps running upwards—to me.

Even before the man could catch up with me, I entered my room, where it was the closest I had run to.

As soon as I entered the room, I locked the door and then took a few steps back.

“Carla Christine Zabala! I am warning you! Get out of there!He clenched his fists and shouted with fury.

“Why would I?! Who are you?! What do you need?!” I shout back. I didn’t notice my fear in my voice. And forced not to stutter at everything I say.

“At the count of three and you haven’t come out yet, I’ll break down this door!” The man shouted again once it slammed the door.

“No! Even if you count to one thousand, I won’t open the door!”

“One! Don’t wait for me to count to three!”

I was stunned as the man slammed the door from outside. The door to my room was thick, but with the force of his slam, it seemed like it would be destroyed just because of that. What is that man? A monster? He was so upset that he can broke the door of my room.

“Two! Open this fuckn door before I destroy it!”

“What do you need?! Why don’t you just tell me?!” I shout.

I didn’t notice that in my extreme fear, my tears were already dripping from my pair of eyes. I just noticed that I was crying because I had sneezed and was having trouble breathing because of the cold that was blocking my nose.

“Two and a half! I am fuckn warning you, Carla Christine Zabala! You won’t like what I do to you by the time my count reaches three!”

His voice was louder and fuller, which made my hair stand on and in fear.

I glanced at something I could use against him in case he got into the room. With the force of his slap on the door of my room, it was not vague that at any moment he could enter here in my room.

“Carla Christine Zabala! Are you really trying my patience, huh?!”

Who is that man? Why is he bothering me? As far as I know, I don’t know him or I have never seen him in my life. His furious gaze pierced through me, leaving me bewildered and unable to comprehend the reason for his anger. Why does he seem so angry with me?

“When it reaches three, I am telling you this again. You won’t like what I will do to you!”

“Ah!” I froze when I broke the flower vase on my table. I didn’t notice it because of the extreme fear I was feeling.

“Fuck! What’s wrong with you there?! Open this fuckn door!”

Even though I could barely stand because of the extreme softness I was feeling, I just ran to my walking closet.

Entering my walking closet, I hid behind one of my cabinets. I closed its door and covered my mouth so as not to create any noise.

I closed my eyes and even with my breathing, I held back so that I could not create any noise, especially when I heard the loud opening of my bedroom door and heard that man’s voice more clearly.

“Carla Christine Zabala, where the hell are you?!”

My whole body trembled even more than I held my breath and held my breath just to not make any noise.

My pair of eyes widened when I heard the door of my closet open and in a few moments, from here with me hiding, I saw again the man who was looking for me. Until he saw me in the closet, I was hiding.

“There you are...”

I hugged myself as it sat in front of me and looked at me.

I wanted to shout, I wanted to ask what he needed from me, I wanted to move and push him, I wanted to run away from the man in front of me, but in my extreme fear I could do nothing but cry.

I don’t know what happens to me? Why am I so scared of the man in front of me? I’ve been a brave person since that incident happened but, I don’t know where my courage went during these times.

“Carla Christine Zabala, you’re mine now.”