06~ She Is Mine

He went to the cell to check on her, she was crying and likewise sleeping at the same time. Her body shivered as she sniffled, but her subconscious wasn't anywhere present in the room as nature had taken her unaware.

He was watching her, and he could hear her silent whimpers. He couldn't tell why he had come to the cell in the first place, why he was suddenly having a change of mind towards his father's decision.

The way she had looked at him with those teary eyes made a part of him grow soft instantly and he just can't give an explanation to it. He was supposed not to mind whatever his father does to her, he wasn't supposed to bother how life would be for her after now.

But some how, he wanted her to stay back, and for so many reasons he just can't explain why. He walked out of the cell, then he whispered some words to the guard before leaving for his room. Freya woke up by the sound of the door closing, she looked towards it but didn't see any one.

But with his scent he had left behind, Freya knew Vincenzo was here a minute ago. She also blamed herself for being the best caring sister yet, Olsen never showed up. He was some one who lacked love in his heart, so not being here for her wasn't some thing worth being surprised about.

She laid back on the bed, and the rest of the night she spent it crying. She wasn't ready to be married, she wasn't ready to be a mother. All she wants is a good job and a home far away from the Ferdinandos. To start a new life in a different location where no one will know of her existence.

When morning came, Freya was expecting the same men to come drag her out, but after what seemed like hours, nobody was standing by the door.

The guards had indeed come, but the very one who was in charge of the cell had refused to let them in under Vincenzo's order. The guards went to report to Mr Polio that Vincenzo had ordered the guards at the cell to decline any one from taking Freya.

This got Mr Polio annoyed, he stormed to Vincenzo's room. Kelly who was on the bed when he barged in, on seeing the look on his face, she excused herself. Vincenzo was less concerned about how his father looked, he had already made up his mind. 

No one is taking the girl.

"So, why the change of mind?" Mr Polio questioned, his voice strong and hard.

"Freya is my prisoner, you can't just come on a cold night to claim her. If she is to leave, then you've got to take permission from me first."

"And why should I?" He questioned. "I am your father, I don't need to take silly permissions from you."

"You're my father, but when it comes to business, there is no sentiment involved. Like I said, the girl stays with me." He finalized.

"We'll see about that." He turns to leave, when Vincenzo raises the cell keys.

"Well, I have the keys with me now. And don't forget, the doors are authorized by my fingerprints." He reminded him. Mr Polio turned to him with angry looking eyes, banging his fists on the desk.

"You... bastard!" He growled. "How dare you?" He snarled, pointing his first finger at him.

"Have you forgotten already? You taught me. You made me what I am today. At least, you should be a proud father. Freya Bred is mine, and mine alone. And she is not leaving this place until I say so." He finalized.

Immediately his father left the room, he sent in his personal guard to bring Freya out of the cell. Since he knew this was going to cause a lot of problems between him and his father, he decided for a change of plans. He was going to do whatever it is to see that he's got his eyes on her.

Meanwhile, Freya assumed the guard who had suddenly showed up was here to take her to Mr Polio. But to her greatest surprise, she landed in Vincenzo's room. His dark gaze fell on her, scanning her from head to toe. He could notice the visible reduction in weight. She was slimmer than she was on the first night he took her.

She knew she could never withstand those looks, so she buried her face to the ground. "I see the cell has been doing you more favor lately." Freya raised her gaze to him, throwing him a hard glare.

She mentally cursed him for making such a statement when she was almost looking more like a sickle celled person.

"You'll remain in this mansion for as long as I care, and it doesn't matter if Olsen shows up or not, you will remain my slave and you will do every thing I ask you to do. You will obey no man but me. That's rule number one." He stated the rules clearly.

Two maids walked in, bowing their heads at him. "They will take you to where you will get dressed. Ensure you have a good shower, your duty starts now." He looked over to the maids. "Take her."

"Follow us." They said in a calm voice. Freya turned to follow them, but she looks back at Vincenzo, a tear dropped on her cheek.

She was taken to the bathroom where she'd have her shower. They had arranged her new dress, packed her hair like every other maids, but they made her look a bit different since she is the personal maid to the master.

Freya knew this was another phase of life. A life she is to choose whether or not to accept. But some how, it was a lot better than having a grown man as her husband.

Kelly learnt of the new plan, she went to meet Vincenzo in his room to question him why he had agreed to have Freya as his maid. She wasn't much bothered about her being just a maid, but at the fact that she was too beautiful and might probably cause a change of intentions.

"You should have left her to remain in the cell until her brother is ready to give himself in."

"Even if I am to keep her in there for years, I know Olsen, he can never surrender himself to any one."

"But..." She paused.

"But what?" He asked.

"Nevermind."

Maybe, having Freya as his personal maid wasn't a bad idea after all.