Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Alexandre has smashed everything in his path. His little princess has been missing for a week. He's panicked, completely desperate, he doesn't know what else to do.

Angry, full of hatred and resentment, he screams to release the tension that is embedded in his heart. His daughter is everything in his life.

He sits on the floor with his hands on his head and cries like he couldn't cry at his beloved wife's funeral.

Morgana was born when Alexander was eighteen. He hadn't intended to be a father so soon, but if God wanted it that way, who was he to say anything?

So, as soon as his little princess was born, Alexandre asked his girlfriend to marry him. His father, a very serious but fair man, was enchanted by his newborn granddaughter and helped his son with all the wedding preparations and let them live in the Aguiar Mansion, where Alexandre still lives today.

Ten happy years passed until his wife discovered terminal cancer, which took her four months.

During this period, Alexandre suffered the devil's bread and spent tons of money, but he made the most of his wife's suffering.

He loved Juliana like no other woman in his life. Today, he is called "The Aguiar Widower".

Many try to seduce him. Alexandre is still very handsome at 43, but the best they can do is get him into bed and not to the altar, as most of them want.

Morgana, the only daughter of such a beautiful love, was now missing. Alexander's heart has been bleeding ever since.

With watery eyes and disconnected thoughts, he got up and walked to the kitchen.

He walked into the room, leaving the servants dumbfounded. One looked at the other without understanding why his boss was in the kitchen.

Quietly, I watched her sad eyes and the deep circles under her eyes.

Raising his head, Alexandre asked the cook with a vacant look:

"Where are the glasses?"

"Here, sir." She showed him as she opened the door to the cabinet and took a glass for her boss.

Alexandre takes the glass without saying thank you. Once again downcast, he went back to his office and locked himself in. Walking on the shards of all the glasses he's already broken.

Pouring himself a whisky. He only stops pouring the drink into the glass when it overflows. He spills it almost at once and throws the glass on the floor.

Tired of drinking and completely drunk, he cries again for his little princess. The last time he was like this was when his beloved wife died, but he cried very little, almost nothing compared to crying over the disappearance of his little girl.

This time, however, the situation for Alexandre is more desperate, because only God knows what could happen to his beloved little girl and he fears it.

Climbing the stairs, his body was unsteady, so at the top, he tripped over his legs and fell to his knees. Curling up on the floor, he began to cry again.

"Ah, my little girl…"

One of his security guards came up the stairs after hearing his boss shouting for his daughter.

"Sir, let me help you.", He said, offering his hand.

Nervous, Alexandre pushed him away.

"Let go of me! Go find my daughter! I don't want to see your face until I find her!", shouted the man, hysterical.

"That's why I'm here, sir. I've found a clue. Unfortunately, it's the only one we have. We'll have to follow it."

Alexander grabbed the security guard's arm and stood up abruptly, grabbing him by the suit.

"Find my daughter, if only in hell itself! Let's go to my office, I want you to tell me what you've found out."

With blood in his eyes, he said as he kneaded his clothes until his knuckles turned white. Alexandre pushed the security guard, who slammed his back against the wall, but he understood his boss's position; if he were a father, he would surely be desperate and unbalanced too.

"Come on!", Alexandre exclaimed loudly, walking as straight as he could to his office.

As he entered, he pointed to a chair and asked the security guard to sit down. He too took his seat and waited patiently until the man began to speak.

He drums his fingers on the table as he listens attentively to what his chief security guard has to say.

When he has finished telling him everything that has happened and his discovery, the security guard looks at his boss, who is frowning. For a brief moment, with his hand on his chin, he looks pensive, which, by the way, is quite distressing.

"Sir...?," he calls out.

Alexandre gets up, staggers a little, and holds onto the edge of the table to stop himself falling, saying:

"It seems they've taken her to Saudi Arabia, right? So that's where we're going! Get everything ready, we're leaving tonight."

"Yes, sir."

The security guard has left the office. And even though he's completely drunk, Alexandre can think and is happy to have some hope. He just hopes it's not false or too late.

"I'm finally going to find you, my little princess.", he says.

He goes to his room. Wanting to put an end to his drinking binge, he needs to be as sober as possible, so he takes off his clothes and has a nice cold shower.

"Oh, what ice!", he said, feeling several shivers and slamming his hand against the wall.

Meanwhile, in the sheik's apartment, he hears someone opening the door. He gets up and goes into the living room.

"Nana, I'm so glad you're here!" he said, hugging the woman who had been his nanny since he was born.

"Hello, my son! I hear you're in trouble. Where is the young woman who needs me?", asks Nana, following him into the bedroom.

"Here she is, Nana. I'm waiting for the doctor to arrive."

Nana approached the bed and looked closely at the young woman.

"She's beautiful! But she's so badly beaten, a poor thing. Who did this, my son?"

"It was a drug dealer, although I don't know who did it, but I'll find out sooner or later."

"Be careful, dear, you don't know what kind of person this young woman is. Maybe she's not a good person, maybe she's even the wife of a mobster."

Zayn frowned, he hadn't stopped to think about it, all the while imagining that the woman might just be a frightened teenager.

The thought that the beautiful young woman might be married and had been kidnapped to stir up her husband's anger gave him a feeling that immediately tormented him.

Zayn was interested in the woman as soon as he laid eyes on her, but maybe she was married or the mistress of some powerful man.

The only thing left to do is wait for her to wake up and then find out who she is.