All Chapters of RESCUED BY THE DON'S BROTHER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After the door closes, I jerk myself from the bed, forgetting my headache. I need to know what this damn place is and why it is hitting me with a sense of fear and worry.I open the door slowly, like a slave trying to escape from her cage, but a voice stops me from popping my head out. "Hello, boss!" Someone greets him along the corridor with a tone a bit softer than his, and I get eager to listen to their conversation, so I hide behind the door."Ajay, hello! I was about to send it to you. How have things been running in my absence?" That was Ejay. And, did I hear him say, Ajay? What a good rhyme of names! Is he his son or brother?"Everything is fine, boss. Except for, well, you know who. She hasn't been of any help." Ajay's response aroused my suspicions. I feel there is something fishy here. My head is about to burst with pain again, but I force myself to listen a little more."Talk to her one more time, and let her know that I am giving her the last chance. If she does not want t

It's a chilly Friday evening, marking my two-week stay in this goddamned brothel, known as The Well's Club. The only thing I am grateful for these past two weeks is my recovery. I had my bandage removed a few days ago, and the headaches do not come often. They only come when I tend to think a lot.Unfortunately, my memory is not yet back, and that sucks! Second, at least this monster called Ejay has not introduced me to this thing of random men paying for a lady's nonsense duties or asking me to go swing my almost naked body on stage in the name of entertaining his illegal business partners like ladies here do. I don't blame them, though. They just follow the orders of the high and mighty drug lord, Ejay. Yes, this is not just an ordinary club. It is the dwelling place of all evil. From the sale of drugs to prostitution, the brothel, and keeping girls against their will, God knows what else makes me pity the girls. I pity us. I do not know how long I will be privileged, given that I a

Days have gone by, but things in my head are still the same. I am still trying to come to terms with my new life after losing my memory, which is taking a toll on me. It's so difficult. I know nothing about my previous life except that I was a musician. Well, I still am.I have been listening to my songs through the laptop Ejay gave me, and I wish I could go back to my usual self. The purse that Ejay gave me had nothing inside it aside from my ATM and a chain. He said the ID was there too, but just like he does with the girls here, he confiscated it for the usual security reasons. There is no phone that I can track down people with, and nothing else useful.The question lingering in my head is: What did the people who supposedly wanted to kill me want? Money? It's been weeks of beating myself up, trying to figure out what really happened to me. What happened to my family if I had one? But nothing comes to mine, and there is no sign that I will be lucky to know anything any time soon b

Today marks exactly two months and one week since I came to this place. And today is the beginning of another chapter in my life. I have no idea what awaits me ahead of this journey that I am just starting, but I am starting anyway, and I am not looking back. I have replaced all the bitterness I had for this place, and Ejay in particular, with the hope and determination to reinvent myself, but that does not mean I am accepting to spend my life here with these murderers. One thing I have vowed to myself is that no one will distract me from this course. I am fighting for my freedom. I am chasing my happiness, and I am willing to pay the price. Whatever the price,Isn't it said that it's not because things are difficult that we don't dare; rather, it's because we don't dare that things are difficult? Well, I have no one as far as I know, and if I don't dare to help myself, then no one will come to my rescue. I am not going to wait to helplessly die here, like a useless dog. I have refuse

It's so dark in this room. It is so dark that I cannot recognize the faces of the people around me. All I can hear are croaked voices that are so confusing. I don't know if they are the voices of men or women, because they are inaudible too. I try to take a close look at their faces, but all I see is darkness. I stand up and walk towards something that looks like a door, with a little light coming in through it. I still don't see anything but darkness. What is this place? I turn to walk back inside, but I hear two voices calling my name. One is coming from inside the house, and the other from outside. The one from outside is for a girl, clear and audible enough, and the one from inside is for a man, struggling to breathe. I stand on the spot, listening to the voices again, and they call me a second time all together. "Who is it?" I ask, taking a few steps into the darkness outside, but the male voice calls for me, making me stop. They both need my help. Who should I go to first? Who i