CHAPTER 2

They arrived at a luxury house, to be more precise, a luxurious mansion belonging to the Adzura family. This was the first time for Fisya to see a luxurious house like the one in front of her now. She couldn't even estimate the size of the place. What was clear was that it was truly vast and… luxurious.

She, who was originally rebellious, was momentarily stunned and could only marvel at the luxury before her. However, when she came back to her current reality, the woman again struggled to break free.

“Let go! This hurts,” she sighed as the two men Regan had ordered to watch over her gripped her wrists tightly.

Because Fisya was getting more and more rebellious, one of the men pushed her so hard that she almost hit the car door.

"Hey! Are you out of your mind, huh?! Master will be angry if he gets hurt," protested one of his colleagues.

"She pissed me off!"

"But still you're wrong, idiot!"

The man snorted in annoyance and then glared at the frightened Fisya. “Can't you just shut up and obey our Master? If you continue to rebel, I will not hesitate to injure you!” he snapped.

Fisya trembled in fear. She was silent, but her tears could not be hidden. The car stopped, and they arrived at the courtyard of Regan Adzura's mansion. The car door opened, and the man who had pushed it pulled it violently out of the way.

Fisya was very scared. She didn't know what was wrong with him that the man accused him of kidnapping Adnan, even if it never crossed her mind. Should she be punished for a crime she never committed? Beat her.

She groaned in pain as one of them pushed Fisya hard to walk, while the other guards held her tightly. “A-ah… sick, stupid!”

Hearing Fisya's screams, Adnan, who had just got out of his car, immediately ran to the woman, but Regan quickly carried her forcibly. “Daddy, this uncle is evil! Don't hurt Mommy!" he cried while trying to hit the man who was tightly gripping Fisya's wrist.

"She's not your mother!" Regan snapped, starting to get annoyed with the drama of the boy in his lap.

Hearing that, Adnan even cried loudly, even the sound of his crying echoed. The child still thinks that Fisya is his mother. He didn't want to lose his mother again. "Father is lying! That's my mom … she is my mother!”

This is the first time Adnan has cried so hysterically for someone. In fact, the boy had never done that before. In fact, even when he was injured by falling, Adnan never cried hysterically. Actually, what did this woman do to her son— Regan thought?

"Okay, don't cry—"

"Don't hurt Mommy!"

"Okay, you two don't hurt this woman," he ordered his two men who were holding Fisya's arms tightly. "You wait in the room, okay?"

"I want to be with Mommy!"

Regan snorted in annoyance. Today Adnan is very much different from usual. "Adnan-"

"Adnan, wait in the room, okay? Auntie will go to your room after Aunt and your daddy's business is over, okay?" Fisya persuaded her.

With just that simple word, Adnan immediately nodded slowly. "Okay mommy. Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

Seeing Adnan so obedient, made Regan even more unable to understand. But, at least this way, he could bring Adnan back to his room first—he thought. The man walked away, leaving Fisya with her two men.

"Don't rebel anymore! Come with us. Otherwise, you will be in more danger than this!”

“You damn bastards!”

"Already! Do not talk too much!"

They took Fisya into the big house, put the girl in a dark room. They pushed Fisya to come in and sit on a chair in the room. The girl just gave up. Her hair was tangled and messy, now she just wished she could get out of this house as soon as possible—she thought.

"Tch! I should have jumped earlier," she muttered.

***

In his room, Regan was persuading Adnan, who had been asking for Fisya's whereabouts. The boy insisted that the woman was his mother, he even took out a photo of his late mother—Rose Marberry.

"Look at Dad... can't you see that she's mom?" he asked innocently as he handed the photo to Regan.

"You have to understand, she is not your mother!"

"She's Mommy! My mom!"

He doesn't know how to behave with a 6-year-old. Adnan, who could not hear the sound of such a shout, started crying even louder. Making Regan chuckle again. The woman has deceived her child, she can't be left alone – thought the man.

"I don't like you crying like that!"

"I want mom... to bring mommy to me," he whined.

Regan snorted in annoyance. This was Adnan's first rebellion against him. In fact, the boy was an obedient child before. She didn't know what Fisya had done to her son but she wouldn't stay silent—she thought.

"Okay, wait here, Daddy will meet her first." Regan left Adnan in his room. Adnan tried to wipe his tears, his fear getting bigger when his dad would meet his mom.

He stepped into a secret room with a sinister feeling. Many unused items are stored in this room. In fact, this room was so dark. It only relied on the sunlight that only entered through a small air vent. When she opened the door, the woman was sitting and thinking. Maybe he was tired or even his voice was gone, from screaming all the way—he thought.

Regan ordered his guards to get out of this room, leaving only the two of them in the dark room. Fisya was disturbed by the man's footsteps, which added to her fear, but she tried to remain calm. A sigh was heard from the man, while all the woman did was look down with a few tears falling down her cheeks.

"Put your face up and look at me," he said in a deep voice.

Fisya forced herself to look at the man in front of her. She already knew if he refused and rebelled, it would definitely add to the problem. The man stood up and glared at Fisya who was sitting on the chair.

"Let go of me," he pleaded hoarsely.

"What's your name?"

"Fisya Jazira," the girl answered slowly.

"What have you done to my son? What did you talk to him about, huh?”

Fisha furrowed her brows in surprise. “W-what do you mean, huh? I even only talked for no more than 5 minutes with your son. How can you accuse me of doing something I don't understand?"

Regan glared sharply. "There's no point in lying, you know that, right?"

"I do not lie! You just ask your son, you idiot!”

The man looked closely at Fisya, as did the woman. He wouldn't want to admit to a crime he didn't commit, this was so unfair—he thought.

Regan sighed heavily when he saw the honesty in the woman's eyes. "How old are you?"

Fisya is even more surprised. What does this man in front of her really want from her? Why ask personal questions? What a strange man. "27 years."

"Where is your house address?" Hearing that question, Fisya immediately widened her eyes at the man. "Just answer me, I'm just trying to interrogate," he said, before Fisya grumbled.

"Way Street," she answered simply.

"Stand up," he said. Fisya obediently complied. "Open your clothes."

Hearing that, Fisya immediately glared sharply. "I'm trying to be patient with you guys treating me like this, but this time I won't stay silent. What right do you have to do this to me, huh?!”

"I don't like being refused, follow my orders!"

This time Fisya was really annoyed, it felt like dying was better than having to humble herself in front of that damn foreign man. Her eyes saw something, a glass bottle on her right side. She quickly grabbed the bottle and banged it against the wall until it broke and then she put it around her neck.

"I wouldn't want to do that. Instead of me having to lower my pride in front of you, I'd rather just die. After all, I was going to do that before your son came to me," he hissed.

Regan glared at the woman. "Just do it."

She really is a ruthless man—Fisya thought.

Although at first she was afraid, slowly the woman pressed the pointy part of the bottle until it finally hurt some of the skin on her neck. Blood began to drip. At that moment, Regan, who did not know that the woman in front of him was insane, immediately brushed the bottle away.

"Are you crazy, huh?! Gosh," he complained as he tore off Fisya's skirt and covered the wounds so the blood wouldn't continue to flow from there.

The woman smiled bitterly, seeing how Regan was so panicked.Mulaithe wounds so the blood wouldn't continue to flow from there.

The woman smiled bitterly, seeing how Regan was so panicked.