Chapter 3 ~ It's him ~

*Unknown Person’s Pov *

 

Who was that bastard to marry my queen or think he could? How dare was he?  He wanted to snatch the most precious person in my life.

No way, never can, and I never will let that happen. Now I’m back, and I will let him know who the real king is. A person like me who can destroy him or a person like him who only knows how to steal from someone else – I will show him who the real man is.

Now he will know that this city’s real king is back.

Everyone should know what would happen when someone touches his girl, whom he had been guarding for five years.

Yeah, five long years. Every sells inside his body, yearning for her, so how he could give anyone the chance to take her away from him. But he was worried about how she will react.

 

Anna's POV 

I came downstairs with them, and they took me inside a dining room; I was left in too much awe. I couldn’t express how big the dining room was. If I run here for 2 or 3 times only, I'm sure I can lose 3 or 4 pounds.

These rich people were too much. A middle-class people couldn't even afford our basic needs in our daily lives, but they would do everything they desired.

I looked everywhere, but I didn't notice anyone else. I turned and looked around.

A man came to me. From his clothes, he looked like a chef or cook.

“Madam, what do you want to eat? Please order anything you want,” he informed me like I was the owner. Did he know I was here because someone kidnapped me?

“Anything I want? Are you sure?” I asked with a hidden meaning.

“Yeah, madam, anything you want," he answered me with overconfidence.

"Cook me the person who kidnapped me, or just give me the person, uncooked will also do; I just won't eat that person,” I said while grinding my teeth tighter.

Did he look at me in shock? I could see he was trying his best not to gulp in fear.

“If you can't, forget it; I'm not hungry; I want to see the person who kidnapped me," I said and tried to be polite to him.

“Madam, I can't do anything about this; I'm just a chef; my duty is to cook for you,” he said, looking like he was going to cry helplessly.

Seeing his sad face, I stopped myself from arguing with him.

“Then don't bother me; I'll not eat until I see that person.” I sat down at the head chair of the dining table.

Just as I sat down, everyone screamed, which frightened me.

Looking at their shocking reaction, I doubted if I sat on some bombs or not.

I looked at a woman who was near me. "At least tell me before you all give me a heart attack. Don't you all think my kidnapping is enough for my poor heart? " I said helplessly.

Everyone fell silent once again like they didn't even exist here. I sighed. Why did it leave them expressionless whenever I mentioned about kidnapping?

"Madam, please eat something; otherwise, we'll be in grave trouble," a woman said to me.

"I'm not hungry. If no one tells me why I'm here or let me meet the person who kidnapped me, then I'll go on a hunger strike," I threatened them.

"But madam," the cook tried to say something, but I stopped him; I stood up from the chair.

 I'm not a child that you all will coax me with food. I'll not eat until I see the person even, I have to die from hunger," this time I was screaming so loudly that my words were buzzing in my own ears.

"You don't need a hunger strike. Turn around, and you'll see the person you wanted to see," a voice came from behind me, making me shocked because I found the voice remarkably familiar. Head to toe, my entire body was shivering.

I felt my knees were feeble; they couldn't support my body anymore; I might collapse soon.

But my heart was saying, don't worry, it's not him, not him. But no matter how much I tried, my head was saying only one thing: It's him.

Finally, my knees went weak, and I sat down again.

"What happened? Do you not want to see me anymore? A moment ago, you were screaming. You wanted to see me, but now, no reaction. It's not fair," again, the voice spoke up, and this time I was 1000% sure it was him.

I didn't need to see his face. His presence was enough for me to know it's him without looking at his face.

I didn't know how to react, but suddenly a realization hit me hard. What was he doing here? If he was here, there was only one meaning left for me in this situation.

Bracing myself, I stood up from the chair and turned around.

Just as I thought, he was standing at the door entrance wearing a black three-piece suit and looking toward me with his always shameless smile. I found it ridiculously cute in the past, but now I wanted to break his teeth.

Glaring at him, I ask him, "What the hell are you doing here, or I should ask what the fuck I'm doing here?" But, of course, if I could, I might have already broken his head.

 Oh, so feisty as always. You didn't change even a bit, Anna," he said, still laughing, ignoring my words like empty air.

"Should I thank you for your compliment?" I asked him. Is he kidding me right now?

"Shouldn't you show a little emotion, Anna? Even a little?" he asked while looking at my eyes like he was searching for something inside my eyes.

But it's too sad for him that he couldn't, because I was not 19 years old, Anna anymore; I buried that Anna in a grave a long time ago.

She would never show up again. However, I would not let that happen at any cost because I already learned my lesson.

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