LOGIN"Let me go!!" Alexa could be heard screaming, as the men dragged her out of the alley.
Just by the side of the road, the Mercedes Benz was parked, waiting. Her abductors were wearing masks, making it difficult for her to see their faces. Her phone kept buzzing in her pants. Olivia wasn't giving up. "She kept screaming and clawing at their flesh, but they didn't budge. The street was cold and quiet, and the few cars on the road didn't seem to notice her dilemma. They tied her up and threw her into the back seat. Luckily they didn't blindfold her eyes, so she was able to see them. "Where are you guys taking me?" Alexa asked in a shaky voice. They ignored her completely as if she wasn't in the vehicle. She kept struggling, kicking her legs in the air. One of the body guards gently placed a handkerchief over Alexa's nose . Then everything started becoming blur. Alexa's eyes closed into a deep slumber. *********************************** Gabrielle sat down, watching the man being tortured. He had men that counted the packs of cocaine, that was to be distributed to his numerous customers. Each one weighed up to a hundred kilograms, and this man was caught stealing one. The man collapsed on the ground, as Antonio stroke one more blow on his bloody skull. Samuel walked in, startled at the bloody sight. He hesitated, before walking over to where Antonio was sitted. "Ssir we've captured the girl." Samuel stammered, bowing his head. Gabrielle clicked his fingers, and a suit case filled with new dollar notes was brought to him. As soon as Samuel saw the money, his eyes lit up in disbelief. "I'm fulfilling the promise I made to you for a job well done." Gabrielle smirked, tapping his fingers on the suit case. Samuel's eyes widened, not believing what he was seeing. "This should be between us." Gabrielle whispered, waving Samuel away. "Sir I'm afraid this culprit would not make it if we continue torturing him." Antonio reported, with sweat running down his face. "What do I care?" Antonio scoffed, lighting a cigarette. "Sir at this point I think we should let him go. It'll be better to keep him from under our noses." Antonio suggested. Gabrielle snarled. He wanted to show this motherfucker who the boss is, and to show his other men will happen to them, if they dare betrayed him in this manner. "Get him out of my sight." Gabrielle thundered. The men scurried away, dragging the battered man out of the room. Gabrielle smiled at the thought of the mysterious girl in his home. She was brought in asleep, and he had ordered that she be taken to the room beside his room. It was time for formal introduction. ************************************ Alexa woke up the next morning, amazed at where she was. The room was very beautiful, fully air conditioned, and smelled like lavender. She remembered what had happened the night before, and stood up sharply. Her head felt heavy, and her lips were chapped. An elderly woman, probably the house keeper walked in, her face beaming with smiles. "Good morning miss. Your bath is ready, and the master requests that you join him for breakfast." She declared, opening the window and revealing the most beautiful scenery Alexa had ever seen. "Who are you and where am I?" Alexa asked, glaring at the woman. "I'm Ava the house keeper, and you're in master Gabrielle's home." She chimed. "Who is master Gabrielle? And what does he want with me?" Alexa kept asking, confused. "Only the master has the answer to all your questions. For now, your bath is warm and running." Ava stuttered. "Tell your master that I'm not having breakfast with him, and he should tell me what he wants with me." Alexa shrieked. Ava hurried out of the bedroom, locking the door. Alexa tried to open the door, but it was locked from the outside. She felt like screaming her lungs out. Why was her abductor giving her such special treatment? Suddenly she remembered she had her phone in her pocket. She was going to call Olivia. After several failed attempts to reach Olivia, Alexa gave up. She glanced at the dress Ava brought in. It was exquisite, and the pearl necklace was stunning. What was going on? Alexa was still examining the dress, when Gabrielle flung the door open. Alexa shook with fear, surprised at the figure standing before her. He was heavily built, and his muscles flaunted his masculine energy. His dark thick hair were cut in a low taper fade. His eyes, blue, familiar. She had seen those eyes somewhere. Those eyes that expressed the calmness of a sea after a great turbulence. "I asked for you to have dinner with me and you declined?" Gabrielle asked softly, quite unlike him. "Who are you?" Alexa hissed, eyeing him from head to toe. "You don't need to know who I am." Gabrielle admitted, hands akimbo. "Then you shouldn't bother asking me to join you for dinner. Besides you kidnapped me and suddenly you're acting all lovey dovey?" Alexa spat. "Hmm a sly one right there." Gabrielle chuckled. "I'm at my best behavior now miss." "Don't call me miss. My name is Alexa, and you have denied me my basic rights!" Alexa yelled. Gabrielle was impressed. She was a really difficult girl, and he was going to clip her wings. "You're very interesting Alexa" Gabrielle hinted, folding his arms. "Oh now you see me as a plaything? Perhaps a puppet for your show?" Alexa hissed. Gabrielle smiled, watching her pour out her frustration. She looked cute when angry. Her yells and anger did nothing to Gabrielle, instead he wanted her to continue venting. "Meet me downstairs for breakfast in one hour." Gabrielle growled, looking serious now. "To hell with you and your breakfast." Alexa spat. A v found it's way in-between Gabrielle's brows, startled at her outburst. No one had ever spoken to him like this before. "If you don't have breakfast with me in less than one hour, then you won't eat at all in this house." Gabrielle roared, storming out of the room.Antonio was waiting in the garden when Olivia and Alexa returned.He stood with his arms folded, suit jacket still on from work, tie loosened but posture rigid. His expression alone made Olivia’s stomach drop.He knew.Not everything ,but enough.As soon as Alexa slipped upstairs to rest, Olivia braced herself. Antonio didn’t speak until he heard Alexa’s steps fade.Then…“You went into the city,” he said, voice low. “Without guards. Without telling me. And without Gabrielle’s clearance.”Olivia exhaled. “Tone down the General Casanova routine. We had errands.”He didn’t buy it for a second. His jaw flexed.“Olivia, you think I’m stupid?”She winced. “No. Just… overprotective.”“Overprotective?” Antonio stepped closer, eyes dark with restrained anger. “Olivia,I thought we trusted each other enough to talk about things before they escalate into something dangerous.”She opened her mouth, but he raised a hand, holding back his frustration.“Tell me the truth. What happened out there?”O
Alexa barely slept.Even after the messages stopped, even after Olivia insisted on staying in her room until dawn crept slowly and uncertain across the windows, Alexa’s mind wouldn’t quiet. The warning replayed in her head like a broken chant:You’re being followed.Don’t trust the new guards.One of them works for Voss.It felt unreal and yet frighteningly, painfully real at the same time. Every shadow in the hallway seemed to stretch longer. Every familiar sound now felt like a threat in disguise.By morning, Alexa had made her decision.She needed answers . real answers, not guesses and fears. She needed to know who the man in the gray coat was… and why he was following her.Olivia wasn’t thrilled about her plan, but she didn’t stop her. She never did. Olivia was the kind of friend who would follow her into fire without asking a single question and that was exactly what Alexa needed now.***********They left the mansion mid-morning, pretending they were going out for brunch. Anton
Alexa read the message again, even though she’d already deleted it. The words clung to the inside of her mind like a stain:He’s not safe. Don’t tell him I warned you.The kitchen felt suddenly smaller, shadows stretching long across the counter. Outside, thunder rolled again, but this time she wasn’t sure if the sound came from the sky or her heartbeat.She checked the windows. Nothing but the restless sway of the rain-heavy trees. She checked the hallway. Empty. Too empty.A memory flickered of the guard last night, the flash drive, the whispers behind Gabrielle’s closed office door. Someone was close enough to enter their home. Someone was close enough to send her this.But who?Ava returned from her break, humming softly as she wiped her hands on her apron. Alexa snapped upright, forcing her breathing into something normal.“You okay, dear?” Ava asked, brows lifting.“Yes,” Alexa lied. “Just tired.”Ava didn’t push. She rarely did. But her watchful eyes followed Alexa as she left
The city market was alive with color that morning , the kind of chaotic beauty Alexa hadn’t seen in weeks. Instead of going to the mall, they chose the market so that she could take mind off things. The scent of fresh bread, roasted coffee, and cut flowers mixed with the chatter of vendors and the clatter of carts.For once, there were no guards shadowing her openly. Gabrielle had insisted on a discreet escort, but they kept their distance, blending with the crowd. It felt almost normal. Almost.Olivia walked beside her, sunglasses perched on her nose, a woven basket swinging from her arm. The two women had been inseparable since childhood, and wouldn’t stop now that they lived together in the mansion. their bond strengthened by shared grief and the strange intimacy of living under constant watch.They paused at a stall selling fresh strawberries. Alexa picked one up, turning it between her fingers before setting it back. “It’s ridiculous,” she muttered.Olivia raised an eyebrow. “The
The rain had returned.It rattled against the tall windows of the Casanova mansion like impatient fingers, quick and insistent. Alexa stirred in the dark, sensing movement long before she heard it. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 2:14 a.m. Beside her, the other half of the bed was cold. Gabrielle had gone to his study hours ago.Then footsteps. Soft. Measured. Not his.She slipped from the sheets, pulling on a robe. The hall lights had been dimmed, but the glow from the security lamps painted the walls in long silver streaks. Down the corridor, the faint beam of a flashlight cut across the carpet, then vanished.Her heart kicked. One of the new guards.She followed, bare feet silent against the floor. The man moved quickly, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting someone. When he reached the study door, he knelt, produced a small key card, and slid it through the reader. The lock clicked open.Alexa pressed herself against the wall, waiting for him to go inside. When he
Sigh.The mansion no longer felt like home.Two days had passed since Gabrielle’s appointment, and already the air inside the halls had changed. Guards she didn’t recognize patrolled the corridors, silent and expressionless behind mirrored glasses. Doors that once stood open were now locked. Even Ava moved more carefully, her cheerful chatter clipped short whenever one of the new men walked by.Alexa stood at the window of their bedroom, watching the black shadows of the guards idle beyond the gate. The rain had stopped, but the sky still hung heavy with clouds. It felt as though the weather hadn’t yet decided whether the storm was over.She could hear Gabrielle’s voice from the study below low, measured, all command. He spoke that way now even when he wasn’t angry. The softness she loved in him had been buried under the weight of the title. Each call ended with a variation of the same phrase: “Handle it quietly.”When he came upstairs at last, he looked as though he hadn’t sl







