CHAPTER 6

Lady Jennifer turned to leave her daughter's room and met Samantha in the corridor.

"Mom, what did Alicia say? Is she going to see Damian Tucker tomorrow? What time did he request to meet with her?" Samantha asked, her curious gaze fixed on her mother's worried face.

"Samantha, I don't know. I will call the number tomorrow morning to find out. Right now, I am so tired and need to rest. Good night," Lady Jennifer walked away from her first daughter and returned to her own room to rest. It was the room she had shared with her husband before he was taken away.

Samantha stood in the corridor and looked at Alicia's room door. "Why would Damian choose Alicia over me? Am I not the older sibling and good enough for him? Why must he choose this local girl?" Samantha gritted her teeth and moved back to her own room, awaiting the following morning.

Meanwhile, in Alicia's room, she found it difficult to sleep. She kept thinking about how to escape Damian's offer, knowing it was not a joke. A marriage contract with him, in exchange for her father's freedom and to clear off his debt.

"No, I cannot do this," Alicia said, tightly shutting her eyes as she lay on the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, the sound of the alarm woke Alicia from her peaceful sleep. She had been exhausted the previous night, having witnessed her father's kidnapping by the ruthless mafia boss who ruled the entire territory.

Alicia sat up on the bed and turned off the 7 a.m. alarm. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to bathe and brush her teeth. She looked tired. Her long blonde hair was disheveled, and her big blue eyes were red and swollen from crying the previous night.

Alicia sighed and finished brushing her teeth. She stripped off her nightgown and stepped into the bathtub to have her bath. She couldn't forget the horror that had played out in her home the previous night. Silent teardrops slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Alicia finished her bath. She got out of the bathtub, picked up her white towel, and returned to her bedroom to dress.

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and she heard her elder sister's voice.

"Alicia, open up," Samantha called from outside the door. Alicia sighed.

"What do you want?" she asked, moving over to the door and pulling it open.

"Alicia, I came to talk to you about what happened last night. What are you planning to do about it?" Samantha asked, standing in the doorway.

Alicia moved away from the door and went back to the bed to pick up the brown dress she had selected from her closet to wear.

"Alicia, I am talking to you," Samantha said, her teeth gritted. She wore a red top, black trousers, and black boots, looking disapprovingly at her sister.

Alicia remained quiet as she put on her brown dress. She turned to face Samantha and asked, "What do you want me to say? You heard everything Mom said, and you saw it too. What can I say?"

Alicia's blue eyes flashed with anger, and Samantha sighed.

"Let's get straight to the point. Are you going to dump your police officer boyfriend to accept Damian Tucker's offer?" Samantha asked, her big blue eyes fixed on her younger sister.

"No way. I am not going to accept Damian. Never!" Alicia's eyes shone with disgust, and Samantha smiled.

"Well, that's good for you, but for me, I like Damian and want to be his woman."

"What?!" Alicia looked at her older sister with shock as if she had grown horns.

"Did you hear yourself? You want Damian Tucker, the mafia boss? Do you know that you can be killed if you wrong him or do anything silly?" Alicia asked, and Samantha smiled.

"I won't cheat on Damian, and I am not in any serious relationship. I have seen him before. Damian owns many businesses here and controls the T-Group, also known as the Tucker Group. Do you think he is a poor guy? He is a billionaire and will take care of me. I won't have to work much, and my colleagues will respect me at work. Not to mention the top managers, who will fear and respect me too."

Alicia shook her head in disbelief, seeing her older sister's dreamy eyes. "Samantha, you seem to forget that this walking demon keeps a low profile to avoid attracting the government or authorities. I am sure that's why he didn't choose you and settled for me, knowing that you're in the spotlight," Alicia explained, and Samantha frowned.

"Do you think that's why Damian didn't choose me?" Samantha looked sad.

Alicia cleared her throat and explained, "Look, big sis, I don't know. But I will advise you not to get entangled with a mafia boss if you value your life. He doesn't love us, and he or his group could kill you."

"But you fell in love with a police officer. Didn't you fear that he could get killed one day by criminals? Or that he might become angry and pull his trigger on you if you dump him or do something wrong?" Samantha looked at her sister with a serious expression, and Alicia swallowed hard.

"No way!" Alicia exclaimed. "Jonathan will never hurt me!" She defended her boyfriend, even though she wasn't entirely sure about his temper.

"You're not so sure yourself. The fact is that Jonathan also uses a gun and could kill you if he gets annoyed. Anyway, I'm off to work. I only came here to tell you about it. You should let Damian know about my offer to be his woman. Or you can tell me when you're ready to go and see him. To take me along with you," Samantha said as she turned around to leave the room.

Alicia sighed deeply and replied, "I'm never going to see Damian. Jonathan promised to help us raise the money, and I will wait until he comes up with something."

"Alright. Take care," Samantha said, unlocking the door and leaving the room.

Meanwhile, Alicia sighed and went to the mirror to comb her golden locks and apply a little makeup to her face. Once she was done, she grabbed her black bag containing her white nurse uniform and set off to leave for work.

As she exited her room and made her way downstairs, Alicia was shocked to see three men in black standing in the living room, looking at her. Her mother, older sister, and brother were also standing there.

Alicia frowned and came downstairs. "Good morning, Mom. What's going on here?" she asked, glaring at the men in black.