You Are Mine

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Miguel couldn’t return home the previous night, the doctor on night duty had called in sick, and there was no replacement. Miguel had no other choice but to stay back, working both day and night shift . 

All through the night, he checked his phone, yet, there were no calls, or messages from Isabella. His body was tired, but his mind refused to rest , what if something bad had happened to her ? He thought but immediately erased the thought from his mind.

By morning, his eyes were red due to lack of sleep and tiredness, he had managed to convince himself throughout the night that she was fine. Maybe she had slept early, maybe her phone battery died, but deep down, something felt wrong.

 Miguel didn’t wait, he hurriedly grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the hospital like a man running from fire.

The drive home felt longer than usual, when he pulled into the compound, something felt off, everywhere was unusually quiet, there was no movement, or sound, the house looked empty.

He parked his car carelessly and stepped down quickly, his eyes scanned the entire compound, searching for any sign of life, that was when he Isabella’s crocs on the floor, near the entrance, it was just lying there.

Isabella never left her shoes outside like that before, never.

He bent down slowly and picked them up. They felt light in his hands.

“Why would she leave these here?” he muttered.

He was about to step inside when something else caught his attention.

Her phone, It was lying on the floor too. Miguel’s heart skipped.

“No… no… no,” he whispered.

He grabbed the phone and ran into the house.

“Isabella!” he shouted. But there was no response.

“Isabella!” he called again, this time, more louder but silence answered him.

He moved from room to room, his steps were fast.

“Isabella!”

“Bella!”

“Where are you?”

He checked the kitchen, the living room, and the bedroom, yet it was empty, his breathing grew heavy, the only thought that came to his mind was that she had been kidnapped.

His hands shook as he reached for his phone. He wanted to call the police immediately, but he stopped as an idea flashed through his mind.

He dialed Andrea’s number instead, the call rang once, twice, then Andrea picked up.

“Where is my sister?” Miguel asked immediately the line connected.

Andrea gave out a mocking laugh.

“I’ve been expecting you to call earlier,” Andrea said. “As for your sister, she’s in my custody.”

Miguel’s grip on the phone tightened.

“You motherfucker!” he yelled. “How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?”

Andrea chuckled.

“She’s my wife,” he said calmly. “Ex-wife, actually.”

“And did you also know,” Andrea continued casually, “that she’s carrying my child?”

“If you do anything to hurt her or the baby,” Miguel said through clenched teeth, “you’ll never get away with it.”

He said and the line went dead. Andrea ended the call. Miguel stared at the phone, his fist clenched tightly in rage. He dares to hang up?

“You think your money and connections can save you?” Miguel said aloud, his voice shaking with rage.

He dialed the police immediately, but got no response, they were closed. Miguel laughed bitterly.

“Of course,” he muttered. “Andrea’s doing.”

He slipped the phone into his pocket and walked out of the house.

“Since you asked for war,” he said coldly, “get ready for war.” he said gritting his teeth.

Isabella was his sister, and the only blood relative he had on planet earth, after his parents passed away in an auto crash, he promised to watch after Isabel, even if it means sacrificing his own blood, he entered his car and drove off.

***

Meanwhile, Isabella was at Andrea’s mansion.

She lay on the bed, and curled into herself, her eyes were swollen, red, and stained with dried tears. Her body felt heavy, was it because of the pregnancy? Or because she had cried out all her strength, she couldn't tell.

The door creaked open , and a maid walked in quietly.

“Hello, ma’am,” the maid said gently. “Sir Andrea said you should come join him for breakfast.”

Isabella turned her face away. “Tell him to go to hell with his fetish food,” she replied weakly.

“But ma—”

“Get out,” Isabella ordered.

The maid nodded slowly understanding her plight and walked out. As soon as the door was closed, Isabella’s stomach growled loudly, she placed a hand over her belly, she hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday, and she knew it wasn’t good for her condition.

The door creaked open again,this time, Andrea walked in, holding a tray of food, another maid followed behind him with another tray.

Isabella sat up slightly and stared at them, what is he up to this time around?

“Since you’ve refused to come downstairs to eat with me,” Andrea said, “I decided to bring the food myself.” He placed the tray on the table.

“Isn’t that gentlemanly of me?” he added, more like a question.

The maid placed her tray down too and quickly left the room, leaving Andrea and Isabella alone.

“I don’t want to eat your disgusting food,” Isabella said. “Just let me go home, please.” Her voice cracked.

“My brother will be worried sick about me.”

Andrea crossed his arms. “This is your home from now on,” he replied. “As for your brother, he’ll be fine.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will,” Isabella said weakly. “We’re divorced.”

Andrea scoffed.

“And you’re carrying my child,” he said. “It’s my duty to take care of you.” He paused.

“Do you think I’d care about you if you weren’t pregnant?” Andrea ranted.

“Come off it,” he continued. “I’m doing this for my child, not you.”

He pointed at the food. “So eat, and go to bed, remember what the doctor said? Be a good girl” he said and turned to leave, then stopped.

“Oh,” he added. “I ordered some maids to go shopping.”

Huh? Shopping? Isabella thought as she looked up slowly, where is he taking me this time? 

“Expect your new clothes soon.” Andrea's voice jolted her back to reality.

“I can’t have you walking around my mansion like a slave.” He added and walked out.

 Isabella sighed weakly, thank goodness we aren't going anywhere, besides when did he start acting like this?

She shook her head.

“Come off it, Isabel,” she whispered to herself. “Didn’t you hear what he said? He doesn’t give a damn about you.”

She looked at her stomach. “He’s only being nice because I'm carrying his baby.” 

Isabella thought, wondering what Andrea would have done to her if the baby in her womb wasn't his.

He'd kill you, a voice echoed in her head, she quickly shook her head trying to chase away the thought of being killed by the brutal and ruthless Andrea.

Her stomach growled loudly once more,she quickly reached for the food and began to eat like her entire life depended on it.