I wasn’t able to hold it in. I laughed.
The hard line of his mouth didn’t budge. When it dawned on me that he was really being serious, that there’s no hidden camera and that all of this was not part of some elaborate sick prank, my laughter faded.
I stared at him incredulously. “You’re joking.”
“Do I look like a man who cracks jokes?”
No. Not even a little bit.
I escaped from his arms and hopped out of the bed. “You’re crazy.”
He just watched me backed myself into the corner as he calmly sat on the spot I occupied before. “I’ve been told far worse names, fiorellino.”
The coldness from the tiles creeped up into my barely covered body. He wasn’t helping matters as he ran his dark eyes over the length of my body as if just seeing what I was wearing. A shiver rolled down my spine and I turned away. There was nothing but darkness outside, save from the halo of light dotting the driveway that seemed to go on for miles. It gave way to a huge expanse of trees which may impose an imagery of being isolated from the world but I bet were affixed with security cameras. Escaping on foot will be tough.
“There is no way out of this house. My guards are all over my property.”
“Where is this?”
“Rest, Caterina. I’ll explain everything in the morning.”
“My name is not Caterina! I’m Lucy!”
Whatever sick play he’s trying with me, I wasn’t getting roped in it. I’ve heard of unsatiated rich men who use their money to make their wildest fantasies into reality. He might be one of those. It’s just my luck to land in this kind of predicament. Why couldn’t I be some lost daughter of a royalty?
“We’ll talk in the morning,” he repeated with such authority that rebukes any discussion. He gestured towards the spot next to him. “Now, get on the bed.”
I grabbed the heavy material of the curtains, wishing I could disappear in it. “No, no. There’s no way I’m sleeping with you.”
His expression suddenly darkened and I bit my lip, regretting how I phrased my words.
“Sooner or later, we’re going to share the same bed. You’re going to be my wife, Caterina.”
“I will never be your wife, you crazy bastard.” I spat out.
My regrets piled up as a muscle ticked angrily on his clenched jaw. He got up and moved towards me. I stepped back, wanting to put more distance between us but the solid wall already made contact with my back.
He removed the towel from his bare shoulder and looped it twice around his hand.
What is he going to do with that towel?
I never realized how big he actually was, not until his shadow loomed over my trembling figure. I could kick, punch, and scratch my way out and still I wouldn’t be able to leave a dent on his taut muscles. I knew I didn’t stand a chance. I had to pick my battles wisely otherwise, I could get in much more trouble than I would like. Whoever he was, it’s very obvious that he’s not a man to be messed with.
And so, I begged.
“Please, at least not until the wedding.”
My teeth clenched at the weakness of my voice, my chest heaving with the effort of restraining myself from following my flight instinct especially when he was looking down at me like a hunter who just caught his prey on a trap of his own making.
“Very well.”
A huge sigh of relief went out of me. At least for a kidnapper, he’s decent enough not to force me on the same bed as him. He placed the towel on the bedside table and without another word, walked to the door. The muscles on his broad shoulders were tense so I didn’t dare make a noise, not until he’s out of the room in fear that he'd change his mind. I froze when he suddenly turned his head back at me.
“If you so much as try to escape tonight, I’m tying you to the bed and you’re not going to like what follows after that.”
The promise in his voice sent tingles down my fingers and toes. I ignored it. It’s the kidnapping and the close proximity of a male presence other than my father that were making me feel these strange things. The more I stayed in this unknown place, the more I was convinced I was going to lose my rational thoughts.
As soon as he left the room, I hastily put my ear against the door. The distinct noise of a door closing traveled down the hallway. I waited for a while before turning the doorknob, careful not to make the tiniest noise.
It was pitch black outside which was just what I was hoping for. Cautiously, I stepped into the darkness. Then I paused. Looking up, just as I suspected, a red dot could be seen like a lighthouse amidst a stormy sea. A security camera was perched on one of the corners of the ceiling. I hurriedly went back inside the room.
Just who is this man? Was what he said true? That my father practically sold me to him to pay off some debt?
What kind of sick man would do that? That didn’t sound like my dad at all. Was that why he was so adamant that I didn't leave the house?
All these thoughts accompanied me in this huge strange room. It distracted me from the fact that I was so alone. No one knew where I was. I didn’t know these people despite that mysterious man treating me familiarly.
I closed my eyes and hugged the pillow tightly, praying to God that all of this was just another one of my nightmares.
I blame the silk sheets and the plump cushions. For the first time in a while I had a dreamless night. I was usually assaulted by nightmares in my sleep. Granted I forget about them in a day, there’s a gaping fatigue that accompanies me in my daily life. It’s ironic that I felt more rested here in an unknown place than in my own home. Home. Was my father waiting for me at home? Did he stay up late thinking that I’ll be back and just went to clear my mind? Or had he already called the police and they’re looking for me now? The pain in my gut ached at the way I left things between him and me. How could I have known that I’ll be kidnapped right after? If I had, I wouldn’t have left his side and would have continued to be his perfect little daughter, never doubting his words. Would it have been better? All I wanted was to get to know my dad a little more. Now, I’ve been told that he offered me as payment
Plate after plate smashed against the white walls. “Miss Caterina please, you’re going to hurt yourself!” Another one, a heavy bowl this time, flew across the room. It didn’t break to pieces as I expected but it bounced on the solid surface. I heard a squeal, followed by hurried steps fading out. I lifted another bowl and threw my arm back, flinging it to the wall like a baseball, its silver bits joining the scattered pieces on the marble floor. A feeling of satisfaction surged through me, the sounds of breaking glass quenching my frustration and the need to violate the purity of this house when the owner was anything but. It all soon melted away as I sensed a threatening presence nearby. True enough, Dante was already standing by the archway with his arms crossed. I didn’t even hear him come in. His eyes were silently watching me, the hard expression on his face immediately made me drop the
Dante’s POV. No one knows what happened to Caterina Caruso. But that’s not important. What matters is that I have her now. Lucy. As she liked to call herself. I tried not to scoff out loud. As if I’ll call her that name when she has that face. Whatever. The truth will soon come to the surface and the traitors will pay. Caterina will come back to me and everything will fall into their rightful places. However long it takes. Only patience isn’t a virtue that most men in my line of work possess. The empire that my father and I built with
Lucy’s POV. Have you ever felt so over your head as if you were just living an empty shell of someone’s life?This went through my head as the ballerina from the photograph stared right at me. I stood frozen under her scrutiny. How was she able to get in here? Her face was devoid of expression which chilled me to the bones. My voice was stuck in my throat. I wanted to confess but I don’t know exactly what I’ve done to her.Right then, blood started trickling down her temple. She remained impassive. My hand reached out to her in haste only for it to come in contact with a cold glass.It was just my reflection.
My plan of getting along with Dante has not even started yet but it’s already falling apart. I ate all the food on the table and dressed up in a flattering blue dress. I even blow dried my hair and got to stitching even though I have no idea what I was doing so when he came back, it’d be like it’s the real Caterina waiting for him in his room. His meeting with Leo lasted for a while that I got so engrossed in the cross-stitch. It was easy enough if you followed the pattern diligently. I was halfway into finishing the flower when Dante came back without Leo. He didn't even say goodbye before leaving. I didn’t know why that bummed me out a bit.
I didn’t know I could dread something more other than this stupid wedding. I was slapped with reality when Dante told me we’re meeting his family for dinner. We’re riding in the same car again and the view out the windows was in total darkness that I had nothing to distract myself from my nervousness. Dante was oddly chill about the whole ordeal. He was typing away on his phone and just like the whole day, acted like I didn’t exist. I wasn’t complaining though. I didn’t like the feelings that stirred inside me whenever he’s touching me. I think it’s the loneliness that was making me feel that way around him.Today, he abandoned his usual suits and went with a plain black button down shirt and trousers, exuding coolheadedness. I didn’t know how to feel with him
“Where are they?” I asked, fretfully looking through the heavy curtains. After the delicious yet very suspenseful round of Ada’s mousse, the three Romano men went to talk “business”, leaving me alone with Ada in the living room.“In my father’s office,” she said with the air of being used to the exclusion. It looked like she didn’t mind at all as she poured herself a glass of scotch with complete ease. Her choice of drink surprised me. She seemed more like a cocktail kind of girl.She stared at me for a long time which only amped up my anxiousness. I didn’t know what to talk about with her. I have no crazy adventures to compare with hers nor rich friends to gossip about.“You’re an exac
“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body. I used to believe in vows. I used to dream of the day it would come. How happy and peaceful I’d be with whoever man I’d be lucky to end up with. Julian was the only guy who came close to filling that mysterious man’s face. But even in my dreams, his face was only a blur. Just a by-product of my whimsical thoughts. This man in front of me managed to take all that away from me in just days.