All Chapters of My Kidnapper, My Protector: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I could tell this morning that something was wrong. I should've listened to my guts and stayed in bed. But I didn't listen. I just stood up and got ready for the day. But I could never have guessed how bad it'd turn. Nothing could've prepared me for that twist of fate.Bip! Bip! Bip! This morning, I woke up a little on the edge. My belly was uncomfortably twisted, telling me that something was wrong. But I didn't listen and just stood up, blaming it on my nervosity. You see, today was my first day of work and I really wanted everything to go smoothly. Walking out of my room, I tip-toed toward the bathroom, taking a nice warm shower to wash sleep away from me. I was careful to cover my whole body with lemon-perfumed shower gel and to brush my chocolate brown hair neatly once I was done. I was quite a tidy person, but I had reasons to. Being the daughter of Robert MacCarthy, a well-known politician who was the attention center of a whole country, I had been raised into never doing a

I just got kidnapped by robbers who came here to rob my father's bank. All of this went way too fast. A few minutes ago, I was still in my father's office, civilly having lunch with him. Then those men broke in and all hell broke lose! I still could remember Lizzy's tear-stained face when she called for help. Then, I found myself dragged away into one of their cars. Right now, the tall man who seemed to be the leader of the robbers gang was driving fast in the streets, closely followed by his henchmen. Having been roughly shoved inside the car, I was still laying on the leather back seat, my toffee brown hair falling into messy locks all over my face. Through my locks, I studied the back of the driver's neck. The man was still focused on the road, so maybe I had a chance to escape. Pretending to be unconscious or too shocked to do anything, I discreetly crawled toward the door. Just a little closer, just a little closer! The difficult part was to grab the handle without letting my cap

The men who pinned me down after my first attempt to escape stood up and picked me up from the ground, holding my wrists behind my back as if I was handcuffed. They pushed me forward to urge me to start walking and I obeyed, only struggling out of instinct. I would've tried to struggle a little harder if I wasn't knocked down by what I just found out. I had been kidnapped by Anton Carmicheal, the bloodthirsty lunatic who gave almost everyone nightmares. Everyone but me. Of course, having always been raised in a coccoon, I had a peaceful sleep and a carefree lifestyle because I was always convinced I was out of evildoers grip thanks to my father's political reputation and the high-tech alarm installed in our house. "Come on, bitch!" Urged me one of my captors, his cheap beer-scented breath attacking my nostrills. "Keep going!""My name's Joan." I coldly corrected him, thoigh fear made my voice quiet. "Not bitch." I first expected him to punch me, but he didn't for some reason. They