Selena was kidnapped for what her ex-boyfriend Axel did. Because Axel stole an item belonging to Damian. And Damian wants Axel to exchange the item with Selena. Will Axel make the exchange or leave his ex-girlfriend?
Selena was kidnapped for what her ex-boyfriend Axel did. Because Axel stole an item belonging to Damian. And Damian wants Axel to exchange the item with Selena. Will Axel make the exchange or leave his ex-girlfriend?
Dim light filled the room. A girl who woke up from her stupor slowly opened her eyes. Selena, who was tied to a wooden chair blinked her eyes to focus her blurry vision. And her face slowly lifted up to recognize the place she felt unfamiliar with.
"Are you awake, Selena?"
The heavy male voice made Selena, who was still limp, turn her head slowly towards the man. And found his form enjoying a cup of coffee. Selena hissed softly, feeling her whole body aching. She cast her eyes around the room again.
"Where is this?" she asked in a weak voice, barely audible at all.
"In the interrogation room in my mansion. I'm sorry the light is dim, because I like it not too bright for people like you."
Selena hissed softly and straightened her shoulders. She looked very pale and unhealthy at the moment. Not to mention, this place didn't seem to have any sun at all so it was cold with humidity.
"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?" Selena struggled to ask.
"I'm Damian, hello there." The man chuckled softly, playing up his answer a little.
"I have no money, and no one will ransom me. You kidnapped the wrong girl," Selena said as she leaned back against the chair limply, her head feeling heavy and dizzy.
"Not really. I kidnapped the right person." Damian shook his head slowly and watched Selena who was so weak, he looked at her with disgust and sadness.
Selena frowned, not understanding what Damian was talking about. She really didn't have a large sum of money to redeem herself. And there was no one who would redeem her either. She had no family, and her boyfriend had left her for dead.
She was a single girl struggling to survive on her own. And now she's being kidnapped by an unknown person out of the blue. Probably to be enslaved or trafficked. Because seeing how this man didn't seem like a good person.
"What do you want from me?" Selena asked as she looked at him, her breathing sounding a little heavy.
"I want to take you captive to lure your boyfriend's whereabouts," Damian replied.
"Boyfriend? You mean Axel? Ah, he's not my boyfriend anymore. He wouldn't be interested in what I'm doing, where I am, what I'm doing, what condition I'm in, everything," Selena replied.
"Oh, yeah?" Damian tugged at the corner of his lips, he couldn't believe what Selena was saying.
Selena closed her eyes for a moment. Her neck was sore, her head was spinning and her body was aching. Damian got up from his seat and approached Selena. The sound of his steps was firm and echoed in the closed room.
He touched Selena's jawline and lifted her face up to look at him. And he took his phone out of his pocket, taking a picture of Selena looking up at him. He ignored what Selena had said earlier, about her boyfriend or ex-boyfriend.
"Did you get the briefing for this? To stay away from each other, to take care of yourself, to cover up the weakness inside him. You... are his weakness."
Damian smiled and put his cell phone back in his pocket. After taking a picture of Selena's face, the one in his hand was thrown away so lightly. Selena turned her head the other way because of it. Selena raised her face again and looked at Damian.
"What do you mean, why am I his weakness?" Selena wrinkled her forehead.
"Because you're his favorite person," Damian replied.
"I'm telling you, okay. I'm no longer his favorite person, and that's highly unlikely. He and I have no relationship whatsoever. So it's pointless for you to kidnap me," Selena denied.
Selena denied it, she was a little upset that having just broken up with her boyfriend for a few days, she had to get involved with someone else because of a past relationship. What's more, this man in front of her is not a random person when it comes to kidnapping. Plus the reason for the kidnapping, he was doing this for a reason, meaning he had a purpose.
"Don't try to fool me!" Damian emphasized in a rather low voice.
"I'm not lying. I really did. Your attempt to kidnap me was just to get my ex's attention, right? I'm no longer in a relationship with him. It makes me hate him, why would I get involved in something I don't even know what it is?!" Selena snarled.
Damian tugged at one corner of his lips. His eyes darkened as Selena spoke the words, because what he saw was a lie.
"I'm never wrong, girl!" said Damian, emphasizing his sentence.
"Oh, yeah? Then this time you're wrong, admit it!" retorted Selena raising her voice. "Let go of me now! I'm no longer related to him, dammit! He's-"
Without listening to her anymore, Damian immediately put his hand around Selena's neck, making Selena look up and feel a pressure that hurt her throat. It was painful and excruciating. Damian's hand pressed down, causing her airway to close as well.
"Khh... khh..." A snoring sound came out of Selena's mouth.
Damian calmly took out his cell phone again with his other hand. And he again photographed Selena who was on the verge of death if Damian continued to close her trachea, resulting in a reduced oxygen supply to the lungs. This would lead to death in the near future.
After being satisfied with the results of his photo, Damian pulled his hand away and smiled at Selena's interest who immediately coughed. Her cough sounded dry and also very painful. Her breath was instantly taken in gasps, scooping up the oxygen around her.
"Taking a breath already? Air is too precious for a weakling like you." Damian chuckled as he bent his body to look at Selena.
Selena looked back at him with an angry look on her face. She coughed again. Her throat felt very uncomfortable now. She needed water.
"I... I need water," she said with difficulty.
"Ah, water?" Damian walked away, and grabbed a glass of water.
He returned and offered it to Selena. Selena brought her lips to the glass, she wanted to reach for it, her bound hands were useless as usual.
"You can't drink like how I drink." Damian then poured the water in the glass over Selena's head, pouring a little to show how he would give her a drink.
Selena widened her eyes, her head feeling wet now. Selena's gaze looked darkly at Damian. Not liking Selena's gaze, Damian immediately grabbed her jaw to make Selena throw her head back.
"You don't want to drink? Do as I say!" commanded Damian.
Selena opened her mouth, she needed that water. And Damian poured it with a smirk on his lips. Selena tried to drink, she stared at the glass, trying to see when the water would run out. And as soon as the last drop entered her mouth, Selena closed her mouth.
Damian laughed with satisfaction as the water soaked Selena's shirt as well.
And unexpectedly, Selena spit out the water that was in her mouth, the water that she had deliberately left to spit out on Damian.
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
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