12 Kidnapping His Wife

Cameras flashed before her eyes while she adjusts her black-rimmed eyeglasses.

"Miss Maia, can you give us a statement about your latest selection for the CEO of Stones Inc.?"

"Is there any reason why the country should not be nervous when Mrs. Stone is missing?"

"Why are there no new leads finding Mrs. Stone?"

"Is Stone Inc. as stable as what the company states?"

All eyes have been observant in what was happening inside her company. The questions are endless as she walked down the red carpet towards a podium in an open golf area.

"Mrs. Stone is taking a rest and will be in an indefinite leave. By next week, there will be a new selection for the CEO position of Stones Inc."

"Why indefinite? You could just say that she's not coming back."a reporter from the back shouted.

Maia eyed that reporter in shock. His name was Blake Rivers. One of the notorious reporters.

"There are no reports from the police regarding any incident. Nor any statement from Mrs. Stone herself." she fired back.

"Well, why is there a need to replace her then?"

"Such absence of a position needs to be filled. The world of business doesn't stop for anyone." as Maia finished that statement, she went down the podium and headed straight out of the golf area.

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"Mrs. Marie," the oldest maid from the Stones Mansion went to the living room as called by the man in a gray business suit.

"Sir Daemon,"

"Prepare a room for Miss Maia. She will be living here starting tomorrow."

"Y-yes sir." his eyes squinted at the hesitation on her voice. his brows twitched and that dangerous cut on his right brow flickered in the dim light.

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"Put me down! Ugh! This is kidnapping!" she waved her tied hands in the air and tries smacking the broad back. Her eyeglasses fell on the three-step doorway of her small villa. It clacked against the hard cement.

When Daemon turned around... snap!

The glasses broke in two. Maia's face turned red and started cursing him over and over again.

He sighed and continued carrying her towards his car. Three men in black suits were waiting beside the car. They received a cold look from their boss as they tried to reach for the struggling secretary. "Nobody touches her but me."

"You...monster! "she squealed as if she wasn't the well-versed and dignified secretary of the Stones Inc.

When he successfully

placed her inside the limousine, she started trying to kick, claw, punch and all sorts of other moves just to hurt him. Daemon caught her wrists and in an instant flipped her to her back and tied her ankles to her wrists. Then he flipped her to the side and placed a pillow under her head.

He looked at how pitiful she looked. "Why are you struggling so much? This is for your protection."

He calmly looked at her eyes but was surprised that he saw fear in them. There was so much fear that her eyes are almost popping out of her sockets with endless tears flowing. Her black curls are wet from the tears as her eyes wander inside the car. She didn't seem to hear what he said.

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An hour passed after Daemon forcefully took Maia away from her own home and back to Stones Villa. Maia has fallen asleep and he undid all the ties on her.

Red marks and cuts were left on her wrists and ankles.

He sighed and felt pain while cleaning her wounds and washing her face. Her energy was obviously drained after giving him such a fight.

Miss Marie entered Maia's room and placed new towels and a bowl of hot soup on her bedside table. "Sir, maybe it wasn't the best idea to force her into living here. She has quite a past with the Stones."

"What kind of past?" he was gentle on rubbing the towel across her face while asking. Without any thought, he felt her shirt was also wet and started unbuttoning it when it slipped off her shoulder.

A scar peeked from her collarbone which seemed to continue still to her back. His face darkened. He continued taking off her wet shirt curious to know how long her scar was. But just then he saw another scar running across her chest. When he finally removed her shirt fully, there he saw her back almost tattooed with more than a dozen slanted lines marked very deeply.

His eyes was full of malice and death that a cold wind crept on Mrs. Marie's spine. So this is what a monster from hell looks like when mad. She thought she would never see the side of this man that the other guards always storytell, the monster from hell. Just a glance at him will drop the rooms temperature and make you run for your life.

He slowly caressed Maia's cheek and asked Mrs. Marie, "What do I have to know about her past?"

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