Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO: ENIGMA OF THE PAST.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room made me wonder why the hell I am here. I tried to remember everything but I can no longer remember what happened to me. I got up on the soft bed.

This is not Luna's room because I have already been to her apartment. This is very nice, there is a window but it cannot be opened. I continued to look around the room. The design of this room is just like an old mansion with modern things. Modern bed, a portrait, and a modern vase with artificial roses on it.

Damn it. Then what happened to me last night came back to my mind. Unexpected men blocked my way out from the lady's comfort room. I touched my neck. The part where those idiots injected a syringe. That is a signal to lose consciousness. I walked closer to the door and opened it.

I did not see anyone outside. Quiet. This mansion is big. There is a chandelier upstairs, giving light to the sofa below and up the stairs. I want to call Luna but I can't. I would have asked him what this place is, whether I am still in the Philippines or abroad.

I went downstairs and went straight to the living room. There is a big tv, 45 inches long as I tried to estimate it. It turned on but no one was watching TV. It's just a waste of electricity.

"I thought you're still sleeping." I heard the voice of a man behind me. I immediately addressed myself to the source of the voice. I saw a man standing. His posture is familiar and maybe I'm just as old as him. He is wearing a black long sleeve, the two buttons are open starting from his neck. That signaled to see his hard chest. I accidentally saw it. My bad. "Wondering why you are here in my mansion?" he said to me again.

Before I could open my mouth, I stared at him a bit longer. It takes a second before I recognized him. That's why he is familiar to me. He is the man I saw at the club. He was staring as if he is planning something for me.

"So, you are the one who commanded those men," as I am referring to what the three men have done to me. "And you brought me here to your mansion even though I did not want to. Please ask me for permission. To date me here in your mansion." I said calmly.

I knew I had to worry. But I prefer to calm down, why?

I sighed. "Well, sorry but I don't want to join your game. If you think I am an easy girl, then, you are mistaken for the girl you chose. Let me go out. I just want to go home."

He shook his head and stepped closer to me. "You can no longer go home. You are here means, you will live here with me."

I am not deaf to not hear that and I know everything is right when I hear it. I still had plans to run away from him. Trying to find a possible exit, but hell, he already held my hand. That signaled me to stop and face him.

"What the hell? You're cheap on finding a woman. Find a decent and virtuous woman somewhere. Not like me." I suggest more. I even pulled my arm away from his hand. "Now tell me, where is your door here so you can get out of here?"

"You are not leaving my mansion. You are going to be my slave," he said calmly. "Making you my slave is not my thing and yes, you are not the typical girl I want. I did not say I will make you a fudge buddy," he explained. And even if I breathed a sigh of relief there, I still did not survive, or shall we say, I will stay here. But staying as his slave will never be okay. Why would I dare to become his slave?

"I don't want to be your slave. Okay, don't beat me up. I'm a busy person and I still have a lot to take care of, if you only knew." I explain. "And what do you need from me? I'm not rich, I'm not beautiful and one more thing, I'm just a normal woman who is not yet beautiful."

"No matter how many times you say that, I don't care. You will be a slave to even if you do not want to. I do not need any money from you. Your existence here in the mansion is what I need." he said. "Because of your father's doing from the past. Your father is guilty of our family and you will be the one to pay for it," he explained.

I scratched my head so hard. "It's your trouble. I don't know what you're saying. I don't even know you and my family doesn't even know you." I explain.

"Your parents know about us," he said. "and don't you ever think I am joking. You only know the present story to your parents, not their background from the past.

"Tell me what is it? Provide me a shred of evidence, CCTV if ever available, and a witness to stand. That will prove that they did it." I said.

"Well, of course. I've already prepared there. I have evidence It proves that your father is the one who did everything. "he said." But first, let me tell you about your father's wrongdoing. He killed my Mom. Second, he also tried to kill my father, but luckily, he is alive. Lastly, he also tries to kill me too, but luckily again, I am alive. "

My eyes just widened from what I heard. I do not want to believe what he tells me. It was not like that to know my father. He raised me well and upheld what he did to my Mother, which is me, the result of their love.

Dad was a hardworking father. He did everything to support me in school then, but now that I am at the right age, I am also helping my family. Even though Dad is getting older, he is still working. As much as he can, he will make a way. He is a construction worker and I am never ashamed to be his daughter.

"Give me evidence proving that my father did the things you said," I said angrily. "And if you can't provide evidence, I'll slap you and let me go."

"Fine." he agrees.

He motioned for me to sit on the sofa near where we were standing. He also sat across from me, then he took the envelope that was on the center table. He even gave it to me and I accepted it.

"I know you would not believe me so, I prepared evidence for you," he said. I immediately approached the sofa and sat down then looked at the contents of the envelope. It contains photos.

I saw Papa's photo. He was carrying a gun. It was taken on a CCTV camera, it was zoomed in and I could see Papa even more. Next photo he pointed it at a woman lying on the floor as if her body was bleeding and so was the other one. A man knelt as he aimed his gun.

It was as if I was weakened by what I saw. Did Dad do that? Not Dad. These pictures might be edited. Maybe they just want me to believe them. This would not work for me.

"Provide me more evidence to prove it. the footage, not just pictures that might be edited. I am not an expert, but I can tell that this is edited." I said.

"I am not also an expert, but I can say the picture was not edited." he took something from behind him and that was his cellphone. "Wait. I think this might prove how stupid you are believing the photo that is edited." he gave me his cellphone. I now see a video. Captured on a CCTV same what in the picture. Dad did kill his mother. At this moment, I realized he was no longer lying. I'm the only one who believes.

"I don't care if you don't believe me. The important thing is that I told you the truth and the reason you stayed here." he explai,ed. "You are now under my territory."