The Kidnap.

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The doors of the cars opened and men in Black suites, stepped out. They went to the fourth car and stood by the side. One of the opened the door, a man came down. He was everything physical, a woman would dreamt of in a man.

His Spartan shoulders spoke of a mighty strength gotten from daily work out. His expensive wear alerted Isabella that he was Don Nicholas, her parents' murderer.

A cold shiver ran through her spine as she watched them from afar. Luciano came down from the car and followed Nicholas into the mansion. They seemed to be a hurry. They walked faster than expected.

She could get hold of their faces but from the look of things, there was a problem. Isabella wondered what it could be. Did they find out that she was spy?

She cursed Miguel as she walked into the mansion with her eyes lowered. Of it was the case, then she would ran for her life. Isabella looked at the environment. Only a fool would think of running in this situation.

"Nicholas?" A woman in her late forties came to meet him. She was wearing a printed dress. Even in the house, there were guards behind her like flies following a dead corpse into the grave. Isabella noticed the horror on her face when she caught the hand of Nicholas. "Did something happened?"

Isabella was unable to read his expression. He was backing her as she stood closed to the door. All she wished was for him to break the news and calm her nerves or…make her heart stop beating forever.

"Good day, mother," He tightened his hand around hers and kissed. "You should go back upstairs. Is that clear?"

"No, it isn't. You look worry…. Something happened right?" the woman asked, staring at him. He wanted to hide it but it was too obvious. "Tell me now. How did it happen?"

"I-I will fix it, okay?" Nicholas told her. He did not know how to break the news to her.

"It's nothing to worry about aunt," Luciano joined the conversation. Isabella was surprised that he was part of the Genovese family. He told her that he was only a worker at their company.

"Fix what? We have to know what happened," Miss Theresa spoke. She was standing next to Nicholas' mother.

"Anne was kidnapped," Nicholas said letting go of her hands. He stepped back and continued "But don't you worry. Its just a show to change our minds…"

"Does it has to do with business?" The woman seemed in shocked finally spoke. She pushed her son and asked again "Did they kidnap my daughter because of a business deal?"

"We don't why or how they got to her, aunt," Luciano tried to explain that Nicholas was not at fault here. "You know how Anne is. She does not take anything serious."

"Are you blaming my daughter for this?" Mrs. Genovese asked with her hands balled into fists. She was ready to hit Luciano when Nicholas interrupted.

"If you want to see your daughter again, you better don't do that," Nicholas warned. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He was not bothered with the ill-mannered woman in front of her. "We will get her back home. Be quiet and do not alert the public. I will fix this, do you understand?"

"Yes, Don…Nicholas," She spoke between her gritted teeth. Mrs. Genovese hated it when she had to take instructions from Nicholas. "Fine…"

"Stay at home, all of you," He told them. Nicholas turned to Luciano "We should go and see father first."

Luciano nodded and followed him upstairs.

Isabella froze at the door. It was just her first day here and she was able to identify their dirty clothes. Nicholas and Mrs. Genovese did not have a good son and mother relationship. From her tone of voice, she was satisfied with his decisions.

Mrs. Theresa on the hand, was her personal assistant. She seemed to follow Mrs. Genovese every where she goes.

"Hey you," Mrs. Theresa called after Nicholas left. "You leave now."

Isabella turned to leave. She left her purse upstairs and wished she could go back and pick it up without getting scold.

Just then she remembered that she was not their house slave but a caretaker. Her business was Mr. Vito.

"I left my purse upstairs," Isabella told her.

"Who is she?" Mrs. Genovese asked with her brows furrowed in confusion. No one introduce the beautiful girl to her.

"Miss Isabella, the new caretaker," Mrs. Elizabeth did the introduction. She urged Isabella to move closer to the lady of the house.

"Good day, ma," Isabella greeted. She did not know what to say to her at this moment.

"She is very beautiful," The woman said, with a smile. "You are welcome. Make sure you do your work well, Isabella. You and I are going to be best of friends…but only if you choose to do what I say."

Okay, that was the part that confused her. What did the woman mean by only if she chooses to do what she says?

"I look forward to…" Isabella did not finish up when Miss. Theresa cut her off.

"Go and get your purse. You may leave as soon as you get it," She told her.

Isabella got it. The woman hated her so much that her presence irritated her.

She went upstairs quickly to the room where she left her purse. Everything was in tact and she hurried out of the room.

In the process, Isabella did not see who was entering into the room. All she could remember was that she hit her head against the chest of the man in front of her.

"Ouch," she let out as darkness clouded her vision. It became blurry and she passed out.