Chapter 2 Two

CHAPTER TWO: ENIGMA OF THE PAST.

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, unlike Luna. I continued to look around the room. I saw the design of this room is just like an old mansion with modern things. A modern bed, a portrait, and a modern vase with artificial roses on it. If I am living here, maybe I am like a princess.

Damn it. I remember what happens to me last night. Unexpected men blocked my way out from the comfort room. I touched my neck. The part where those idiots injected a syringe, and that is why I lose consciousness. I walked closer to the door and opened it.

I did not see anyone outside. All that I could see here is a chandelier above, giving light to the sofa below and up the stairs. I want to call Luna but I can't and asked him what this place is, whether I am still in the Philippines or abroad.

I went downstairs 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 made me 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. He is the man staring at me like he has planned something for me. Hoping that this is just part of my overthinking.

"So, you are the one who commanded those men," as I am referring to what the three men in the suit have done to me. "And you brought me here to your mansion even though I did not want to. You're stupid bringing me here, and if you want to date me, tell me, do not just bring me somewhere like this." 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 again.

"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 I 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 multiple times you tell that, I don't care. You will be my slave even if you do not wish 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. "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 of 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, and 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, my father 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. I know my father, and he is not like that. What the hell he is saying?

"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.

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, and maybe they just want me to believe them. This would not work for me.

"Provide me more proof to verify it, actual footage, not just pictures that might be edited. I could tell it is edited."

"I am not also an expert, but hell, I can say that the picture was not edited." he took something from behind him, and that was his cellphone. "Wait. I think this proves how stupid you are to believe that the photo 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 did not believe in him.

"I don't care if you don't trust me. The most important aspect is that I told you the fact and the purpose you stayed here," he explained. "You are now under my sovereignty."