Chapter 3 Threatened

Scott stormed out of the room after he heard what Agnes had to say, but he quickly took a moment to regain his composure and control over his emotions.

"Does she really believe she can escape from him?" he pondered to himself, his mind racing.

"Certainly not," a pair of armed men stood bowing respectfully to Scott as he relaxed on his sofa, trying to maintain a semblance of calmness.

"Find her," he ordered them sharply, "and don't even think about coming back unless you succeed." With that warning, he casually sipped his coffee while flipping through a magazine, presenting himself with a certain air of sophistication.

Meanwhile, Rinalisa was grappling with a terrifying reality after being abducted. She found herself in a sprawling, luxurious mansion, only to realize that it belonged to the notorious Levi family.

"Where am I?" she asked in a trembling voice, her heart racing as she desperately tried to recall the last moments before she lost consciousness. She remembered being taken gradually; as she approached her room, all she could remember was the sudden darkness that engulfed her when she fainted.

The sight of Rinalisa evoked memories for Doona, who smiled broadly at her, while Rinalisa clenched her jaw tightly, feeling the flames of anger rise within her.

"Let me go! I have no interest in working with you!" she shouted defiantly, her eyes locking onto a strikingly beautiful young lady who elegantly descended the staircase in a fitted gown that revealed part of her thigh. The lady rolled her eyes upon spotting Rinalisa standing beside Doona.

Doona chuckled softly as she approached Rinalisa, lifting her chin and locking gazes with her in an intense stare.

"I'm actually here to give you orders now," she declared smugly. "I don't have space for weak and pitiful individuals. You will work for me." Rinalisa could only snort in response to her arrogance.

"I see you have some understanding of my sister's service right now, but I can assure you, you will regret this. She will turn against you eventually, and you will be the one who suffers the consequences..."

Before Rinalisa could finish her sentence, she felt a sharp sting across her face as Kiara, the lady beside Doona, slapped her hard, making her vision blur momentarily.

"Would I?" Kiara asked mockingly, a sly smile dancing on her lips. At that moment, Rinalisa realized that the lady before her was Kiara.

"Kiara," she gasped in utter disbelief, but Kiara yanked her hair hard, eliciting a grimace of pain from Rinalisa.

"How dare you paint me as the villain when you know you are the true monster here? I'm quite sure Scott has seen what's under your guise of beauty," Kiara taunted, just as Doona approached them.

"Let's save our little games for another time; I'm short on time today," Doona emphasized as two medical professionals stepped into the room. Rinalisa's mind raced with fear at the thought of what they were about to do to her.

One of the doctors began to prepare to inject something into her when Kiara suddenly stopped them, a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Don't give her any sleeping medicine," Kiara instructed them, causing Rinalisa's eyes to widen in alarm.

"What are you planning to do with me?" she demanded, her voice shaking as Kiara moved closer, whispering softly in her ear.

"I'm going to give you everything you've always deserved ever since we were children, dear sister," Kiara said, a sinister tone underlying her words.

Suddenly, Rinalisa felt an excruciating pain as a part of her skin was cut away. She screamed out in agony, the sound echoing in the room.

"This is the exact sound I've been yearning to hear," Kiara giggled cruelly, watching as Rinalisa succumbed to the pain and fainted, while Doona observed from the side with a satisfied smile creeping across her thin lips.

At the same time, in a different household, Lily and her family were sitting down to dinner when the doorbell rang unexpectedly.

"I'll take care of that," Max, Lily's husband, said as he dashed to answer the door. When he opened it, he found a muscular middle-aged man standing there, which left Max puzzled about who he was.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Lily," the man said, making Lily's heart race as she stopped what she was doing to listen. She quickly made her way to the doorway, her nerves bubbling to the surface as she approached him.

"Sweetheart, do you recognize this man?" Max asked, noticing the sudden change in Lily's expression.

"I... I'm not entirely sure," Lily stammered in a nervous tone.

"He's a co-worker of mine," she quickly added, which made the man nod in agreement.

"Please, come in, Mr.," Max said with a smile as the stranger smirked at Lily's response.

As Max stepped aside to take a phone call, the man took his chance to enter.

"Oh, a colleague? Interesting," he remarked, scanning the room with an amused smile.

"Why are you here, Hadrain?" Lily asked firmly, finally taking control of the conversation as he closed the distance between them with a grin.

"I've missed you," he confessed, a statement that caused her to frown deeply.

"Please knock it off! I don't want to play these games! Use the door to leave," she said, attempting to walk away, but his next words stopped her in her tracks.

"I found your daughters," he announced ominously.

Her heart dropped at his words as she quickly turned back to face him, a whirlwind of emotions flashing across her face.

"Can you tell me where they are?" she asked urgently, moving closer in her desperation, which only made her panic grow when he approached her even more.

"You know where to find me," he murmured softly, before turning and leaving, leaving Lily feeling helpless as she returned to the dining room.

Her son, who had been silently observing the exchange, remarked, "I didn't like the way that man was looking at you," to which Lily tried to return a forced smile.

Meanwhile, Rinalisa slowly opened her eyes, only to be startled by the sight of Scott watching her with an intense stare.

"How did I get here?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper as Scott approached her menacingly. He grasped her neck firmly, tightening his grip as he yelled furiously.

"How dare you try to escape!" he shouted while she gasped for air, desperately trying to speak.

"I didn't..." she stuttered, but a sudden shock consumed her body, making her think that Scott's rage was quite literally choking the life out of her. She tried again, struggling to say the name that was on her lips.

"Doona..." she breathed out, feeling her blood run cold as she spoke that name.

"You will be locked in your room for three days without food or water," Scott told her coldly, dragging her away to her room as she attempted to assert her side of the story, feeling an invisible force holding her back.

"I own your miserable life entirely," he sneered before violently tossing her into her room.

As Rinalisa landed against the door with a thud, she began to weep, realizing her situation was hopeless. Cowering in a corner, she felt utterly defeated.

Meanwhile, Richard sighed heavily as he dialed a number for what felt like the hundredth time, only for the call to go unanswered yet again. Frustrated, he turned his attention to his laptop to start working.

Just as he settled in, his phone rang, and he eagerly picked it up, expecting it to be the person he had been waiting to speak with. However, he scoffed when he saw the caller's ID displayed on the screen.

"Richard, you need to be at the mansion tomorrow," Doona's voice came through, making him furrow his brows in confusion.

"Why?" he asked lazily, only to hear her mutter something under her breath before responding to him.

"Jonathan will be there tomorrow to discuss your father's will," she informed him, which led him to merely hum in reply before ending the call.

Once the call was finished, Richard's gaze fell on the background image of a strikingly beautiful woman displayed on his phone. He stared at it for a long time before ultimately switching the device off.

Meanwhile, Scott tossed and turned in his bed, a cold sweat coating his body as he struggled to find comfort. Suddenly, he jumped up, breathing heavily, clutching his chest in pain.

He screamed in agony, but the soundproof walls of his room swallowed his cries whole. His screams continued to grow louder as he clung to his chest, struggling with the pain, then desperately reached for his phone to call for help. As he dialed a contact, he whimpered from the intensity of his suffering before losing consciousness entirely.

"Scott!" a concerned voice called out, but there was no answer from him.