Chapter 4 4

Isabella and Raechal got busy chatting, and Martina was standing quietly with them while holding her mother's hand. A waiter approached them with a tray full of drinks as the ladies took each, and when Martina was about to take hers, her mother asked.

"Which of them is not alcohol?" She asked as the waiter replied, "This one, ma'am," he answered robotically. "Martina, take this one," she said as Martina nodded, "Ok, Mom," before taking the simple orange juice as she held it with both of her hands for balance, and when the waiter went away, she held it with one hand.

Isabella and Raechel were talking about something in which Martina was not even a bit interested, as her focus was on everyone there, and she was getting amused by seeing those rich people's behaviour. Even though Vincent is rich enough to provide his family with a luxury life, they denied having servants and bodyguards and all.

They just want to live a simple life with no worries. Vincent had become the lawyer of many rich people. Martina finished her drink as she glanced at her mother but found them talking. "Mom," she spoke softly as Isabella looked at her. "Yes, baby," she asked, "Where do I put this?" Isabella looked here and there and found the dustbin in the corner before saying.

"Ok, let's go and put it there," she said as Raechal found it a bit weird. "Mom, I also want to go to the washroom." Before Isabella could say anything, Raechal spoke. "The washroom is there dear you can go," she said to Martina as she nodded and her mother was about to go with her when Raechal spoke again "Let her go Isabella she will be here and infront of our eyes."

"I know, but--" she protested. "Oh, Isabella, she is not a child, dear; let her go." Martina looked at them quietly as Isabella let her hand go and said,. "Go and come quickly, hmm, and remember what your dad told you," she said, reminding her as Martina nodded before mumbling a small yes as she began to go towards the dustbin to throw the empty glass.

She walked in her own daze, and after throwing the glass, she went towards the washroom. She entered it and did her business, and after coming out, she was washing her hands when she heard something: "Hello everyone, I welcome all of you." The sound was loud as it came from the mic, and she realized that the speech of Santos had begun.

"Oh no," she spoke softly and wiped her hands with a paper towel and disposed of it before walking fast towards the door. She exited it and moved forward to the place where her mother was standing but found no one. Her heart thumped with fear as she could only see strange faces. She walked towards the other hall from where the voice was coming.

Many people were also going in the same direction as well. Someone came into her way as she changed it to go away, but there were so many people. She tried to pass them through different ways, but someone came into her view again and again, and after getting frustrated, she spoke.

"Move away, mister," she spoke with a hurried expression as she was looking again and again for her parents at the giant hall. "What did you say?" he spoke surprisingly as a muscle twitched in his jaw.

"I said move away," she said with a hardness in her voice as his veins popped. "Do you even know who I am?" he spoke in his dangerous voice. "Yes, I know you are a human," she said and was about to go away, but he yanked her arm and pinned her on the nearby wall, catching her off guard.

"You are going to regret this, little miss," he said while tugging a strand of hair behind her ear. "Huh?" she said, and he went away as she looked at his dumbfounded grey hazel eyes but shrugged her shoulders casually, thinking of him as a drunkard.

She couldn't hear him properly as the noise was so loud and he was whispering, and moreover, she was already frustrated. Her phone buzzed, and when she glanced at it, she found her mother was calling.

"Hello, Mom, where are you?" She said it loudly so she could hear her clearly. "Come at the hall where everyone is coming," she spoke hurriedly as Martina cut the call after saying yes.

She followed the crowd and could see Santos giving a speech, but her brown eyes scanned the whole room where everyone was sitting, and at one table she found her father waving as she got relaxed and walked towards them and sat beside her mother.

"Are you okay, baby?" Isabella spoke with worry as Martina smiled before replying, "Yes, Mom, I'm fine, and what can possibly happen to me?" She reassured her mother as Vincent relaxed, seeing her all fit and fine.

Everyone gave attention to Santos's speech as Martina was getting bored because she couldn't understand what he was talking about. She was sighing again and again as a small pout formed on her rosy lips.

On the other hand, Pedro was getting amused with each passing second as he was staring at her every move and was getting surprised with her behaviour. At this point he was confirmed that Vincent and his wife are the parents of her.

He smirked venomously, and when she pouted, his mind went wild as he imagined every sin he could do to her. Suddenly she roamed her eyes around, and when her eyes landed on him. He felt a sudden current passing throughout his body, and her face went shocked as she mumbled something under her breath while glaring at him, leaving him amused again.

He raised his eyebrow as she cowered away and broke the eye contact, making him chuckle internally. 'Interesting,' he thought and gave attention to the speech while stealing glances at her from time to time only to find her bored.

Meanwhile, Martina was scrolling through her phone, but she was feeling a burning gaze on her side, and whenever she looked around, she found no one because Pedro is smart enough to not let her be suspicious of him.

She again roamed her eyes around, and unknowingly her eyes caught Pedro's face as she again glared at him. 'Idiot,' she muttered under her breath and gave attention to her phone. She was gulping again and again as the strange feeling increased inside her, and she again took it as a fragmentation of her imagination.

She doesn't know what she has gotten herself into.