Everything was filled in the dark. I couldn't see anything. Where am I? Why am I here?
I tried to step forward but my feet just won't move an inch. I feel like my body was paralyzed. Why should I do?
How do I get to escape this?
"Don't you dare run away!"
I gasped for air and covered my ears when I heard my mother shout. "N-No... I'm not trying to escape! I'm not, promise! I-I'm not..." I looked down as I rub my palm continuously and kneeled.
"You wench! How dare you ruin everything, huh?!"
"Ah!" I screamed when I heard my cousin's voice. She grabbed my hair as she dragged me somewhere. "P-Please... Don't do this... I-I p-promise! I promise I won't ever try to go to the reunion again! If you want, I won't ever appear in front of you. I will keep myself away from you. I promise!"
But she didn't say a thing and continued dragging me. She just stopped and faced me. I saw her face... vividly as the small amount of light pointed at her. She then smiled and slowly walked closer to me.
My body automatically stepped backward in fear. I was taken aback and screamed when my foot felt no ground. There was a cliff behind me! I looked at it but saw nothing. And when I looked back at my cousin, her face was damped because of the uncontrollable tears falling from her eyes. She slowly raised her hand and surprisingly pushed me off.
"Ah!"
My eyes were unknowingly teary when I opened them. I was catching my breath and felt the sweat on my forehead falling down the side of my face. I also felt my hands and feet, tied so tightly when I was about to wipe my tears.
"Had a nightmare?"
I looked up to her—that woman from earlier. That wasn't a dream...
I looked down and my breathing slowly went down.
I did have a nightmare and I thought it was the worst nightmare I had. But I think... this was the worst of the worst nightmare—seeing them as if nothing happened at all. Like everything was just a joke.
"W-What do you want? Money? I doubt it. Just by what you're wearing now was too branded and pricey so why would you still want money? Am I right?"
The woman laughed and looked at the guy beside her. The guy was seemingly like her guard or something as he was just steadily standing there to protect his queen. "This one was funny." The guy then laughed with her but the woman suddenly turned serious. "If we want some money, would you give it to us? Let's say... five hundred million dollars, are we cool?"
My eyes widened in an infraction at her and clenched my fists. I gritted my teeth and looked away when I heard her step closer to me. Surprisingly, she held my cheeks while slowly wiping my tears. "What a crybaby..." She smiled but I knew it wasn't genuine at all. I didn't get shocked when she suddenly grabbed my jaw and pulled my head closer to her face while looking intently at me.
But our attention went to the guy in the minibar near us when we both smelled the undeniable good aroma of the coffee he was preparing for.
The guy with his muscular big body looked at us. I can't help to compare some of his features to my... brother. His thick perfectly arched eyebrows, his thick and curly eyelashes, dark brown-colored almond-shaped eyes, and his... thin pale red lips.
My heart suddenly stung and I immediately looked away. I heard the woman scoff, I looked up to her when she composed herself. She tilted her head but did not cut our contact with our eyes. "You two, leave."
"But Shirley—" the guy—who looked like the guard of the woman—protested with a British accent as he mumble the woman's name. He shut his mouth when she glared at him. Then he awkwardly laughed. "I-I mean, SHIRLEY," the guy emphasized the right pronunciation of her name.
"Henry." Henry—the guy who looked like my brother a bit—then stopped what he was doing and attended to the guy who was standing beside Shirley when he heard her call him.
"Rother, you don't want to get killed, right?" Henry whispered but the silence was too noisy that we still heard it.
Rother cleared his throat and looked away when he met Shirley's eyes. "Y-Yeah, let's go..."
When they disappeared from our sight, my eyes immediately drew on her. But I was about to say something when she got first to talk. "Shirley Hayes. Rother Murray. Henry Napoleon. That's our full name in case you want to investigate about us. And—oh, right! I want to tell you the name of our boss but he doesn't really give it to someone useless and unworthy like you." She grimaced, trying to trigger me.
I gritted my teeth and stopped myself from pulling my hand out to reach her face because I know that the ties were just going to get tighter. Calm down. It's not good to let your enemies see that you're getting irritated by them. It will only give them the satisfaction they wanted so bad to receive from you. I smiled while secretly clenching my fists. "Oh, really? Is that how precious the name of your boss is? How pitiful. I can't even shout it to the world to let everyone know how precious it is. You know, I'm kinda famous so it will help him to be famous and get scared of."
"You're acting brave now, huh?" She smirked and walked closer and bent her body to whisper something to me. "But your eyes can't lie, babe."
I gasped for air in the goosebumps of her whisper. Then she walked through the mini-bar where Henry stood up earlier and prepared a coffee. While she was busy looking for something, I secretly find for something I could use to get out of here. Something sharp and could cut my ties off.
"Looking for something like this?" My eyes immediately darted upon her. I could feel my sweat falling while looking at the knife she was holding as if it was the most precious item in the whole wide world.
They're not good enemies.
That was the only thing I could think of when she suddenly threw the knife at me and my body automatically moved to avoid it. Thankfully, I just received a small wound on my cheek.
I glared at her with the same intensity as hers. We were just looking at each other so intently when she rolled her eyes and took a glass of champagne and put it together with the food that Henry prepared earlier in a tray. While she was walking closer to me, holding the tray so carefully, funny how it still looked so elegant. She was as if a princess who was trained to be prim and proper but tried to rebel and did the things she shouldn't do.
She was about to put the tray down on the table when someone entered the room.