Mia’s POV
After he left me that day, leaving me extremely confused and lost, I wasn’t sure of what to think any longer.
He had also send someone to come get the ruined wedding dress a few hours after he had exited my bedroom, and I had hastily handed it over because merely looking at it was traumatizing enough.
I could never really fully wrap my head around this man and how he operates.
He was deadly and dangerous. I could tell so much about him from the way he acted, and I knew that human life meant very little to him. I could see that whenever he looked at me, he despised me with every fiber of his being.
But yet, he wouldn’t kill me and he also wouldn’t force himself on me, so what exactly did he want to do with me?
I didn’t see him the next day or the day after that, so I started to take that time to catch my breath and I even decided later on to try and make friends with the woman that was bringing food to my room. I realized after a while of trying to bring up conversations with her that she was actually quite friendlier than she looked. She told me that her name was Maria and she also introduced me to some other maids in the mansion.
Sometimes, I tend to forget that I had been kidnapped from time to time, but then I would be reminded when one of the guards would brush past me and give me a sharp gaze that will send shivers down my spine, but apart from that and the overall feeling that I was being watched to the point that if I sneezed, I was sure that it was been documented somewhere, things were not so bad… especially when I was with the maids.
On one of such days after I was done having my lunch I arranged my plate and the glass that I had a drunk orange juice from, along with the utensils that I used while eating and gather them to the kitchen to wash them when Maria saw me she looked as if she was about to pass out and began to bully me to give her the dishes.
“Mia, why are you trying to make me lose my job? you know that this is why I am here. Why did you cook your food by yourself and now you are even going to wash the dishes too?”
I felt my chest deflate a little bit because I had thought that Maria would be happy with what I had done and even proud of me as well and for a moment I thought about my father and how he constantly scolded me for attempting to do some domestic chores, but then I remembered that Maria was not my father and if she was actually saying this, it was because she was worried about me.
“I just thought that I could help out a little bit. After all, I don’t eat that much and the dishes aren’t so tedious either…”
Her facial features seemed to relax a little bit but she still seemed very tense as her eyes swept across the kitchen as if she was expecting somebody to pop out of the blue and while I was distracted she took the dishes away from me and brought them to the dishwasher.
“My dear, please don’t ever do that again I know that you mean well but if you want to eat something that needs to be cooked then you can just call me or any of or the other maids…I don’t want our boss to think that we are slacking around or making you work against your own will,”
I could easily catch the tone of fear that was in her voice as she was speaking about my kidnapper, Lorenzo, I had realized that whenever anyone ever spoke of him, it was always in hushed whispers and this trace of fear was always found in their voices.
It was like they respected him, but above that respect was a gripping fear that made it almost impossible for them to even think of defying him.
I remembered my experience with Fernando and how Lorenzo had shot him down without any hesitation and from the way they spoke it seems as if Lorenzo was someone that had held Fernando close to himself but he did not blink an eye in ending his life the moment he figured out that he was a traitor.
“What kind of man is he?” The question suddenly blurted out of my mouth before I could get the chance to properly arrange it and Maria’s eyes came up to mine.
She looked like she was about to ask me who I was referring to but then her own thoughts processed, I could see realization spreading across her face and I figured that she realized that I was her boss.
“Well, that question is a bit complicated but what I can say for sure is that he is not like any other man that you have ever met,”
I didn’t know how much difference that would mean for me since I was thoroughly sheltered for the eighteen years of my life so I had not been in contact with other men that were not my father or the guards.
But, from the way that I have seen men portrayed in movies, he was really a different species on his own, constantly going through a roller coaster of emotions without ever seeming to take a break or halt.
“Is that why all of you are so scared of hi-?”
Maria did not allow me to complete my sentence before she suddenly sprinted up and placed her palm over my mouth.
“Mia, be careful with the way you speak…”
Then her voice suddenly dropped.
“The walls have ears…”
I couldn’t believe that I had totally forgotten that I was being Maria. I almost made a very serious mistake if it wasn’t for Maria.
I mumbled a quiet apology to her and then she sighed looking away.
“Try to be more careful, Miss Mia…” she said to me, then she began to attend to the other dishes that were in the sink.
“He’s a good man…” she finally said after a while of washing the dishes.
I numbly nodded my head even though I most definitely wasn’t agreeing with her right now.
Lorenzo was a good man? A Good man my foot. That was almost laughable.
If he was a good man, then I wasn’t a virgin.
Maria let out a sigh which pulled me back into the present just as she continued to speak.
“… or at least he would have been, if it wasn’t for someone…”