Chapter 32
THE CEO ALPHA KING (-Using her-)
Writer’s P O V
Martins stepped out of the restaurant with Serena by his side after eating the meal he bought her.
He has been thinking, thinking of a way to make things work his way. His father has instructed him to make sure Serena trusts him a hundred percent. To make sure Serena will do anything for him. He is unsure how he will get Serena to do everything he says.
Should I go straight to making her hate King Zed because this is all about making her hate and feel vengeful toward him? I could use a few things. But I need something solid. What exactly should I use? Should I take her to Dad? Dad might know what to do with her. Yes! Let me take her to dad, Martins concluded in his mind.
“Martins. Martins!” Serena shook Martins’s arm.
“I’ve been calling you for minutes now. What were you thinking of?” Serena asked.
“No, nothing. Just thinking about visiting my sick dad before taking you back to the castle. Should I do that?” Martins turned to look at her with pleading eyes.
“Yes, sure,” Serena allowed.
“Okay, thanks. Let me give his nurse a call first,” Martins smiled at her before pulling his phone out. He dialed his dad’s number as he came down from the car. His dad picked up the call after a few rings and he said a few things to him before disconnecting the call.
He entered back into the vehicle and drove Serena to his house. Serena felt anxious all the way. She is not sure if she made a mistake when she told Martins to go see his father. She probably felt this way because she had never met his father.
Martins pulled over in front of a mansion, then came down from the car. Serena kept staring around in confusion. What are we doing here? She wondered as she watched Martins twirl. He came to her door and opened it for her to step down.
“What is this place?” Serena finally voiced out.
“This place?” Martins looked around.
“Oh, it’s my uncle’s house. He left the house to my dad before his death.” Martins answered.
“So, isn’t your dad at the hospital? Why are we here instead?” Serena asked again.
“Uh… my dad hates the smell of hospitals, so we moved him back to his cabin after three days there,” Martins explained.
“Oh,” Serena nodded, feeling sorry.
Martins escorted Serena into the vast mansion. Serena’s mouth remained open throughout the journey to Martin’s father’s bedroom.
They arrived at his father’s cabin and stopped. “I’ll wait for you here. Go ahead,” Serena mumbled to him.
“No, of course not. When I got out of the car, I informed him that I would be coming with a pretty lady that I knew. He told me to bring her; even though he is seriously ill and dying, my father still wants the best for me,” Martins chuckled.
Serena’s cheeks began to flush. Pretty lady? She questioned herself silently.
“So, let’s go inside together, okay?” Martins squeezed her arm and waited for her to speak.
“Okay,” Serena nodded her head once in acknowledgment. Martins opened the door afterward and entered with Serena.
Serena quickly went to sit down on the sofa in the large room. Her gaze was fixed on the sick man lying on the bed, his entire body covered in bandages. She felt sorry for Martins and his father. She watched Martins sit beside his father on the bed.
Martins took his father’s hand and squeezed it. “Hi Dad, I’m here,” Martins spoke softly. The older man opened his eyes and coughed a little.
“Oh, you are here? Where is that beautiful lady you said you were coming with?” His dad asked.
Serena quickly got up on her feet, thankful that she was putting on something presentable for once in her life. “Come here, Serena,” Martins beckoned on her.
Serena stood to her feet and moved her legs and soon found herself standing beside the sick man. “Hello, sir, good day,” she greeted, feeling very nervous. She has never done something like this before.
“Hello daughter-in-law, sit down, please,” the older man urged her to sit with a forced smile on his face.
“Oh… okay,” She shook her head. She sat down on a wooden chair behind her.
“So, how are you? I’ve heard so much about you from my son,” the older man said.
“I’m fine, sir,” Serena replied. She looked straight into the man’s eyes, and a look of familiarity crossed her eyes.
I’ve seen this man before. But where? Where did I see him? Serena thought to herself.
“Oh, I see. You look so beautiful, and my son has such great taste in women. Not that he has brought any woman home before, you are the first, and I hope you’ll be the last,” the man coughed a little after saying.
“Huh,” Serena looked up at Isaac upon the man’s words, a look of confusion crossing her face as she stared at him.
“It’s true. I have never brought a lady home before. You are the first. I’m glad my sick father remembered even when he was very ill,” Martins sighed sadly at the end.
Serena looked down at the older man again. And she caught him staring intensely at her. It made her cringe.
I have seen him before. But where? She kept asking herself. He doesn’t sound sick either. Maybe he is getting much better. I want him to get better so that Martins will stop working at the king’s castle. Serena hoped.
Not that she hated the fact that Martins was working for the king. She just doesn’t want history to repeat itself. She doesn’t want to put Martin’s life in danger because of her, and he has also told her that he would protect her in place of her brother. She wants him to be safe and nothing more.
“You see, I might not survive this, so will you please look after my son after I am gone?” The older man spoke up again.
Serena snapped her head up to look at the man again.
“Dad!!” Martins exclaimed.
“You see, son, I’m just telling the truth. King Zed doesn’t want me to live, he wants me dead. Even if I survive this one, he will surely come back for me. That is what you get from pissing the king off,” the older man said as he stared at Martins.
“That won’t happen. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll plead with the king to forgive and let you live. I’ll work for him forever if it means you get to live,” Martins said, looking desperate.
Serena kept staring at the father and son in total confusion. What are they chatting about? King Zed doesn’t want him to live?
What’s all this?
“So, you see, my daughter-in-law. Please take care of him for me. I might look so strong now, but I’m not strong. I’m dying, and when I finally pass away, I want you to be beside my son and console him. We only have each other. I’ve lost my wife and daughter. My daughter died because of school bullies, while my wife died because she pissed off King Zed the same way I pissed him off. But I can’t help it; I’ve been trying to keep my anger for him at bay for so many years, but every time I see him, I remember my dead wife, who was choked to death. I’ve missed her a lot too. It’s time I see her again,” the older man coughed again at the end of his words.
Shocked, Serena could only stare at the dying old man. Not knowing how to react to his words. “Could you stop it? Stop saying all this. Serena, please let me take you back,” Martins stood up, looking angry.
He grabbed Serena, then pulled her out of the room and down to the kitchen area of the enormous mansion.
“Stay here. I’ll soon be back for you. When I get back, then we can leave.” Martins declared, then turned to leave.
“Wait,” Serena grabbed his hand. Martins turned to face Serena again.
“What did your father just say? You are serving the king because of your father. Not because you need money?” Serena asked, staring curiously at him.
“No, don’t mind my dying father. He is old, and he tends to mix things up,” Martins forced a smile at her. He turned to leave again, but Serena proceeded to hold him tight.
“Please tell me. What’s all this? Is it true? Does King Zed want your father dead?” Serena asked. Martins squeezed his eyes tight until they became watery, and then he looked down at Serena.
“Telling you won’t change anything, Serena. My father will still die just the way my mom and sister died,” Martins mumbled, sounding very heartbroken.
A soft gasp escaped her lips upon his words, then she stepped back from him. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, taking her eyes to the floor.
“Hey, it’s okay. None of these is your fault. The king has been killing ever since he ascended the throne; my mom is not the first, and neither will she be the last. “He is the king, and he will continue to kill, even if the victims are mostly innocent,” Martins said sadly.
“Okay. I’ll go talk to my father before we leave. You shouldn’t have heard all that. I’m sorry,” Martins apologized before leaving.
Serena sat down on the kitchen stool there, feeling so bad. Martins got to his father’s room and shut the door. He was glad that his father’s room was soundproof and Serena wouldn’t be able to hear a word they said.
“The girl is quite naive. She is our best shot,” Martins’s father laughed.
“She believes everything we told her, and she even feels guilty. But Dad, we won’t hurt her. I don’t want her hurt, Martins reminded.
“I know that. I know. But why? I mean, the girl is destined to be Zed’s savior. She is in this world because of him,” the older man said.
“What do you mean by that?” Martins asked, getting curious.
The older man clicked his tongue twice. “You should never develop feelings for her because you’ll never be able to get her. You won’t have her. I’m just advising you so you won’t get heartbroken at the end,” the older man explained to his son.
“Your advice came too late,” Martins mumbled, looking away. The older looked at him for a while, and he shook his head.
“You will understand pretty soon. “You should have been more curious about why she is our only weapon for capturing the king before getting involved with her,” he continued.
“You couldn’t even get her on your own, and you had to bring her here for me to do it. Well, I’m glad you did, but pray she doesn’t recognize me and go blab it to her brother or the king himself.” The older man scolded.
“You can leave with her now. Take her back and watch very her closely. Make sure you learn everything that goes on between Zed and her. Leave now,” the older man waved at him.
Martins sighed.
“Okay, I’ll leave now. Take care of yourself,” Martins mumbled, heading for the door.
He opened the door and went out. He descended the stairs and went to Serena, who was still sitting on the kitchen stool, looking lost in thought. Martins fixed his fingers into his trouser pocket, his gaze focused on Serena as he watched her.
Right. What are you? Why are you the only weapon that can take down King Zed? Martins thought as he looked at her. What is your relationship with King Zed? I’m dying to know.
I hope it’s not intimate because I’d love to have you to myself. You are one pure, innocent girl. I need your type, there aren’t many females who are innocent and pure again. What can I do? I want you all to myself, and I am willing to use whatever means necessary to get what I want.