Chapter Twenty Four

Victoria's POV

As I stared at her I couldn't understand, it just didn't make any sense.

Why would she want to kidnap me? Is it money she wants?

What exactly?

I never would have perceived her capable of kidnaping someone.

"Don't act so surprised please," she chuckled and stepped into the room and closed the door herself.

"Temi?" I asked, completely dumbfounded.

"Yep," she popped the 'p' "Are you really that surprised?" She sat on the bed and ran her hands over the sheets.

She nodded at herself then looked up at me.

My own assistant had kidnapped me and only God knows her true intentions.

If they told me that the quiet Temi, the woman who never spoke unless spoken to, the woman that I found really smart and beautiful was capable of kidnapping someone, I definitely would have laughed in the person's face.

She has this innocent look to her and I'm very sure my family would never in a million years suspect her of this.

The quiet ones really shouldn't be trusted. They are quiet but deadly.

She has worked with me for close to a year now and in the company for about two years before she became my assistant so that makes it about three years.

All her years in the office, I'm very sure she has been sitting back and carefully planning every single action, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

"I don't understand," I couldn't move even though every single part of my brain wanted to.

"It's a long story really, one I'm not ready to tell you just yet." She looked around the room. "Is it only me or it's cold in here?"

"It's cold," I answered. "Why?" I pressed.

I needed answers. She can't just tell me that she won't give me answers now. I need them.

"Like I said," she stood up and walked to the other end of the room. "It's a story I'm not ready to tell you." She stepped in front of me. "But know that your father put you in all this mess. I really wasn't going to involve you but your sister is much harder to kidnap."

What does she mean? She keeps confusing me even further.

"Does he know?" I was referring to my dad.

"No," she walked around me, as if sampling me. "Which makes my mission easier."

I turned around to find her standing by the door. She crossed her arms. "Don't worry, I'll make your death quick. It's such a pity your baby won't get to see the light of this world. But I guess I'm doing it a favor, it's a cruel world after all."

My whole body shook with fear at her words. She's going to kill me, not even having pity on the fact that I was pregnant.

I couldn't believe the enemy had been working right under me all this while. Right under my very nose and I was completely oblivious. I didn't even know I had an enemy to begin with.

“Why?” Even if she doesn’t tell me what my father did to make her hate him this much and want to take revenge on him through his daughter, at least I deserve to know why she wants to kill me. There are so many ways to get revenge on someone, murder isn’t always the answer.

She tsked and stood straighter. “Too many questions.” She took a step closer.

I noticed she was restless, not staying in the same spot for up to thirty seconds.

“Are my guys treating you well? I gave them specific instructions to make you as comfortable as possible.” She definitely sounded like she was crazy.

Who wants to make their kidnapped victim comfortable to end up killing them at the end? She was really sick.

“As weird as it sounds, I hate seeing people mistreated. That’s why I’m going to make your death quick and painless even though that’s what you deserve.” She shrugged.

“You’re sick,” I spat.

How could someone have such a twisted and sick mind? Most of the people we see walking around us definitely have something wrong in their heads that we are not aware of. This thought alone makes me shiver.

She chuckled. “I’ve been called worse. Anyways, I have to go back to pretending.” She shuddered. “It’s exhausting. We’ll catch up later.” She said it as if we were best buddies.

I watched her walk out of the room and soon after I heard the locks.

I no longer felt like sitting on the bed even though my legs were already crying for me to. I was disgusted at the same time afraid for my life. I never thought that this is how my life is going to end, seven months pregnant and I didn’t even get the chance to tell the love of my life that I’m still madly in love with him even though I left him for someone else.

My family and friends, I didn’t get to say goodbye to them. I still have so much to say to them.

Victoria get a grip of yourself! You’re not dying, Andrew’s going to find you.

If he finds me, maybe I’ll be dead by then.

Have you forgotten Miles?

Didn’t forget him, not at all. I miss them both.

You miss Andrew more.

I never said that!

Not directly.

Just shut up!

I sighed already tired of having a mental battle with myself. I decided to sit on the floor instead.

The fact that Temi sat on the bed makes the idea of laying on it sound like a horrible one.

The floor was still cold and uncomfortable but I was hell bent on not laying on the bed.

Did I really not miss Miles?

Honestly the one name and person that I wouldn't stop thinking about and imagining bursting right through that door is Andrew and not Miles.

I do care about Miles a lot and in general I just want to get out of here and see the people that I really care about and never let go of them. But as the hours are ticking by, the thought of Andrew wouldn't leave my head.

I really did make a mistake choosing Miles. I was really clouded by lust, I definitely wasn't thinking straight.

I heard the locks move out of place and I didn't bother to sit up, just turned to the door.

The one guy that I've come to know, the only other human I've seen in this place apart from Temi walked into the room this time he was holding clothes.

I watched him take off the bed sheets and replace it with a new one then he handed me the rest of the folded clothes.

I looked at his face, then the clothes. "Why?"

"She doesn't like you on this clothes, she says they're dirty." He answered.

I took the hem of the shirt I was wearing and smelt it. I quickly retracted it from my nose. It really was dirty.

Before the guy handed me the clothes I watched him tear off the tags on them.

"What's your name?" I asked as I took the clothes from him and examined each piece of clothing.

Sweats and a black T-shirt. At least I would be dying in a fresh pair of clothes.

The guy looked at the door, as if scared that someone would burst right through them. He looked at me again. "Jack."

"Why are you helping her?" I didn't want to judge him from the way he carried himself and talked, Temi has thought me not to, but in my opinion he looked like someone that wanted to stay out of trouble.

"I get something in return." He tucked his hands into his pockets.

"Is she threatening you? Your family?" I was also really surprised that he was talking to me today.

He didn't respond and I sighed. "If you tell me, I'll make sure you're kept out of this when I get out of here."

He chuckled. "If you get out of here." He started to walk away.

"But what if I get out of here?" That got him to stop in his tracks.

He didn't turn around to me but he spoke. "I owe her some money and if I do this, I'm debt free." With that he locked the door behind him.

At least there's someone I'm hoping to save if I get out of here.

It's a really big if.