His Sweetest Obsession

Kabanata 1

THE FAINT NOISES of people talking to each other is the first thing I heard. I tried to moved but I groaned when I felt how painful my body is.

"Call Brandon." A cold baritone voice passes by like a wind. I shiver when it echoed through my ears. I slowly open my eyes. I blink and blink to have a clear sight of the surroundings.

A figure of a man sitting arrogantly with a newspaper in his hands and a cup of coffee beside him. I can't see him well because his far away from the bed I am lying.

"P-Papa?" I called softly. I groaned when intolerable pain struck my side waist. Nanghihina akong napahawak dito.

I gasped in shock when a firm hand grabs my hair downwards that made me look up at him. "Tsk. Do I look like your father, wife?"

My lips parted because of the uneasiness he brings. He looks like a beast. A beautiful one. How ironic it is.

I groaned helplessly when his grip tightens. "You look so lost, Wife. And I love what I sees." Tears clouded in the corner of my eye when I heard how merciless he is.

Hindi niya ba nakikita na masakit ang lahat ng bahagi ng katawan ko tapos ano daw? Natutuwa pa siya?

"Alaric." A man wearing a white robe enter. I must say he's a Doctor.

"What are you doing to my patient?" The man holding my hair is still staring at me–not minding the Doctor.

Alaric–the man holding me stares at me with so much hatred. His green eyes are like the depths of the forest. Dark, and full of mysteries.

"Patient, my ass. She's my unlovingly wife who look so lost right now." He said as if he was disgusted. He forcefully let me go na naging dahilan nang pagkirot ng aking katawan. I look at his back angrily.

"I am not your wife." He stops from his tracks. "And I am not considering you as one." He said with so much seriousness, then he sits and read the newspaper again, as if he didn't say something so mean.

"How are you?" I look at the Doctor.

I smile slightly. "Medyo masakit lang po yung tagiliran ko saka ang ulo ko, Doc." He nods gently. His brown eyes are looking as if he's reading me.

"Do you remember anything?" My brows furrowed to remember what happened.

"S-Si P-Papa..." I look at the Doctor.

Nangilid ang luha ko. "Nag aalala na ang Papa ko sakin, especially I'm not home. I need to go home." Tinanggal ko ang kumot na nakabalot sakin.

"Margaux, calm down. You shouldn't move!" I sob when pain spread in my head and side waist.

"Ah!" I screamed when I felt how painful it is.

"Shit!" I heard both men cursed.

The pain decreased when something pierces my right arm. My sight began to blur. "I-It hurts. P-Papa." I murmured before I completely pass out.

THE BUZZING sound of the aircon wake me up. I open my eyes and welcome with the most vibrant color of pink. I slowly sit up to look at the surroundings. This is not my room.

I touch my side waist when I felt how half of the pain vanishes. I once look at the room again. It was full of life. I must say that the owner is in love with pink–not the pastel though. From the furniture's, curtains, bed, and to the wall–everything was covered in pink.

Lumingon ako sa kanan nan gamy marinig na suminghap. A maid wearing a shock and scared face is standing by the open door.

I slightly smile. "Come in." I said softly.

"G-Gising na po pala kayo, M-Madam." Aniya habang mabagal na lumakad papunta sa aking harap. Pinag sawalang-bahala ko na lang ang kanyang kinikilos. Because the more that I would notice every action she did then she would end up really nervous.

"Who's the owner of this room?" I tried to be friendly with my voice.

I didn't look at her because from the corner of my eyes, I saw how she fidgets. "S-Sa inyo po, Madam." My brows furrowed. Did my father renovate my room without my knowledge?

"Is Papa home?" I can't help but to be excited just the thought of my father is with me again. I abruptly stand up and excitedly walk through the door.

"M-Madam!" I heard the maid called.

With so much happiness consuming me, no one can stop me from welcoming my Papa. I flinched every time because of the wound in my side waist but it's quite bearable, so I continued.

"M-Madam, papagalitan ako ni Mayor pag nakita niya ho kayong nasa labas ng kwarto." Aniya ng maid na nakasunod pala sa akin.

"Its's okay. My Papa would never be mad at anyone easily." I said without thinking hard to what she just said. I was busy looking at every corner of the house because it looks so different with the one, we had.

"Did Papa really renovate the whole house?" I murmured in thoughts.

I heard some light footsteps from my back which remind me of my father who always sneakily scare me to death when my back is facing him. I giggled.

"Catch you!" I laugh when I suddenly turn around and hold his arms so he won't let me go. Nangunot ang noo ko nang walang marinig na tawa. I was expecting my father's hazel eyes staring at mine but instead, green eyes welcome me.

"H-Huh?" My mouth gaped in confusion. I eventually let his arm go when I saw I was holding into it.

He crossed his veiny arms arrogantly. "Who told you your allowed to get out from your room?" I step back when I felt how suffocating his presence is.

Akma akong nitong hahawakan nang humakbang uli ako paatras. He laughs sarcastically. "What? You're avoiding my touch, even I was the one who should?" I look at him. How arrogant he is?!

"Is it right to touch a woman without her permission?" I look at him sharply. I secretly gulped when I saw how his jaw clenched in irritation.

"Your right, but then in the first place, I didn't even consider you as one, you whore." Hindi ako makapaniwalang nakatingin dito. Did I hear it right? Whore?

Before I even protest, several maids surround me and held me tightly. "Lock her up to her room. The moment I saw her again wandering this mansion, you'll be fired right away!"

"T-Teka! H-Hey, you irritating specie! H-Hoy! A-Ano ba! Let me go!" I shouted with so much irritation. Naiinis kong tiningnan ang lalaking berde ang mga mata hanggang sa tuluyan na itong mawala sa aking paningin.

The servants gently locked me in the pink room which I was grateful for. But the gratefulness vanishes when I thought that I was locked up again in the four walls of the house.

I gently seat in the carpeted floor–hands both in my head, thinking that I shouldn't' have followed the light.