Friend or Foe? - 6

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Trigger warning : Depiction of strong language, abuse, sexual assault, violence.

Christian POV :

I was in my study, going through my documents when thoughts of that girl Isabella came to my mind again. It's so frustrating.

She's beautiful. I have never been attracted to someone before. I also wouldn't mind using her to my advantage But for some reason, this decision didn't seem right to me.

I looked outside the window, trying to push my thoughts aside. A maid came and informed me, "Good Morning, Sir. Isabella has been changed into a new set of clothes and was treated by a doctor. She will probably be awake soon." With that, she left. I decided to take a look at her, so I left whatever I was doing and went towards her room.

I slowly opened the doors to her room. She was asleep on the bed, her figure sinking into the huge mattress, making her look tiny on that king-sized bed.

I grabbed a nearby chair and sat on it, staring at her intensely. I dismissed the other maids present in the room with her. Ten minutes passed, but she didn't open her eyes; she was sleeping so soundly.

However, her angelic face seemed to have another personality with devilish thoughts behind it. After all she's the daughter of that monster.

I decided to slouch down a bit on the armchair. I ordered wine, then abruptly removed my sweatshirt and threw it on the ground.

She slowly opened her eyes, grabbing my attention. She scrunched her eyes and rose up from her position. I observed her making those faces while she cracked her sore muscles, she might be in pain.

Her feet looked like they had endured a lot yesterday, as if she had run too much for them to bear the pain.

She finally took a look around her surroundings but still didn't seem to notice me. She looked amazed at the clothes she was wearing. Noticing the dressed wound on her foot, she started wiggling her toes to check it out. Her doing that, eventually made me chuckle on her cuteness.

"How's your wound?" I asked from behind her. She flinched hard at the unexpected sound, which made me laugh at her startled reaction.

She slowly turned towards me and asked, "Did you have a good sleep?" I responded with a sly smile, noticing her shock and confusion.

As her eyes trailed down, she widened them at the sight of my abs and muscles, realizing I was shirtless. I smirked at her reaction. Quickly, she closed her eyes and turned away nervously, exhibiting a witless behaviour akin to a 10 year.

I scoffed at her reaction, "Who a-are you-u?" she stammered, her voice barely audible.

"You probably don't know," I casually dismissed her question. I thought of teasing her, but she suddenly raised her voice and yelled, "Then why the hell am I here?!!" Unfortunately, it was too late; the words had already escaped, and they triggered my ego.

My smile turned into a cold and angry stare in an instant. I advanced towards her, causing her to back away in fear. She was visibly scared, and seeing her like that quickly dissipated my anger. She looked frightened, and I struggled to contain my grin. She found herself at the end of the bed, but as she tried to stand up, I grabbed her right ankle, pulling her closer to me. We were now in close proximity, and I could sense her unsteady breath beneath me.

Leaning closer to her ear, I let my dominance loomed over her, causing a shiver down her spine. In a serious tone, I whispered, "If you're impolite again, there will be consequences." I could tell it had an impact on her; she seemed genuinely afraid, as she should be.

Her actions lead my mind to go berserk, causing me to lose my composure completely. I had to leave the room to gather my thoughts and regain control of my emotions; Her behavior made me reflect on my actions, leading me to question If she is truly the daughter of that man?.

I vented my frustration by banging my hand on the nearby wall before heading to the monitoring room. I had cameras in her bedroom, not out of personal interest but simply to observe her every move. Even if she is innocent, I still can't trust anyone.

Despite her friendly demeanor, I knew I had to remain vigilant, i still can't trust anyone. As long as she doesn't give me a headache and actually helps me out, that's all I care about.

The maids quickly completed their tasks, and she declined the princess treatment I'm providing her while I still can.

"The finer the bait, the shorter the wait!" I chuckled at my words. I appointed Mary as her personal maid; she's my most reliable maid and spy.

About that girl, she's something else. It seemed like my new guest was sweet like cinnamon rolls, but she's actually a feisty one.

Isabella's POV :

He leaned back, eyeing me from head to toe before heading towards the exit. "Christian...Blackford," he uttered before strolling away, leaving me in a state of bewilderment.

His style of communication had a unique flair, but I brushed it off, fixating on his name. The way it effortlessly rolled off my tongue was so smooth. Just as I was lost in thought, a sudden knock on my door interrupted my reverie.

Startled by the abrupt noise, I couldn't help but flinch. With a feeble voice, I managed to utter, "Yes?" The truth was, I hadn't eaten anything since last night, and the mere thought of food caused my stomach to growl loudly, betraying my hunger.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a group of maids entered the room carrying a plate of delicious food, a set of fresh clothes, and toiletries. It's ironic that my kidnappers seem to be taking better care of me than my own family. Nonetheless, I'm astonished by their unexpected kindness.

As I laid my gaze upon the mouthwatering pasta, my eyes widened with delight, and my mouth began to water. However, I managed to restrain myself until I was given permission to indulge. The group greeted me with a polite "Good morning, ma'am, I'm Maria. I'll be taking your care from now on" she said which took me by surprise, considering I was an uninvited guest.

I timidly responded with a "Good morning" in return. The maid placed the new sets of clothes on the bed as instructed, bowed respectfully, and left the room. Another maid then placed the food on the nightstand and advised.

"You should eat before you bathe, ma'am" Maria said, while the others left. My mood instantly brightened when I saw the delicious-looking food in front of me. Without a second thought, I dug in and started eating.

"Call me Isabella" i said while chewing on my food. She replied, "Okay M- Isabella", her smile warm and welcoming.

I was eating while Maria cleaned my room. Out of the blue, thoughts of my dad crept into my mind, filling me with anxiety.

I wondered, what could he be doing? Is he searching for me? Is there another worse punishment awaiting me? But before that I need to know what I'm doing in a place located in the middle of nowhere.

With caution in my voice, I decided to inquire about this place and who that handsome guy is from Maria.

When I think about it, I believe I've heard his name before, but I've never seen him anywhere.

I pushed my thoughts aside. "Maria, do you know how and why I was brought here?" She was doing some laundry, halted, she looked up, avoiding my gaze, and said, "I do not know". Something's definitely fishy.

"Okay" I replied. In this way, I can't help but wait patiently and gain her trust first. This is the first time I'll be making a friend and a foe simultaneously, and i need to navigate things cautiously to see how everything unfolds.

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