Sophias POV
I stood at the grand window, gazing out at the meticulously manicured gardens. The mansion's opulence suffocated me, a constant reminder of my captivity.
"Mister Smith will see you now," the maid, Emma, announced.
I followed her to the study, where Mister Smith sat behind an imposing desk.
"Sophia, I trust you're settling in?" His voice dripped with false concern.
"I want to go home," I demanded.
Mister Smith's smile never wavered.
"Home? You're safer here. Your family...can't protect you."
"Protect me from what?"
His eyes glinted.
"From those who'd harm you. You're precious cargo, Sophia."
Precious cargo? I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"What do you want from me?" I spat.
Mister Smith leaned forward.
"Let's just say...you're a vital piece in a larger game."
A chill ran through me.
"Game? What game?"
He chuckled.
"All in good time, Sophia. For now, enjoy the amenities. You'll find everything you need here."
I seethed.
"I won't cooperate. You'll never get away with this."
Mister Smith's expression turned cold.
"We'll see about that."
As I left the study, Emma whispered.
"Be careful, Miss Sophia. Mister Smith...he's not what he seems."
I nodded, determination burning within me.
I would escape.
I began exploring the mansion, searching for weaknesses. Every door led to more questions.
In the library, I discovered a hidden room. Inside, a computer hummed, displaying an encrypted message:
"ECHO-7. Package secured. Awaiting further instructions."
Package? Was that me?
Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside. I hid, holding my breath.
Mister Smith entered, speaking to someone on his phone.
"...understood. The buyer will be pleased... Yes, she's perfect..."
Buyer? What buyer?
My mind reeled.
Who was Mister Smith?
What did he want from me?
And who was the buyer?
As I hid in the library's secret room, Mister Smith's conversation ended. I waited until the coast was clear before exiting.
Emma, the maid, greeted me with a concerned expression.
"Miss Sophia, dinner is served. Mister Smith requests your presence."
I reluctantly followed her to the dining room.
That's when I saw him.
Standing by the window, his chiseled profile silhouetted against the fading light.
Greek god vibes radiated from his piercing blue eyes, strong jawline, and raven-black hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck.
My heart skipped a beat.
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The Sisters return
Fanfiction10 years ago, a devastating tragedy shook the DeLuca family when four of their girls - were kidnapped . The girls were torn from their parents' arms, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and unbearable heartache. Miraculously, after 10 y...
