The Furst Estate was a place I had ever only seen once before, in a painting.
All I really knew about it was the gossip I heard around the mansion from the servants. Although most of what they said was them mostly talking out of their asses I felt compelled to listen closely that one time.
Roaming the hall was the norm for me back at the mansion due to the fact that Vald was always busy doing god knows what, or who, but the particular time I happened to take notice in a painting. One I am sure I had passed a million times before and never really bothered to look at.
It was a beautiful home. My handmaid stood close by as I examined the painting which must have been a while because she had to shake me out of thoughts "Miss Amelia, are perhaps interested in this painting?" I gave a silent nod. Giving me a small smile as she began to tell me the story behind it "This painting was painted by the master himself for his late wife, it was the house that they designed together."
I later learned via the servants that nobody was sure if this house every really existed or if it was merely a sketch which failed to come into existence.
As we pulled through the gates and into the long driveway I couldn't help but stare in awe at the beauty of it all. The tall stone structure had vines crawling up the sides giving it a somewhat romantic feel to it. I smiled knowing that this house was truly made with love in mind as I took a closer look at the breathtaking garden.
Angelo Cavallaro may not be the nicest man nor father in the world be you could tell he loved his wife. I wonder if Vlad loved Cassandra.
I shook all those pointless thoughts out of my head and came back into reality, which so happened to be me sitting in a car with my kidnapper, while my two children snored loudly totally oblivious to what was going on.
Vlad was silent as he stepped out of the car and motioned for me to follow. Looking down at my arms which happened to be occupied with a sleeping Sam and Ben I gave him the "are you serious" look.
He gave and awkward cough as he leant into the car picking up a sleeping Sam. Motioning with his head to Ricky to get Ben, but as he opened his arms I shook my head no as I maneuvered my way out Ben in hand.
Ricky gave me a hurt expression which caused me to feel a little guilty about being cold to him even thought he had nothing to do with what happened between me and Vlad. I mean I grew up with Ricky but I knew better then to let my walls down too soon no matter how well I think I know them.
Once I fully exited the car I noticed Vlad was halfway up the driveway nearly to the door with Sam's head resting in the crook of his neck. At this point I had no doubts that he knew that Sam and Ben where his but the real question know was, How long has he known?
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Teen FictionI knew he was coming for me and that thought alone kept me going, kept me running, but I knew there was a part of me that wanted to be caught to be his once more.
