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Twenty-One

I'm currently in a small room without windows nor a chair. I'm chained on the bed and gagged by some piece of cloth. Thank goodness it's clean though.

It actually felt like a prison. Everything was silent and I'm unusually okay with it.

I was about to sleep on the bed where I was chained on when I heard a loud crash followed by lots of stomping.

"Where is the girl, Philippe?!" I hear a man shouting from the other room. He didn't sound like Clay but it obviously looks like on my favor.

"I do not know what you are talking about, brother." Philippe flatly replied. He sounds drunk. As usual.

Footsteps came closer to my door but I couldn't shout. My mouth was gagged and it's totally impossible for me to knock anything off because the room was bare, save for that bed.

The footsteps stopped.

I'm here!

"I saw your men dragging a girl in here and a couple of minutes later, a business associate of mine called saying that you stole his girlfriend." His tone was mocking Philippe.

"Oh. That. Be she came to me willingly." He said.

Willing, my ass!

"You wouldn't mind my men doing a little... thorough search, would you, brother?"

"By all means."

Thank goodness someone's coming over to save me!

I'm here!

I struggled even closer by stomping on the floor but the people outside couldn't seem to hear anything.

The footsteps stopped and the knob twisted, opening the door.

Philippe came inside and I cringed at the sight of him. He looks so much older and more refined. He gave me a weird look as he blinks for four times.

But my stomach was still in knots upon seeing my abductor. Another set of footsteps came in and appears to be an another... Philippe.

He has a twin?!

"Oh my goodness, Mademoiselle. I'm very sorry for this idiot of a brother. You shall be released at once." He came closer to me and removed my gag with ease, earning a glare from the real Philippe.

"Come on, brother. That's Felice you're talking to." He slurs.

"I am Phillip, by the way. That one's the devil, not me." He grins.

"T-Thank you. I'm Harley. Harley De Rio." He helped me stand up and lead me outside.

By this time, Philippe was already the one getting gagged by his own men and a long line of 8 uniformed guards were planking on the floor while some unfamiliar faces do counts for them.

"Sit on the sofa, Harley. I've got something to deal with for now."

"I thought I told you not to follow my idiotic brother's foolish orders!?" His voice changes from the calming one into a voice capable of giving terror.

"You, Mikhail!" He pointed to the tallest one of them and the man stood up and saluted. "Does he take his meds or not?"

"The Master said that he doesn't need them anymore." The man named Mikhail replied.

The men on the floor said their apologies and were soon lining up in front of me, saying 'sorry'. I just stood there, gawking at every single one of them.

"We are so sorry for all the trouble my men caused. They shall be dealt with accordingly. I will personally escort you to your cabin and tell Barclay my deepest apologies." He bows.

"There's no need for that." I said.

"Oh, but I do. You see, it all started when he lost his wife, Felice. You are even resembling her in a physical sense but there's no denying that you are not someone like her." He explained.

He tapped on his phone and showed a picture of a girl in green dress smiling happily with both of the twins' hand on her waist.

They looked younger through.

"She was the loveliest girl I've ever laid my eyes on." I can tell that his eyes were showing that she was everything to him. "But me, being the older brother, meant that I had to sacrifice my love for her in order to make my only family happy. And after she died, he finally lost it."

"And then, he found me again and tried to turn me into her." I added.

The limo took a halt and were now in front of the cabin where we were staying. Barclay ran to my direction and he's beside himself with worry.

He shook hands with Clay and the three of us went inside. I made them some orange juice and took a bath while Philip tells his side of the story to Clay.

I was glad that I didn't end up getting assaulted or whatever.

Cold water seeped through my skin and I let myself get lost in the soft rhythm of the water cascading through my thighs.

When I got back to Clay and Phillip, they were already shaking hands and the twin bid his goodbye, kissing the top of my palm.

"You are one lucky woman, Miss De Rio. Barclay fights for almost every thing he owns but this is a first when it comes to his woman. You must be someone really special for him." He whispered in my ear.

"I hope you're not trying to steal her away, too." Clay joked.

"Nah. She does look like Felice but she will never be my Felice." Phillip said with a sense of admiration.

I don't even know if I'm ever gonna be affected by his answer or not. But one thing's for certain.

I'm finally back here with Clay and we can finally enjoy the rest of our vacation together.