Alina's pov
I stared at the person in front of me, confused. Why would I go with a complete stranger? Who knows, this could be another person trying to kidnap me.
"If you are planning to kidnap me for the second time, I'm not interested" I huffed, turning away from the masked person.
It was hard to tell whether the person was male or female. The deep purple bangs that fell neatly in either side of the masked person's face made me groan but I wasn't going anywhere.
"Suite yourself" The masked person said, I expected her to leave but she immediately loosened the ropes from my body, throwing me over her shoulder as she ran out of the room.
Sorry to say this.
But I didn't know what happened next but I felt something get injected in my thigh and I passed out right on the lady's shoulder.
*****
I didn't get a name. I had no idea who had saved me. The only thing I remembered were those unique purple bangs and deep purple eyes that gazed at me softly.
That was the only thing running in my mind as I lay in bed.
My bed. Yes, the kidnapping incident happened, a day back, and I'm currently back home after a thorough clean up and pampering, I just jumped into bed.
Since I got back, I wasn't allowed to leave my room and dad hadn't even come to see, if I was alive or dead.
I chuckled to myself, brushing a hand over my face. My maid shrieked as she slapped me on the head.
"Young miss! I just finished doing your makeup" She screamed. This particular made seemed a bit bold but she is actually a close friend on mine.
"Oh?" I muttered completely unaware as I stared at my ruined makeup in the mirror. "Sorry Chelsea. Just wipe it off and do something easier, dad would soon arrive her"
Chelsea's eyes widened as she turned to the clock. The fear and the way color drained from her face made me sigh.
Maxwell Monroe. A name that would make anyone flinch immediately they heard it, my father looked younger than his age, he became a politician due to the influence he had, one day... just one day, that would all be mine.
I shuddered at the thought of me turning into something like my father. Chelsea worked quickly, adding little touches of foundation and contour here and there, she finally finished it up with a red lipstick.
In the mirror, my deep green hair was pulled into a bun with few strands on each side of my face. I was putting on a black dress that stopped just at the middle of my knee, with the pearl like earrings and necklace I picked out.
Is it selfish to say I looked beautiful or rather to be complimenting myself?
Maybe. But I did.
I stood up from the chair, glancing at my reflection in the mirror one last time before walking out of the room.
This fotresss or Villa as we call it now was built and decorated by my grandparents. They were huge architects and spent the last years of their lives building this. To think I'm the only one living in here.
Father is always on a business trip or tends to sleep at a woman's place. My face scrunched up at the thought of my father fucking another woman.
He was like a nymphomaniac, changing women every week and I was so glad he didn't bring them to this Villa. Mom was murdered by one of Dad's friends, it was all a bet to see who could take down an opponent faster.
I thought that was a dumb thing to do, but who was I to argue with my dad or call him out for it. I never knew exactly what mom saw in my father, but I hope I never get married to someone like him.
As I made my way to the living room, I could already hear dad's cold and authoritative voice echoing through the walls. I took a deep breath as a wide smile formed on my lips.
"Father!" I called out, a hint of excitement in my voice as I walked down the stairs.
My father didn't hang up on whoever he was talking to, he just flashed me on of his handsome smile that must have made Mom turn into a puddle of jelly.
By the time I got to where he was seated, I bowed slightly before taking my seat on the other couch.
Ah, it feels good to be home.
"Are you okay, princess?" The way the words slipped out of his mouth like it was a trivial matter made me frown but I covered it up immediately.
"Yes I am, dad. Except from the fact I was kidnapped a day back, and saved by a mysterious lady... I'm very, very okay" I said sarcastically with an eye roll.
Maxwell Monroe just stared at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Watch your tone, princess." He held my gaze firmly, taking a sip of his wine.
I immediately averted my gaze, clearing my throat as I muttered a stiff and forced apology.
"I don't want something like that happening again and to think they actually killed the driver" Dad seethed through his teeth, he waved a hand at his personal bodyguard who had been standing behind us the entire time.
"Bring her in" I saw him whisper to the bodyguard who nodded walking out of the room. His black suit didn't have a single wrinkle in it and I just chuckled slightly.
"Who is he bringing in?" I asked curious but my dad just ignored.
Few minutes later, I heard footsteps coming from outside the entrance and as the door was pushed open, my mouth dropped open.
"You!" I half screamed pointing at the woman who was standing beside Dad's bodyguard.
That unique purple bangs and her eyes made me recognize her immediately, this was the woman who saved me when I was kidnapped.
"Boss" She called out to dad as she walked closer to us.
Her black leather suit jumper glistened under the light, her long purple hair was left to fall over her shoulder and she had the most unique curve I had ever seen on a woman.
"It's nice to see you made it, Charmaine" My dad turned to me, his eyes had this usual glint in them as he spoke.
"Princess, this is Charmaine, your new bodyguard"