Beast Property [Book 4- His hidden desire]

October 06 2006, I was just a few steps away from reaching the exit of the university when I stopped walking. Because I noticed the scenes that bring pain in my heart. I stare at my classmates running towards their mothers. I felt envy as their moms hugged them tightly, with sweet smiles on their faces. When was the last time my mother dropped me off or picked me up in school? I can hardly remember how many years have passed. A sad smile appeared on my lips as I recalled the last moment when my Mom fetched me. I am Misaki Suarez, known as Mio. I am just eleven years old, currently a grade five student at the private school of Immaculate Conception here in Manila. One of my dreams is to see my Mom and be with her but I know it's impossible to happen now. It has been two months since my mother passed away due to cancer, brain tumor. Since then, my life, especially my daddy's life, has become miserable. He's always drunk and locking himself inside the house. I often hear my Dad's cries at night from their room. I wish I could comfort him, but how? Even me I can't fully accept that Mom has really left us. My heart was ripped into pieces because of too much pain and I felt suffocated. I continued walking even though I couldn't see where I was going because my eyesight was blurred, until my teardrops fell down on the ground. To be honest, I have no motivation to study; I'm just forcing myself to go to school because I don't want to see my Daddy's sad face. My heart is engulfed with intense envy every time I see some of my classmates being accompanied by their mothers and this is what I hate the most in the part of my study. Ever since Mommy got sick, there's no one taking care of me. I do everything, even our laundry and some household chores. Since Mommy got confined to the hospital, we started facing financial problems, and sometimes, I go to school without any packed meals. My family is totally broke, or can I still call this family? since I don’t have Mom? It's okay if we're struggling or if we don't have much to eat on our table; I could accept that, but losing my mother? That's the hardest thing for me to accept. I wiped away the tears on my cheeks that kept falling as I quietly walked alone on the side of the road. Even though I already feel pain in my feet, I still pushed myself to walk faster because the surroundings are getting darker. It's already six-twenty in the evening and the sunset will start now. Our house is quite far from school, so I often arrive home late. I consider walking every day to save money. I'll just finish this school year because I don't know if I'll be able to go to school next academic year. According to Daddy, we're buried in debt, and he's considering selling our house, even though it goes against his will because that's where all the memories of Mommy are. I was just a few steps away from our house when I stopped. Curious, I looked at the two men standing beside a black and shiny car. Their serious faces glanced at me, but I couldn't see their eyes as they were covered by sunglasses. I briefly fixed my eyes on the dark glass of the car, even though I couldn't see anything inside. It felt like there were eyes staring at me, as if encouraging me to look from there. "Please, give me a little more time, I promise to return Mr. Hilton's money." I heard my Dad's voice, seemingly pleading. I sensed fear in his voice, and it made me suddenly anxious. I quickly ran inside the gate but froze as I saw my father’s kneeling in front of three men. My heart felt like it was being crushed, and I felt pity for my father. "Daddy!" I shouted before running towards them. I tightly hugged him around his neck, and I felt him hug me back even tighter. I sensed intense tension in his body, making me realize that he was scared, just like me. "Mio," he softly said, calling my name. "Daddy, who are they?" I innocently asked him before diverting my gaze to the faces of the men who now had their attention on me. Our attention was diverted when one of them's phone rang, and I saw him took it out from his pocket, answering the call. Even though I was in pain, I didn't mind it. Instead, I was more afraid of being separated from my Dad. "Dad! Daddy..." I cried out, calling my Dad as the man took me away from his arms. I resisted, but my strength was not enough compared to man’s strength of the man who carried me. "Mio!” “Give me back my child!" Daddy said before punching one of the men in front of him, while he glaring daggers at the man, "Ughhh..." My dad writhed in pain as the man retaliated with a punch, and another man kicked my father’s back, causing my Dad to fall to the ground floor. "D-Dad!" I screamed in terror as they forcibly tried to put me inside the car. "When you return the money, that's the only time you'll get your child back from us," Man said to my Dad. That was the last thing I heard before the car door completely closed. I tried to open the door, but it was locked, so all I could do was watch my Dad kneeling and pleading with those heartless men who took at me. "D-Dad! Daddy!" I call him many times even though I know he can’t hear me. The car started moving until my Dad’s image completely disappeared from my sight. My voice cracked as I called out, D-Dad...” "Please, return me to my Daddy, I beg you" I pleaded with them while I’m crying, but they seemes deaf and continued dragging me inside a luxurious house. I suddenly stopped when we reached in front of a tall man, standing with his back turned to us, so all I could see was his broad back. "Boss, Mr. Suarez's child is here," the man said before he let go of my arm, and almost a person's worth bowed their heads, a clear sign of the great respect they held for the man standing before me. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as the man turned around, I sucked a deep breath and matched his bluest eyes. I felt fear as his intense gaze met my face. He had a stern expression, as if shrouded in a heavy aura. When our eyes met, it felt like there was some kind of magic in his presence. I clenched my small hands, attempting to resist the fear. "Mr. Old man, I beg you, please return me to my Daddy," I told him before I wiped out the tears from my cheeks. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the men beside me raise their gazes. The man with the vivid blue eyes raised the corner of his mouth before taking a few steps closer to me. "What's your name, child?" he asked with a deep voice while he was staring at me. "Misaki Suarez," I innocently answered while glaring at him full of anger. "Do you think you can still go back to your father?" He asked, . "You won't be able to leave this house, because from now on you belong to me." His stern statement fueled my anger towards this oldman. Suddenly, the scenes that happened earlier pump in my mind, my father’s face, kneeling while begging to them. "When I grow up, you'll pay for what you did to my daddy! I won't forgive you!" I angrily proclaimed while looking up and staring at his eyes. His laughter echoed throughout the house, seemingly delighted by my words. “I can't wait for that day to come, so grow up faster.” He said before he tousled my hair. I’m pissed off because of this oldman’s actions. He is the most heartless man that I’ve ever met in my entire life. While he was walking away in the dark I glared at his back with a full of hatred.