Sense Of Freedom
923 Words
Hasan’s black sports car pulled into the long driveway of the Drawson mansion. He stepped out, adjusting his tailored black suit as the guards opened the grand double doors.
He moved with purpose toward his father’s office, his expression unreadable.
He pushed the door open without knocking.
Mr. Drawson sat behind a large mahogany desk, sipping whiskey. His sharp gaze lifted toward Hasan as his son entered.
“You called,” Hasan said flatly.
Mr. Drawson’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Sit down.”
Hasan didn’t sit. His eyes narrowed. “What’s this about?”
Mr. Drawson leaned back in his chair. “It’s time we talked about your future.”
Hasan’s jaw tightened. “My future is already set. I’ve handled the business and the Bloodshed Gang — everything is under control.”
“Not everything,” Mr. Drawson replied smoothly. “You’ve neglected one crucial thing — a successor.”
Hasan’s eyes darkened. “I don’t need a successor.”
“You will,” Mr. Drawson said. “You’re 24. It’s time to think about marriage.”
Hasan’s gaze turned ice cold. “Marriage?”
“Yes,” Mr. Drawson’s smile sharpened. “I’ve already arranged it.”
Hasan’s expression darkened dangerously. “You… what?”
“You will marry in three years,” Mr. Drawson said, setting down his glass. “You will meet Alina soon — your future wife. I know what’s good for you.”
Hasan’s eyes flashed with fury. “I don’t need a wife.”
Mr. Drawson’s gaze remained calm. “It’s already decided.”
Hasan’s fists clenched at his sides. His chest burned with frustration. He had always controlled his life — no one dictated his path.
Without another word, Hasan turned on his heel and stormed out of the office, the sound of his shoes echoing down the marble hallway.
Meanwhile, Alina sat in front of the mirror in her room, her heart troubled.
She was beautiful — but in an effortless, natural way.
At 18, her long black hair fell in soft waves down her back. Her eyes were wide and deep brown, framed by thick lashes. Her pale skin contrasted with the natural red tint of her kissable lips — and her beautiful face didn’t need makeup to look stunning.
Her delicate collarbone peeked through the light fabric of her dress, highlighting her slender, graceful figure.
“You look so beautiful, Alina,” Aling Cora said as she stood behind her, brushing out Alina’s hair.
“You’re a goddess,” Rusing added with a smile as she carefully braided Alina’s hair. “Even without makeup.”
Alina gave them a small, shy smile. “Thank you, Manang Rusing. Aling Cora.”
But deep down, unease stirred within her.
Why are they treating me so well?
What exactly does Mr. Drawson want from me?
A dark thought crept into her mind.
What if they’re fattening me up to sell my organs?
Alina’s heart pounded painfully at the thought. It didn’t make sense why Mr. Drawson — a billionaire — would take in someone like her. Why else would he go through this trouble?
When Aling Cora and Rusing left the room, Alina stood up and crossed toward the door. Her hands trembled as she reached for the handle.
I need to get out of here.
Carefully, she opened the door and peeked into the hallway. The long marble corridor was empty. The mansion was eerily quiet.
Her heart raced as she slipped out of the room, glancing from side to side. She couldn’t stay here. She needed to go back to her normal life — to school, to her job at the supermarket.
She moved quickly down the hall, her bare feet barely making a sound against the cool marble floor.
Just as she reached the corner —
She slammed into a hard chest.
A strong hand shot out, steadying her by the waist.
Alina’s breath hitched as she stumbled back, looking up —
—and froze.
Towering above her was the most good-looking handsome man she had ever seen.
Hasan’s sharp gray eyes met hers — hard and cold.
His flawless face was dangerously handsome, and his strong jawline tightened as he studied her.
Alina’s eyes widened, her breath shallow as his large hands still gripped her waist.
Hasan’s gaze darkened. His brow furrowed as he took her in — the soft curve of her lips, the delicate slope of her nose, and the innocence in her wide eyes.
His gaze flicked down to her waist, where his hand lingered, before he pulled back and straightened.
Alina’s heart hammered painfully against her chest.
“W-Who…”
Hasan’s expression hardened. “Who are you?”
Alina’s mouth opened, but no words came out.
Hasan’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?”
“I…” Alina’s voice trembled. “I was just…”
Before she could finish, a sharp voice echoed through the hall.
“Hasan.”
Alina and Hasan both turned to see Mr. Drawson standing at the end of the hall.
““ Oh, Alina are you okay?” Mr. Drawson said sound concerned.
Alina’s breath hitched.
“Yes…. I’m fine sir.” Alina replied.
Hasan’s eyes turned icy. His gaze swept over her coldly before he took a step back.
“What are she doing here?” Hasan said darkly and confused.
Alina’s chest tightened painfully as Hasan’s cold gaze lingered on her for a moment longer.
“I will tell you soon.” Mr. Drawson answered.
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