Kidnapped

MY HOUSE IS ON FIRE

GREG'S POV

I have been avoiding my little wife for over a week now. Flash back to when we arrived at the mansion after the wedding, I went straight to my room and banged the door close. I didn't care if the ceilings would break or about the rattling doors. I picked up my phone and dialled my Father's line. Least I forget, my Wedding to Cara was entirely all me. My parents weren't invited. The only people that knew that I was married that day were Cara's parents, my guards, the priest and a few friends from Cara's family plus, of course, the media. I am sure the news must have gotten to my parents by now, so I didn't bother to check the landline and dialled straight from my phone. It rang for some time before I heard his voice.

My father, Mr Vicson, is a ruthless billionaire and deadly too, so no one dares to cross his line. Everything about him was connection and influence. Sometimes, I wonder how my mum managed to deal with all this s**t. As I waited for him to shout and scream, listening from the other end, I braced myself. Finally he spoke;

Mr Vicson, fuming in a rage, " You dare disobey me Greg? How dare you?.. You should already know the kind of father you before making that huge mistake". You! He shouted before the line went dead and I took a deep breath before releasing it.

Don't blame me for what I did, everyone wants to have a happy ending and be with the one they love. But why can't it be me? In as much as I have gotten everything and anything I have ever wanted in life, I have also never for a day disobied my popsy. I have always done anything he asked of me, but this right here is what I can't take.

Gracie is a very beautiful lady born into a wealthy home but she lacks in every area of life. Everything about her irritates me so greatly or maybe I can't see other nice parts of her because I don't feel attracted to her in any way. My parents want me to marry her for some political reasons, because her father is a really wealthy man with a lot of connections. They want me to run for a political office, but that's not my thing. I want to live a comfortable life and when I am rejected, my dad threatens to make me marry her by force at the weekend. Exactly the reason why I took that action and married Cara instead. Coming back to reality, I relaxed on my bed. I no longer feel bad for what I did. In fact, I had just started a war with my father. Knowing the kind of man he is, he would do anything to have his way, but trust me, I wouldn't let that. Just before allowing the hands of sleep to give me a little peace, I heard things breaking in my sitting room. Yes, my wife is on the rampage and daddy isn't ready to talk to you.

CARA'S POV

After I got tired of crying, breaking and throwing things, I decided to go to his room and to ask him why he did what he did because it is now obvious that he is avoiding me. I got to his door and knocked gently but no one answered. I did the same thing again but no sound. Then I tried the handle and the door opened. Right in front of me stood the man that kidnapped me but hasn't said a word to me since after our wedding. I still can't stop wondering how a man can be this beautiful and sexy. Does he workout? What is it that is so important about him? I composed myself and spoke gently "Good morning Greg", you cannot bite a tiger in his domain. I tried to look around his bedroom but he was still standing there blocking my view.

Greg, pretending to be displeased about her presence " what can I do for you? He asked while looking at her closely.

Cara, ummm " I want to talk to you for a second, do you mind if I come in" she asked while waiting for him to either step back or close the door right on her face, but he had that smile on his face again.That smile that made her wonder and think dirty thoughts.

"This is exactly his plan, we cannot let him win " Cara told herself, now putting on a smile.

Greg, now shocked. Why the sudden change? His eyes swept over her body till he was satisfied that she was in good health before he replied" Beautiful, I don't think that will be possible today. I need to get to the office. I have work to do, forgive me" he said, and waited for her to curse or shout at him, but instead he got a mesmerising reply.

Cara turned and quietly went back to her room where she turned into red flames.

Who does he think he is?

Why wouldn't he talk to me?

Why did he even marry me only to keep me here eating and getting all fat?

What in the world did I do to deserve this?

After pacing around the room for hours, she curled up around the edge of the bed and cried till there was no energy left in her, then collapsed.

MARYAN POV

Hearing her crying for such a long time got me really mad at my boss. What did he even say to her and why did he marry her only to make her cry? Well, my boss assigned me specially to attend her and never leave her sight to, even if she breaks my head, and the past one week has been hell for me. After I didn't hear my son again, I decided to check on her, only to see her lying on the floor. Panic set in immediately. I observed that her breathing was slow and before I knew it, I was already screaming.

Madam, please do not die on me, my boss will kill me. I started crying profusely. I shook her but made no movement.

Ahhh! This is not happening. I dashed to the door and straight to my boss's room and, thank God that it was the weekend, what would I have done?

Banging on his door without a care in the world, he would kill me later for that. Right now, someone's life is in danger.

I knocked again before the door opened and my boss stood right in front of me shooting daggers with his eyes.

I avoided his" I will kill your eyes" and blurted out " she is dying" and rushed off to her room.

Greg's POV

I stepped out angrily to deal with the i***t that had the gut to bang on my door like that only to see MARYAN shivering and eyes puffy red, and just before I could say jack, she said "she is dying and rushed off". I followed her immediately to Cara's room to see her, my dear Cara lying nearly lifeless.

I asked for my phone immediately and called my doctor and within some minutes he was in my room attending to her.

My fears knew no bounds as I kept pacing around.

Cara was an adopted baby and the Milton's took care of her as their own and didn't for a day give her reasons to doubt whether or not they were her parents. They adopted her when she was 7 months old and became her parents till now. I left tears as I couldn't hold them anymore. A man has the liberty to cry too, and I am not an exception.

Cara is not only my wife now, she is also my responsibility to keep her alive.

I found out about Cara's identity during one of the days I went to visit Milton's. I don't really know why they deem it fit to tell me, but I believe they have great trust in me.

I brushed the tears off as Dr. Jason started walking towards me.

Greg, "Doc, what is wrong with her?" I asked, still scared of what the answer would be.

Dr. Jason, " I have stabilised her for now and I don't know how long she can stay before giving up. I took some blood samples for diagnosis. I will get back to you once the result is out" he said.

Greg, now very scared" how many minutes will it take for the result to come out?

Dr. Jason," not quite long. Why don't you excuse me? I need to hurry up if you still want to see your wife again. He said and hurried off.

I went into my room and there she was lying nearly lifeless. I still don't understand what is going on.Did she cry herself to the extent of shutting down her entire system? Is that how much she wants to stay far away from me? What did I do?

Cara, please hang in there. I don't want anything to happen to you.

I love you baby, please don't leave me.

The tears now run like a flowing river. Finally, Dr. Jason came instead of calling, he came himself and put her on a drip after dropping some liquid which I assumed to be drugs inside her mouth..

He sat and sighed, sweating non stop and shaking his head.

Greg, walking up to him, " what was the result of the lab," he asked, while looking at the doctor.

Dr. Jason, speaking slowly, "poison, she was poisoned. Let's pray she survives it. She is a fighter".

I have to go, Greg, but please don't ever leave her side. The culprit might still be here and will strike again" . He closed the door and walked away, leaving me in a deadly trance where I felt nothing but cold and terror.