VARELA

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

MICHAEL’S POV

I was back in my mansion as I sat in my office.

That young girl couldn’t leave my mind as her beauty was stained into my thoughts. She couldn’t be any older than 18.

“Young Master, I have retrieved what you asked for.” One of my men explained as they laid the files on my desk before dismissing himself.

I opened the file when he left the room.

Varela Johnson.

Adopted by Henry at the age of 10 but put into he’s custody at the age of 4.

Mother: Lily Fenny

Farther: Nicolas Fenny

Birth: 03/08/2001

Nicolas left he’s family to go pursue another woman, as Lily was left with Varela. Loans were taken so she could provide for her daughter as a single mother un-employed. One of the loans she got was from Henry Johnson.

09/02/2005 Henry wasn’t paid back the debts Lily owed, so he claimed her daughter as he’s own as payback.

09/02/2005, an hour later of Henry’s visit, Lily was found dead in her house. Gun shots found in her head and various in her rib cage.

23/09/2016 Varela was announced one of only a handful of people around the world as one of the most dangerous killers.

No wonder Henry was angry when I wanted Varela as my wife. He stole her and turned her into a killing machine.

The thought of a little girl with the face of Varela crying for her mother as she was taken away crept in my mind.

Now I was determined, determined to claim Varela as mine, but only this time she won’t be restricted by emotions. I’ll teach her feelings, I’ll teach her love. I’ll teach her sadness as I let her finally mourn for her mother as I comfort her.

I will give her a real home, I’ll do everything I can for Varela to have to life she deserved. Even if it means starting a war with Henry to bring her to me.

“Sir, you have a phone call.” One of members explained as they held a phone in their hands.

I motioned him in as he walked over and handed me the phone.

“You may leave.” I explained before I answered whoever it was on the other side of the phone.

Before I could even speak a soft angelic voice came over the phone.

“Varela, 18 in 3 weeks. Henry Johnson adopted father. Varela Johnson, one of the strongest people in the world.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle in admiration as Varela explained herself.

“What’s all this for?” I asked with a wide smile, one that she couldn’t see.

“If you wanted to know about me, just ask.” She replied with cheek, but I knew she was smiling on the other side of the phone.

“How did you-“

“I’m guessing your little research didn’t mention that I’m also a high-tech hacker, computer genius some would say.” She boasted, but I couldn’t help but smile at her confidence.

“So, you’re not just a beautiful fighter, but a genius as well.” I smiled. “Tell me something no one knows.” I asked, hoping she would confess something personal only I would know.

“Well…” She went into thought as she hummed, I couldn’t help but admire her humming as well.

Man, I was whipped by this young woman. But I didn’t care at all, if being wrapped around her finger makes me closer to her, then so be it.

“There’s this window in my room, sometimes when the night sky is clear I go out on the roof to admire it.” She whispered.

I smiled, but my smile soon dropped as I heard a loud crash on the other side of the phone.

“Quickly tell me something before I go.” She whispered hurriedly.

“What do you want to hear?” I replied worried for what was going on.

“Why do you want to marry me?” She asked, but before I could tell her the phone went dead.

I sighed as leaned my elbow on the desk while my hand held my chin.

“Because you intrigue me.” I whispered to myself.