Bound by Revenge

Episode 3

Rina's POV

Now I really needed to know what was going on as the blackness I was engulfed in was looking too thick and to infinite to be the one behind my eyelids.

I was sure going to be grateful if it turned out to be that I was dead for real. It was going to save me the stress of having to answer for the double pain I had been faced on the same day. How could I have been forced into a marriage only to have the bastard leave me hanging at the altar?

The blackness that surrounded me was making it look like I was about breathing my last at that moment. But the sound of the beeping of machines had a totally different thing to say about that. Just the fact that I could still be aware of that was more than enough to let me know that my miserable life wasn't about to give me such an easy exit away from it.

It was only a matter of seconds before my eyes would open for me to see the hospital that I had been lodged in. With the attitude my father had when that wedding began,

I was sure that I wasn't going to be getting any apologies or sympathy from him. If it would be possible, he would beat me up as I was still probably on a life support system, for having been so determined to run away from the plan he had for me. I still didn't know why he didn't have those sort of plans for his daughter.

The thought of having to face him when I would finally wake up was making me wish I wouldn't wake up at any moment from then. But, I would have to open my eyes soon enough to answer for my deeds somehow. It was hard for me to understand what exactly it was about my body that it couldn't have been easily killed by the car accident which could have easily claimed my…

I had to pause that thought, as my eyes seemed to have opened up of their own accord as they just couldn't handle the suspense of being in an unknown place. I spent the next couple of moments wondering how exactly my guess of me being in a hospital could have been so wrong.

The room I was staring at was most definitely not a hospital as it was looking more like a hotel room where they had been able to infuse a whole lot of medical equipment. I could almost taste the smell of drugs in the air and that made me nauseous instantly.

Slowly, I could feel my body again and the drips and plugs in it. I had never thought for one day that I could ever be in that sort of position which I saw in the movies.

My head aches as I was trying to work my mind around everything that was happening to me. It felt like I was about to lose my sanity with each moment that passed, I was trying to figure out why my father would have lodged me in a hotel instead of a hospital. What exactly was he trying to prove with that?

Soon afterwards the door came open and I was expecting to be face-to-face with an angry father but I saw a frightened woman who looked like she was a maid. The moment she made eye contact with me she turned around and fled like she had seen her ghost.

“She's awake!” She kept yelling as she ran down the hallway like she was crazy.

The door was open and I was able to catch a view of the passage which she was running down and at once I was sure that it wasn't a hotel. It looked more like a residential building. I never thought my father could afford this kind of luxury. How did he get me here then? Was he trying to keep me hidden or what? Maybe it could be that he was even more ashamed by the rejection on the altar than I was. That was probably well deserved for him trying to force something that wouldn't work at all.

But before any other thing I needed to get out of there to know what exactly was going on around me. I tried to sit up at least but it wasn't working as my muscles were just too tired to be moved up from that bed.

Frustration was beginning to well up within me and it wasn't going to get pacified anytime soon as my body just didn't want to get up from the comfortable mattress it has been put on for however long. It felt like I had been there for a couple of days and I was sure everyone would have a lot to say about the wedding.

While I still struggled I heard some food steps walking rhythmically to the room where I was. The door had slowly shut and it was half open and that made me unable to see who it was on the other side.

I was really beginning to lose my composure as those footsteps sounded nothing like my father's dragged shuffling feet which always followed up by scolding and abuse. At that point I was beginning to come to terms with the truth that I was in a totally different place, and possibly with total strangers.

My heart seemed like it had stopped beating when I saw the man who walked into the door. He was dressed in all black which was almost the same color of his slicked short hair.

His manly features were bulging out of the black turtleneck he had on, as he stood with his hands behind his back. His brows were quite thick but it was good enough to fit in with the finely sculpted beardless face he had.

I had to intentionally stop myself from admiring him instead of asking what exactly I was doing there. It was hard to not wonder at the sight I was looking at, as we both locked gazes with each other.

“Hello, Rina…” the sound of my name leaving his lips would have made me fall in love with him but I just didn't know who the man was and I had to hold myself in tight until I was able to sort everything out and know for sure where I was.

“Who… are you…?” It was quite a struggle to speak but I was still able to get the words out. Opening my mouth for the first time in a long while was indeed a challenge especially for the foul odor that came out while I spoke. “How did you know my name?”

“Trust me I know a whole lot about you and your father…” he said as he stepped closer to me. “I have been in the shadows for too long but now it's time for me to take revenge…”

Revenge? What the heck was going on?