Chained by a possessive mafia's love
Chapter 3 It's him
Now that I’m back, I will let him know who is the real king, a person like me who can destroy him or a person like him who only knows how to steal from someone else; I will show him who is a real man.
Now he will know that this city’s real king is back.
Everyone in this country should know what happens when someone touches his girl, which he has been guarding for five years.
Yeah, for the past five long years, each sells in his body, yearning for her; how could he give another person a chance to take her away from her. But he's worried about how she will react.
* Anna's POV *
I came downstairs with them, and they took me inside a dining room; I left in too much. Awe, I can not express how much the dining room was. If I run here for 2 or 3, I'm sure I can lose 3 or 4 pounds.
These rich people are too much, we middle-class people can't even afford our necessary needs in our daily life, but they do everything they desire.
I looked everywhere, but I didn't notice anyone else. Turning around, I looked around.
A man came to me. From his clothes, he looks like a chef or cook.
“ Madam, what do you eat, order anything you want,” he asked me like I'm the owner. Did he know I was here because someone kidnapped me?
I want, are you sure,” I asked with a hiding
madam, anything you want,"
me the person who kidnapped me, or just give me the person, uncooked will also do; I just
could see he was trying
not hungry; I want to see the person who kidnapped me, " I tried to be polite
about this; I'm just a chief; my duty is to cook for you,” he said as
stopped myself
eat until I see that person. I sat down at the head chair of the dining
I sat down, everyone
shocking reaction, I doubt if
me a heart attack; don't you all think my kidnapping is enough
they don't even exist here. I sighed; why did it leave me
Madam, please eat something; otherwise, we'll be in
why I'm here or let's meet the person who kidnapped me, then I'll go on a hunger strike,"
the cook tried to say something, but I stopped him, I stood up from the chair" I'm not a child that you all will coax me with food,
and you'll see the person you wanted
of that, but I found the voice very familiar. Head to toe, my
feel my knees are feeble; they can't support my body anymore; I might fall
not him, not him. But no matter how much I try,