Chained by a possessive mafia's love novel Chapter 5

* Anna's Pov *

I looked around carefully, seeing no one was around; I burst into tears, not so loudly. I pressed my hands over my mouth to stop myself and also prevent others from hearing me. I silently let my tears come out; I don’t want to look weak in front of everyone, especially in front of that devil. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction he wants from me.

After a while, I stopped myself; I looked up and fanned my teary eyes; I wanted to dry these tears and prevent them from coming out; I already spent so many tears on this heartless devil.

Five long years was enough; he doesn’t deserve that, nor did he ever do. Also, I can’t believe these stupid tears were coming again, I wanted to curse someone, so I cursed them for being so foolish and shameless.

I wiped the tears with my hands and took a deep breath and looked around; I needed to run away because as far I know this devil, no tears can melt his heart, now that he took me here, this bastard won’t let me go as my will. I need to find my way to escape from this castle and whatever; it was like a prison to me now.

I started walking around carefully to see where I was, no matter how long I was walking. I can’t finish the way, how long this shit is. I started feeling a little irritated with this; it was too long to end and begin again.

When I finally stopped, I didn't know where I was; I looked back, now I finally understood when people say you can be lost anywhere if that place is an unknown place for you. My condition was like a sand mountain needle, nor can I walk forward and not go back because I was lost here.

It seems my head was too hot to look at anything around me when I was coming here. Now suffer until someone comes to find you. I wanted to run away, but look, I was waiting for someone to find me and take me back to where I came from. I looked around and saw a balcony. An idea came to mind, and I went to the balcony.

“huh “I cleared my throat a little and wanted to let out my head outside from the window; because it secured the window with a protective layer, I could not let my head out. So I attached my face to the window and let out my voice as loud as I could.

“ Hey idiot blaze, I lost my way, sent someone to get me right now; it’s too dark here, “I said as loudly my throat could bear. It was a little funny, though, but it also reduced my anger a little.

At least I called him an idiot, and everyone might hear me; I felt proud of it. He deserved it. How dare he?