I was looking outside the window. The scene was beautiful. I could see the garden and then the river and forest above it. It felt good here even though I was quite frustrated not being answered but I didn't want to go back to my parent's house. They were so cruel to me. There I was always depressed. They always found a way to taunt me and from day to night I had to hear them say how pathetic I was but I didn't want to stay here too. They were strangers and I don't know their intention. Why do they even want me here? I mean what could a girl like me give them? They are already so rich themselves.

"Hey," I heard a voice that I recognize to be Rima's. I didn't bother to turn. There was nothing left to talk cause she has always refused to answer my questions.

"O..key I will answer all the questions you have in your mind." I felt her coming toward me.

I then slowly looked at her not believing.

"Come here, sit," she said sitting on the bed and patting the side asking me to sit.

"How long have I been here?" I started to ask questions not moving from my spot.

"Almost two weeks."

"Who...aat?" I said in shock. It has been two weeks? Two fucking weeks?

"You were in a coma for four days."

"Ohhh..." That was all I could say.

She nodded at me.

"I guess you and your lover live here?" I asked and she laughed shaking her head. Did I say some kind of joke?

"He is my brother," she said smiling.

I knew they were related but brother? I mean couples seem alike too after they have been together for years.

"So you guys kidnapped me?" I asked wanting to know more.

"No,"

Some relief filled me and somewhere I had known too cause she treated me well. I mean, everyone in the house treats me well. If they had kidnapped me they wouldn't have treated me well, right?

"Then why can't I leave?" I finally asked the same question I had been asking.

"Because my brother doesn't want you to." She said. This got me angry and confused.

"And who is your brother? Some kind of mafia or king?" I snapped.

She just smiled. What I liked about this girl was that she was so humble and always had a smile on her face. I don't know how she did that.

"Why am I here for?"

"You have to ask him."

She was now turning into an annoying person, maybe I should rethink what I said previously.

"Now, that's enough. You are not answering properly and not telling me the truth." I said blood boiling in my veins and was about to leave when she stopped me.

"Calm down, I will tell you the truth." She said getting up and coming towards me.

Truth? I was afraid she would tell me that they kidnapped me want money or she would say I am dead and in hell with them and they are devils.

"He doesn't want you to leave 'cause he wants you here."

"And why does he wants me here?" I asked her and then something came to my mind. She was about to reply when I cut her off by showing my hand.

"Oh....wait. He wants me to pay him back, isn't he? He saved my life so I have to pay him for that." I said and she looked at me with wide eyes.

"It's not what you think."

I went towards the window.

"Go and tell your brother he can't keep me long and when I get back I will pay him."

I don't know how am I gonna pay him. I don't have a job and my parents, ugh. It sucks to even think about them.

I heard her footsteps leave but before she left, I asked her that very question.

"Why were his eyes dark the other day when I first saw him in the garden?"

She turned and was silent for some time.

"I don't think you are ready for the answer," she said and without waiting for me to speak she left.

What the hell is wrong with these two? They live in this big mansion with some guards and maids. They say I am not kidnapped but won't let me leave. I know they want money but why would they want money from me? I mean they are so rich. I wanted to leave and there was only one person that could answer my questions and let me go.

I went straight to his door and knocked but no answer came from inside. I waited a while outside and went inside but no one was there. The room was very big. I searched for him everywhere.

"It's bad to stalk someone's bedroom." I heard him say. I turned to where he was. He was looking at leaning on the wall, folding his arms. I went to him and studied his face. He raised a brow.

"What?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes "Why were your eyes dark the other day?"

His face color changed but he didn't say anything. I looked at him waiting for the answer.

"Oh my God," he looked at me confused.

"I was right you are the devil and I am in hell." I panicked.

I heard him chuckle and I narrowed my eyes. "You find it funny that now I am a devil?" I asked.

"Nothing just...."

"No way," I cut him off.

"I am dead that's why you won't let me go." I almost screamed.

"I am living with a devil," I said more to myself.

"I am not a devil," He said giving me that not impressed look.

"Then why were your eyes dark the other day?" I demanded, putting my hands on my hips. He didn't say anything, just stared at me. Maybe he found it amusing but not me.

"Bloody devil," I muttered.

Smile escaped from his mouth. I rolled my eyes and was almost out of the room when I realized I was not done yet so I came back.

"Why do you want me here? What is it that you want from me?" I almost screamed in frustration.

"Or, oh gosh. Don't tell me you are that type of guy who would let me go if I...." I couldn't say it. "sle...." I was about to say it. He looked at me in realization and covered my mouth and pushed me to the wall.

"Don't you dare say it. You think that's my intention?" he shook his head and then looked at me. My heart was beating faster. His eyes were so beautiful that I couldn't stop myself from staring. He let go of me and turned around.

"I thought you hated that life."

I did

"I didn't know you wanted to die."

"Wait, how did you know I hated my life?" I asked.

"I assumed.....a-h- by looking at your unconscious body. Anyone would have assumed that" he shrugged.

"I know you want something from me, tell me what is it?" I demanded.

I didn't have anything to give him except my body and no way I would agree to that.

"You," I barely heard him.

Did he just say that?

"In your dreams," I said to myself.

I am sure he wants my body, Boka.

( Boka= playboy or a guy who wants girls only for sex. )

"Hey, you. What do you want?" I asked My patience getting thinner.

"I want to make a deal."

"Do I look like some kind of businesswoman to you?" I spat.

"You have to marry me," He said ignoring my question and I laughed so hard that I nearly fell to the ground. I looked at him and realized he was serious.

"I am serious," He said.

I stood still, not believing what he said.

"What did you say?" I almost yelled and went near him but he didn't bother to look at me.

"If you want to get free from here you have to marry me."

"Are you fucking kidding me? How come I will be free if I marry you?" I glared at him. I wanted to fucking kill him.

He stood silent, still his back facing me.

"Just dream about it, you devil. Not gonna happen. I never asked you to save me in the first place so only dream about it," I said and left.