Rebecca's pov
*Day 1*
I don't think I can do this.
So, this was my first day in this castle-like mansion and guess what? I'm fed up, hungry, sad, tired and mostly- bored!!!
I woke up to an empty room, I guess Emeliano had left for work very early, so here I am, all alone and so hungry.
It's not like I missed that bastard- for all I know, I wished him death- yes, you heard me! Death, that man is too ruthless to live in this world.
I knew there was no fighting this, I knew there was no way I could escape from Emeliano that easily, that was why I had my bath in his heaven-like bathtub and changed into clean clothes.
But was I going to starve myself? I mean, I might as well feed myself right? If I wanted to make his life a living hell, I needed the strength.
I groaned.
Screw this!
I opened the door and stepped out of Emeliano's room, I was invited with the strong sweet aroma of sushi, my favorite Japanese dish! And blocked by two men in fitted black suits, stopping me with their strong glares.
"Relax- I'm just hungry, I want to eat in the kitchen or dining table- whatever." I muttered out.
Their glares softened a little as they allowed me through.
I gave them strange looks, making my way to, hopefully the kitchen, all I did was follow the strong sweet aroma and finally, I was met with the most lovely sight... The kitchen was huge, well furnished and beautiful, maids were almost everywhere, preparing this and making that.
My eyes scanned the kitchen for Greta, the woman who helped me unpack-
"Becca?"
I turned immediately and a smile met with my face, "Greta." I said.
"I was just about to call you down for breakfast... And here you are." She smiled too.
"I hate to admit it but- I'm really hungry and need food like A.S.A.P." I said, meaning every single word that fell from my lips.
"Come on- your plate is set already. Sir Emeliano told me to make sure you had enough, since you refused to eat last night." Greta said.
When we reached the dining table, my eyes popped out, the food on the table graced my sight... I was literally drooling, the table was set perfectly and it increased my appetite. Immediately, I slipped into the nearest chair and scooped a ton of different kinds of dishes into my plate- but trust me, the sushi was more visible.
"God, you have no idea how- wait, did Emeliano really tell you that?" I asked, my mind suddenly going back to what she said earlier.
"Yes." She smiled.
So, he wasn't that bad... Good to know, maybe I should remove the death part from the- list -of -evil things- I -wanted- to- befall-on- Emeliano.
Without further ado, I dug into the delicious delicacy Infront of me.
I knew this was cheap of me, considering the fact that I was so determined earlier, I was ready to stay hungry until I got my freedom, but come on- can you do that?
I love my food, I love my eating habits, so that's why I've decided, I'm going to eat my fill.
Back in New York, I loved cooking and eating, My mom and I enjoyed our job because that was actually all we had.
My dad never bothered to call to see how I was fairing but I do get texts from April once a week, she would tell me that my dad misses me a lot.
But trust me, if he did, he would have called. Wouldn't he?
I tried to convince my mom several times to date, but no- she wouldn't listen, my biggest bet was that, she still loved my dad so much and she wasn't ever ready to move on. April told me that dad never bothered to move on too.
There might still be hope for them. Right?
Why am I thinking of this again?
After a long time scooping, eating and drinking, I was satisfied and finally refreshed.
The last time I felt like this was when Mason made breakfast for me, he surprised me on my birthday and did what no one had ever done for me, I loved him so much and I miss him too- I can't imagine how worried he would be.
I knew Mason cares deeply for me, just the same way I care about him. We were soulmates, even a seer confirmed it, I really have to find my way out of this mansion, even if I can't do that, I would have to find a way to call him... To let him know of my current situation.
But I think that's absolutely impossible.
"Thanks Greta. I'll never forget this day." I told her.
All she did was chuckle and told other maids to clear the table, I guess she was the head maid or something.
I stood up and made my way out of the dinning room to the direction of where I thought the sitting room was. This house was really huge, even the hallways in the house were huge, and ornately decorated.
Christ.
Finally pushing through familiar doors, I walked in and sat on the couch. Just sitting there made it seem like I wasn't welcome, everything was intimidating. guards and workers here and there just stole glances at me.
"Hi."
I turned immediately, jumping up from the couch only to stand face to face with another hot guy- his eyes were the perfect shade of emerald green.. the man was utterly beautiful.
"Hi." I said to him.
"You must be Rebecca, am I right?" He asked with a bright smile on his face.
I swallowed. "Yes, but you can call me Becca, Rebecca's a mouthful." I said.
He chuckled. "No, I think it's alluring."
Heat ran straight up my cheek. "Sorry, who are you again?"
He stretched out his hand for a hand shake, I wanted to return it but immediately, he took my hands in his and bowed, kissing my knuckles. "Marcos." He said.
My mouth went dry at his gesture. "Marcos, nice to meet you."
He gave a charming smile. "I'm Emeliano's friend- more like frenemy, half brother, crap like that."
"Oh- you're his brother-"
"Half-Brother- I heard about you and I'm so sorry about everything Emeliano did to you. I'm here to right his wrong, you shouldn't be held for something you know nothing about." Marcos said.
I raised my brows at him in confusion.
"Excuse me? I don't follow." I said.
"Oh, you don't know? Your last name is Lewis, right?"
"Yes. Is there something I should know?"
"NO!"
I jumped at the sound of Emeliano's voice, I turned immediately to see him glaring at me then at Marcos, then to our hands that were held together.
Immediately, I took my hands away from Marcos's and swallowed hard.
What was he doing home so early? Why did he come home?
He swiftly marched to me and grabbed my hands in his, pulling me away from Marcos.
I jumped a little when Emeliano yelled again.
"What .the. hell are you doing in my house?!"