Chapter 50: Do- Don't Do that Michael!

I surely had lost my temper. That was the person who had taken away my father!! However, I didn't get it that Michael kidnap my father?' God! The matter was driving me crazy. My eyes were welling up with tears, and I was going insane. Why did Layla do such a heinous thing?! Why would the person I mostly trusted do it to me?

"Anya" she was taken aback by my presence and could not avoid the slap I had inflicted on her.

"Why?! Where? Where did you take my father? Where? Layla, answer back! Please respond!" I cried and screamed angrily. What she did to me and papa was completely evil.

"Stop it, Anya," she said, grabbing my arm and forcebly attempt to make me relax. "l will explain, but please remain calm."

"How would I do it! You murdered father? Or where did you take him?, and for sure, I will

never forgive you" I couldn't say anything else

because my body was weak. She gave me a shot in the neck.

"I'm sorry, sister," she said, "but it was the right thing to do. After an hour, you'll be awake. "

I tried but couldn't open my eyes. The darkness

gradually drew me to sleep.

"Hey, young man, when my dear sister leaves me, I'll kill you," , somebody said who sat with Michael.

"You don't have a sister, so shut up!" Michael said flatly, not looking back.

They secretly investigate every aspect of the area so that they would not be hesitant to launch an attack. He was carrying only two silencer guns and had no intention of

killing anyone he did not intend to kill. He didn't care that armed men nearly filled the entire island.

"It's too much for me to kill you," he said, looking at the guards, "You're the reason Anya left me."

One of the counterparts simply smiled. "Is it really me?"

"Tell us what your plan is," One on his left said.

"The target is mine. The rest is up to you."

They were simple to eliminate, but he needed a few minutes. In a few minutes, he'll be able to kill the woman who started it all and reclaimed me. Michael was the sole owner of the woman, and no one else had the right to claim me.

Suddenly, he felt the tightness of his pants. Fuck! For God's sake, he was having a boner. He removed the woman from the system and waited a few moments...

"Where is he?" When he arrived at the mansion, he asked Peter. Peter was one of his army colleagues who was then a business partner. He was the brother of the woman he was supposed to marry, Vicky.

"In the guest room. Wait, I'lIl bring him to you."

He sat on the expensive sofa, drew out a cigarette, and lit it. There was no expression on his face. He smokes a cigarette as he waited for Peter to bring old Vlov in front of him.

"How are you, Mr Vlov?," he said to the old man, the man in front of him, was not sleeping well and was dressed in a crumpled business

Coat.

"What does this mean, Mr. Michael?" He said angrily and no longer bothered to sit."

He quickly pressed the cigarette into the ashtray on the side table and stood up. Still, no emotion could be seen on his face.

"Hmm?"

"Im not playing games with you!" he exclaimed angrily.

"And so am I," he said as he stared at the old man. "You killed my mother and you took away my pregnant soon-to-be wife," he

snatched the gun from his waist and angrily pointed it at the old man.

Instead of being shocked and terrified by the anger he witnessed, he simply shook his head and sat weakly on the single sofa. Suddenly, the anger on his face faded, and he looked sad and empty.

"I was the one you mistakenly killed them," he sighed,

"how can I say I didn't kill your mother and taken away your fiancée?"

Lies!

He still hadn't lowered the high-class gun that focus on it. With just a few wrong words, Vlov's brain would be scattered on the floor.

"Would you like to say anything else, Vlov Don?"

"My daughter's happiness."

"Your daughter is on my island. I kidnapped her."

He stood up, surprised, but sighed and shook for a few moments and sat down. "My daughter Anya will be safer in your hands, Mr. Michael; I thought Mr. Ethan had kidnapped her after the marriage failed"

"Her aister...your other daughter," he interrupted. He locked his gaze on the old man's face. He noticed him telling the truth. He lowered the gun and sat on the sofa.

"My daughters Anya and Layla will never be the same again in two weeks. Anya is

my one and only daughter, that I love wholeheartedly, as well as my prized possession. Her happiness is my happiness," he sighed,

pausing. "However, I'm terrified of telling my daughter that the sister she loved is a murderer."

Michael adjusted his seat in response to what he said. He was reading the old man's expression. He was not lying. It appeared that fate was playing tricks on him. Was his investigation flawed? Something was wrong, and he

knew what it was.

"Please don't allow Layla to be close to my Ellah. My daughter's safety is my top priority."

He clenched his fist and averted his gaze. He recalled how ungentle he had been by taking me every day. He was annoyed with himself at the time he claimed me and

he was angry.

"The day before the incident, Layla and I discussed taking over my company. I'm old, and when my daughter gets back, Layla would be in charge as well, because office life isn't Anya's style.

.... I heard him on his cellphone talking someone. I was skeptical. I didn't think twice about following him because l saw your mother and fiancée sitting on the floor. Bound and blindfolded tọ"

"Enough!" he yelled angrily, leaping to his feet and hurling the ashtray against the wall. It was devastating. Peter, on the other hand, stood at a distance and looked at them calmly.

At the same time, his tears bertrayed him and fell, and he planned to murder the man who did kill his mother That was ridiculous! He

couldn't hear what old man Vlov was saying

because he was in excruciating pain.

"l'd like to tell you everything I know, but I'm worried about my daughter Anya."

"Fuck! How come you didn't tell me?" He grabbed his coat's collar and strained to match him. What the hell? Peter quickly intervened to stop him from hurting the old man. "Michael, let him finish."

He let the old man go angrily. "Give the details to Peter and send it right to me, dude," he said angrily as he stormed out of the mansion, engulfed in rage and disgust.

***

I woke to the sensation of someone caressing

My cheek. My eyes widened as I saw the lady who had kidnapped my father for the first time. I sprang to my feet, but before I could slap her, she grabbed my wrist and yanked me onto the bed.

"How come, Layla? Why did you take him away? I thought you were the only sister I should have put my trust in, but it appeared that I made a mistake with the person I was with!" I had had enough of crying and didn't want to cry any longer. I was sick of crying all the time and

didn't have the energy to stop.

Layla was deafeningly silent. She just stared at me, and I sensed fear while looking in her eyes ."You have no idea how I keep from claiming you. I told myself, I'm not going to show you who I really am when you're with me

so every time we were together, I endure just kissing you and stealing a caress on every part of your body when you were sleeping. I kiss your two cheeks but when you had a dream, you always said a different name, which caused me alot of pain. Bullshit!"

Her words made my body shiver. I was suddenly

resentful of what she had done to me. She was a demon, too! We were diametrically opposed! We were not meant to be sisters. I wanted to flee, but I couldn't because Layla was coursing through my body.

"How dare you!" I yelled angrily.

"But now, sister, I'm going to stay here with youyou whether you like it or not. I can't wait until we get to sign a contract. You'll always be here. I don't care if you will de-sister me! You're

only my sister and mine alone."

"No, please!" I screamed as she began holding my hands and kissed me on the forehead.

Because of her weight, whatever I pushed and lost made no sense. It was as if I was transported back in time to when Michael had done the same to me. My eyes welled up with tears, and I begged her to let me go. Layla on the other hand, gripped my both hands

tightly. I had the urge to vomit.

"Michael! Michael... please help me! Michael... Please help me!"