𝑬𝒏𝒛𝒐'𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

Chapter -12, kiss for a payment

ALORA'S POV:-

My life in this mansion is gradually getting better. I can read all of my favourite books and watch my favourite movies anytime I want. I can also gossip with the maids in the kitchen, though they were hesitant at first but gradually they started to open up with me, but they still don't let me help them when I offer it, they are scared of Enzo to the core. I can see it.

Thanks to aunt Florina I got to know a lot about Enzo's past. She said he always used to keep himself drowned in work and alcohol or the basement , torturing some ill fated person. He grew more aggressive and stubborn after I left. He was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any given moment, his killing spree went overboard day by day. Everyone was scared to even go near him. What I was shocked to hear was him always keeping a picture of me, the only one that we took together at that time. I vaguely remember the picture but I was shock to hear he still kept that picture

My heart melted at that but will this justify his actions? No, he is threatening me with my parents, beating my brother to the brink of death. I cannot even imagine what he will do if I escape again. I am not unfamiliar with his tactics, what he feels isn't love, it is an obsession, an unhealthy toxic obsession

Most People always gets obsessed with forbidden things and they mistook it for love, they do every inhuman thing to get that and blame it on love. What they fail to see is their unhealthy obsession and the effect it is creating on the person

He is keeping me confined inside the mansion, the only time I can go out of here is when he takes me somewhere. I miss going out with my friends. I miss going to the hospital, taking care of the patients, meeting my colleagues, have small talks during lunch time and oh how much I miss the kids in the hospital!

I always used to visit them in the hospital who were suffering from cancer, treat them to some of their favourite desserts or snacks and also gave them gifts in the weekends. I would read stories to them whenever I was free, how much I miss doing those. Do they miss me too? Are they hating me because I am not visiting them now? I really wish to visit them and tell them to recover well to fullfill their dreams

I also had a knack for handling stubborn patients, most of my patients were stubborn to death, but I handled them all well. I am never the one to act timid and respectful when the matter is about health, whenever they used to refuse to have their medicines I kindly used to tell them to leave and sign the papers so that when they die we wouldn't be responsible for it or used to tell different scary made-up stories of death from the disease. This always used to work, for a time they used to hold a grudge against me but time by time they also used to get more open up with me, those were some funny and sweet moments I had

But among all of this I miss my family the most. It has only been a month since I have been here but I am missing them so dearly it feels like it has been a year. I so want to hear their voice, ask them how they are doing and tell them I am doing fine as well. I want to ask how brother naven is but I am unable to do so. Enzo kept my phone to himself and still haven't given it back to me. I have asked him to give it back several times before but he only had one answer

"I will give it to you when I make sure you are not going to run away"  that's what he said.

I scoffed when I remembered it, as if he is going to let me step a foot out of this damn mansion. I closed my book harshly

"Nope, this won't do" I mumbled to myself as I closed my book. "I have to go and ask about it to him again. I want to talk to my parents and I will do it no matter what" I got up from the sofa and rested the book on the white tea table

I brushed my dress with my hand which got a bit wrinkled from sitting stomach flat for too long