Tatiana's POV

"I can't believe you," I blurted out. "Only a sick man would do something like this."

I was scared to upset him earlier but now I don't care anymore. I'm the one who's upset now.

"Call me whatever you want but I just really really love you, darling. The mere thought of losing you to someone else drives me nuts. I would die if I didn't have you by my side."

His declaration of his love p*ss*d me off more.

I am more than flabbergasted to think that he believed this is love. This is his perception of love? D*mn him!

"If you really loved me, you wouldn't ruin my life," I said between gritted teeth.

"Look around. You trapped me here in this godforsaken room-- copied exactly what my room looked like! Gave me things that you think I will like-- well, guess what? You're wrong because everything that you got here, I already have them!" I can feel my nails digging deeply into my palm and it's already stinging but I couldn't care less. I am so angry.

"For the nth time, this is not love! I don't want your love; I need to go home. Let me go!" I screamed at his face, but he wasn't even phased.

He just stared at me with an expression on his face that I couldn't read and understand.

"I'm sorry that you didn't like anything I got you, darling," he said only understanding a part of what I just said and completely ignoring my point.

I almost pulled my own hair off out of frustration.

"That's not what I'm saying! You need to let me go!" I yelled even more louder than I did earlier and I felt my throat stinging.

"While I don't appreciate this attitude, I can't give you what you want. I already risked everything for you. You will stay here until I say so. This is your new home and life so you should start getting used to this."

Ugh! I can't put into words how much I wanted to claw him but I stopped myself with all my might because he will just be able to stop and will pin me down again. I don't want to be near him. I can't stand him being a few meters away from me let alone be close to him.

I took a deep sigh to calm myself.

"Please, please let me go. Let me go home, please." I pleaded.

I don't want to plead because it makes me feel so helpless but what else I can do? He wouldn't let me go even after seeing how upset this whole situation made me.

He didn't answer to my pleas. He just stared at me-- again, with an expression that I couldn't fathom.

"I'm sure my family and friends are already so worried about me. I need to go home."

I know my parents are already looking for me and with all my father's resources and connection, I'm trusting them that they can find me but I just can't sit and not do anything. If I have to beg and kneel for him to let me go, at this point, I will do it in a heartbeat.

"Leon, please. Please let me go home, please."

"You finally called me by my name."

I deeply closed my eyes and buried my face in my palm because of frustration.

He's not listening to me. He can hear me but he only listens to what he wants.

It's hopeless to talk to him.

It's no use because no matter what I say to him, he will only stand by what he believes is right and he thinks there's nothing wrong with what he did.

"You called me by my name, darling. You're finally warming up on me."

What?

I only called him by his name because I was pleading with him to let me go! It doesn't mean anything and I'm surely not "warming" up to him. Is he insane?!

I froze on my spot when he stood up where he was sitting and walked towards my direction.

All of a sudden, I couldn't move.

What is he going to do?

I thought he was going to do something bad to me but I was taken aback when he kissed the top of my head.

"It's nice to hear you say my name, darling. I never liked how my name sounds until you said it; you sounded so good."

I didn't answer.

I couldn't still recover from what he just did to me.

He's so casual about everything-- kidnapping me, declaring his "love", and now giving me head kisses?

He's driving me nuts!

"I'm genuinely sorry that you didn't like everything that I got you, I will do better next time," he said but I still didn't answer, merely because I couldn't find the word to say.

"I have to go now, I'll just fix something," he added.

He walked towards the door and opened it but before he could completely get out he said something. "I'll be back, don't miss me too much."

What the hell?!

Without thinking, I grabbed the closest pillow to me, buried my head on it, and screamed my lungs out.

I screamed and cried like I never did before.

I never would have thought that I would scream and cry like this-- that I would get so angry-- that I would feel so much rage.

I didn't mind anything anymore. I just cried and screamed until I felt my throat sore so much and my eyes felt heavy and tired.

~*~

I woke up with a throbbing headache. I probably got tired from all the crying and screaming that I did that I fell asleep without knowing.

My eyes

feel puffy and my throat is sore.

I just woke up but I still feel tired.

There's something inside me that feels empty-- it feels hollow.

I badly wanted to go home but all I could do now was cry and feel the pain in my heart.

I stared blankly at the ceiling.

God, please. 

I really want to go home. 

I took a sigh deeply. My sorrow is so deep that I feel like I'm drowning in it. 

What should I do now? He won't let me go even if I beg him. . .

Should I just play along with his sick game until he finally decides to let me go? Will that work? Well, that's what he wanted; for me to accept what he did and just act normally.

If I act and pretend to accept the situation I am in right now, he will probably let his guard down and trust me, and if that happens, there's a big possibility that I can be able to find a way to escape from this hell of a room. 

My trail of thoughts was interrupted when suddenly, the door opened. 

Here he is again. 

Whenever he comes in I would think that I'll have a chance to escape by snatching the key card from him but I couldn't seem to find it once he's inside. 

He's hiding it well. 

I turned to face him and my mouth gaped when he entered with his hands full of paper bags from luxury brands. 

He was holding an approximately 15 paper bags and they were all huge!

"What's that?" I can't help myself but ask. 

"I have no idea what you want so I got you these. They are all from new collections."

My jaw dropped. 

~*~

Leon’s POV

“Yes, I want them all delivered here at my house. Are they all limited editions? I want your new release, no, even those that haven’t been released yet, I want them. Yes, deliver them right now.” I hung up the phone as soon as I finished giving my instructions.

I can’t deny that I was disappointed when Tatiana didn’t want anything that I bought for her. I made sure that I bought all the things that she used. I had to pull some strings just to know that. I don’t understand why she didn’t want and like anything that I got her because those are the exact same things that she uses so I guess she’s probably just trying to be stubborn.

Well, I don’t really mind. She can act whatever she wants and that still won’t change my mind.

If she didn’t want anything from that room, I would willingly change it to her liking.

Anything for Tatiana.

I opened the TV while I waited for the things I just ordered to be delivered here to my house.

I got my right-hand man to receive it from the stores and deliver it straight to my house.

I can surely have the store to do the delivering but I could not risk my address to be known.

I have numerous houses but this one is the one that is not listed under my name. . .  for safety purposes.

“Search for the daughter of a business tycoon, Harry Cerhan has been going on for three days now. The said heiress, Tatiana Cerhan is still missing and still hasn’t been found.”

I turned off the TV upon hearing the breaking news.

Harry Cerhan should stop looking for her daughter because he’s not going to see her again.

News about her disappearance is all over the city, now I think it was a mistake putting a TV in her room. I will surely cut the cable before she even turns it on and sees the news.

The Cerhan family is just not an ordinary family. Harry Cerhan is a known businessness and is d*mn rich. Tatiana Cerhan is not just an ordinary woman-- both figuratively and literally. She is a heiress to a multi-billion empire. But she belongs to me. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on her at that business summit. She took my breath away. I know it right there and then that she’s the woman I want to be with. The woman whom I will marry and have a family with.

I’m not wrong to move here in this city.

The thought of other guys having her angered me to the core. I can’t let her be with someone that’s not me. I don’t ever want to see her be with anyone but me.

Other guys don’t deserve her-- her beauty, her charm, her intelligence, her body.

I can give her everything that she wants. Everything that she asks for-- except for that one thing that she keeps asking.

I can’t just give her back to her family or to her old life.

Like I’ve said to her, I can’t back out now; I took a risk to have her. And besides, the world is such a dangerous place for her. I eyed her for several months and made sure she was safe but that is not just enough. Especially after I’ve learned that she had been kidnapped before. I can’t let that happen, I won’t let anyone harm her again. She’s too precious. In here, I can protect her, I will keep her safe.

I just left her room but I want to go back there again. I just can’t get enough of her-- her face, her scent-- just everything about her. I want to see her every d*mn time.

After several minutes, Damian, my right-hand man finally arrived with everything that I asked.

“She finally warmed up to you, boss, and asked you these?” Damian asked.

I nodded at him.

Tatiana didn’t ask for these, I will give her these.

Damian knew about Tatiana staying here at my house.

As my right-hand man, he knows everything. He played a huge role in ensuring that my plan would be a success.

“That’s good to hear. I know she will warm up to you in no time.”

She will.

While I don’t appreciate her attitude right now, I have to understand that she’s still adjusting hence why I do all these things for her.

If spoiling her will get her to like me and like staying at her new home. I will do it with no second thoughts. I’ve been meaning to do that anyway.

“I’ll call you again,” I said to Damian as I carried all the bags.

“Will keep my phone on, boss,” Damian responded before he left.

I can’t help but feel enthusiastic as I carried all the bags to Tatiana’s room upstairs.

Her room is conveniently big, I made sure of that. That woman grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth. I shouldn’t slack.

I opened her room with a key card.

I immediately slid the key card into the pocket of my coat.

This key card is the most important thing right now-- second to Tatiana.

Tatiana faced me.

She looked like she had just woken up because her eyes were swollen.

She still looks so d*mn pretty even with red eyes.

I saw how her jaw dropped when her eyes landed on my hands full of paper bags.

She’s definitely excited to open all these judging by her reactions.

I’m delighted to know that.

All I want is to see her happy.

“What’s that?” she asked.

"I have no idea what you want so I got you these. They are all from new collections,” I answered. “For you. All for you,”

I placed all the paper bags on her bed.

“I’ll leave you to it. I hope you like them,” I said to her.

As much as I wanted to stay with her and watch her unbox everything, I felt my phone vibrate inside my pocket.

I don’t receive a call unless it is important.

I have to take it.

I took a good look at Tatiana’s face before I left her room.

“What is it?”

“Sir, we have a little problem,” Damian said on the other line.

“Fix it,” I ordered.

“Almost every businessman in the industry is in search of Miss Tatiana. Harry Cerhan pulled all of his connection.”

As expected.

Tatiana’s father is a very influential man.

But like I’ve said, I took a risk and I surely already oversaw every possible problem and made solutions to all of them.

“You should expect a phone call any minute from now,” Damian informed me.

“I’ll handle it,” I said before I hung up the call.

There’s not a problem that I cannot solve, especially if it involves the love of my life.