Christabell Point Of View -
I began to limp in a sitting state with my mouth gagged, while my hands and feet were tied. And the last person I saw before I passed out was Mrs. Nourah. I'm sure she saw me, but why did she not help me and instead quickly left that place.
And when I woke up and realized that I was already in a different room. I don't recognize this place and in this room, there isn't another person, only myself. I was silent trying to digest all this incident and remember what happened before I was arrested.
At that time I was in the garden with roses in a basket that I was carrying, then somebody came and smother me with a handkerchief from behind, but I'm not sure who he is, and I don't know what happened after that.
My head throbbed in pain thinking about all the bad possibilities that would happen in my life in the next few minutes or hours. Because right now I felt that this place was so different from Richard's house. The house where I was held was far away from the noise of the city, more like a rural, remote. I haven't seen anyone since waking up and it's probably been more than three or four hours.
I feel like I'm about to give up. I was tied tightly with ropes that even started to hurt my skin and my mouth plug which made it hard to breathe. The more I rebelled, the more I exhausted myself. Am I going to die now?
I started asking myself as if I was face to face with Richard, don't you realize that I vanished from your house? Don't you care for me? My body started shaking and my chest tightened. It hurt so badly to think about the last possibility, that this was Richard's way of eliminating me? But why did he do it? Doesn't he want me? Hasn't he been liking me all this time? Or does he think I want more than he should dump me this way?
My head throbbed even more at the thought if it was Mrs. Nourah and Rich are involved in a partnership to eliminate me without a trace like this. Make me die slowly without mercy. Oh. . . if that was the case, they should have shot me directly in the head or the heart, maybe it would have been easier for me.
I started to feel lightheaded and chose to close my eyes again. It feels like I have to come to terms with the situation and make this death a little easier for me. It felt like I was tired of struggling and trying to break free but to no avail.
I started feeling dark and cold. It's so quiet that I can hear my own heart beating weak. Whether it's morning or evening, whoever did all this, one thing I know, maybe I will end up tragically like this soon.
***
On the other hand, Rich is trying to find the whereabouts of Christabel and Mrs. Nourah at the same time. He was helped by some of his confidants as well as some of his colleagues. There are clues about Mrs. Nourah and Brandon were caught on CCTV cameras after the dinner was over, just as Brandon returned to Rich's house. Right after Richard nearly shot him in the head.
"So you guys had a fight?" Asked Ryan.
"Yes," Richard answered honestly.
"What made you point your gun at him?" Ryan looked at the monitor just as Richard was pointing a gun at Brandon.
"He tried to harass Christabell," Richard replied.
"I found the motive for this kidnapping bro, maybe your brother wants to avenge your actions to him."
Ryan continued playing the CCTV footage and saw the part where Brandon talked to Mrs. Norah for quite a while. Even though they were talking in an unexpected place, in front of Mrs. Norah, in a pavilion separated from the main house.
Previously, Rich saw that all of this was natural until, in a scene that was captured by the camera, Brandon handed a brown envelope to Mrs. Nourah and the woman looked around leaving Brandon after receiving it.
"Is their relationship very close?" Ryan asked Rich and the man could only shake his head.
"We are very close to Mrs. Norah, she was our babysitter since childhood."
"I was curious about the contents of the brown envelope. Ryan tried to roll back the CCTV.
"Can we search Mrs. Nourah's room?"
"Of course, I have the spare key."
"Ok, what are we waiting for."
They rushed into Mrs. Nourah, but everything looks neat. Even the woman's clothes were still in the wardrobe.
Rich and Ryan, tried to find clues by tearing apart all the old woman's furniture and found nothing. It seems that Mrs. Nourah had thought that if Rich searched her room one day, she didn't even leave a single clue.
"Maybe we should call the police."
Richard took a deep breath and had no other choice. Finally, he contacted the police to report the disappearance of one of the servants at his house as well as the senior servants at his house who suddenly disappeared.
The police said to come right away and carry out an investigation. Rich's entire house was searched, CCTV in his house was requested, and for three hours the police searched the scene of the crime to find various possibilities.
Everyone who worked at Rich's house was also checked, including Luciano, because accidentally he saw some people take the girl and put her in the car when he intended to take out the trash. unfortunately, it was dark, Luciano could not recognize the woman's face, but he was sure that the woman was unconscious because her body was limp.
"You can remember Mr. Luciano."
"Em ... I'm not sure between the number one or seven, I saw from a great distance."
"Ok, try writing it down."
Luciano wrote down two numbers and upon obtaining them, the police immediately tracked down the license plate.
"We will inform you as soon as we find the lead, sir."
"Ok."
The police left the house without anything they could do. As Richard became so frustrated that time was running out, he kept thinking about the bad things that could have happened to Christabell if they had to wait any longer.
Richard was sure that Brandon was the culprit. And all he had to do right now was call Brandon and ask what the bastard really wanted.
"Hello." Brandon's voice was clear on the other side.
"What do you want?" Richard asked in a deep, firm voice, he didn't want to be nice to the jerk he had thought of as his younger brother. Brandon didn't answer, he just laughed, and his laughter made Rich's brows knit together.
"What's wrong with you young master? You lost your fangs?" Brandon said skeptically.
"Tell me how much you want?" Richard thought it was about money. The bastard had a chance to blackmail him, and if it was a matter of ransom, Richard would give anything to get Christabell back.
"Just keep your money, young master. I don't want your money." Said Brandon. Brandon laughed loudly, "How does it feel to be weak? To be helpless? How does it feel when your money can't help you?" Brandon asked over and over, and it didn't sound like a question, but scorn.
"Don't make me lose my temper!" Richard snapped trying to intimidate Brandon, but the jerk laughed one more time. "Or what? You want to shoot me in the head this time?"
"Give the girl back to me!" Snapped Richard.
"Oh come on ... you always have lots of toys, and never want to share with me, even for your used toys, the rich man Richard ... why is your heart so stubborn ?!"
"Brandon says what you want ?!" Snapped Richard impatiently.
"I want her."
Refuse Richard quickly. "Now Way."
"I like your toy woman, you can find another woman." Brandon said, and Richard replied emphatically "Shut your mouth, bastard! She is not a toy."
"He's nice, but maybe I'm a little too mean to play with your favorite toy young master."
"Shit !! Don't ever touch her, or..." Richard did not finish his sentence.
"Or what ?! You're going to hit me ?! Shoot me ?!" Brandon laughed again.
"I lived in the care of your family for many years, and you know if I have had the same treatment as you from Dad ?!" Snapped Brandon on the other side.
"He gave you his entire business and kick me in and my mom far away so we can't bother you." Said Brand bringing up the past. "He said it was all my wish." Brandon paused his sentence, and there was a moment of silence. The contents of Richard's head dragged along their childhood until they grew up together as teenagers.
"We were schooled in the same place but you never wanted to share a car with me, you always wanted the best while I was satisfied enough to get second place, sometimes even when the spring break comes, your little family goes to Aspen to meet Granny and leave me at home with Mrs. Nourah. "
"Brandon... If it's a matter of the past then it's all my fault. Don't get Christabell involved in this."
"Oh ... sorry young master, but that girl has gone too far. She's even at the main of all this trouble."
"Brandon, I'll give you as much money as you want, but give Christabell back to me all right."
"I'm afraid I like her body more than your money." Laughter Brandon.
Richard squeezed his face, he immediately grabbed another cell phone of his and send the text to Marco, he is a detective who helps investigate Christabell's disappearance. Richard asks him to trace Brandon's number to find out the whereabouts of the man. Because as Bell's kidnapper, of course, Brandon was around the girl right now.
The police asked Richard to continue rambling on until they found the coordinates of Brandon's whereabouts.
"You involved the police in this story?" Brandon asked lazily.
"No, this is between you and me."
"Oh, yes . . .???" Again Brandon laughed.
"Why should you involve Mrs. Nourah anyway, she is too old to do what your ambition is."
"That woman, whom you call Mrs. Nourah ... she is like a mother for me. She loves me, more than my mother does."
" It's sad when you realize that your mother's love for her stepson is greater than that of her own child."
"I don't feel that way," Richard replied.
"Because you are too busy with yourself and all that you have, young master, that you don't know what it feels like to have nothing, not even a clear identity."
"So you blame me for all the misfortunes you've been through?"
"Yes!"
"My mom and dad treat us the same."
"Oh, yes?" Brandon laughed. "By dressing me in your used clothes while you always wear new clothes?"
"Brandon you are a smart guy, you know your actions are wrong, and if you want my business I'll give you some. You can retire from the military and start your own business, if you want the money I'll give it to you."
"I want you to suffer, can you do it for me ?!" Snapped Brandon.
Richard's eyes were fixed on the other cellphone screen, and the police gave the news that they had found the coordinates of the place where Brandon was and asked Richard to keep stalling for time until his team found Bell and Brandon.
"Look, Bell is just an innocent girl who works for me and I don't like you touching her forcefully, so if you think Bell is important to me that's wrong. If you want to suffer you should kidnap me, do what you want including kill me. But don't touch her." Richard tried to argue.
"You think I'm a runny kid that you can fool ?!" Brandon laughed out loud. "When you intend to shoot me in the head because of that girl, I know very well how much she means to you. And hurting that girl will be tantamount to hurting you. If I kill her, you will not be able to forgive yourself for the rest of your life. And I would be happy if today I can do it to you, my dear brother. The young master of the Anthony family will suffer a lifetime, it is a sign that my revenge is successful. "
"Brandon, don't be stupid." Muttered Richard. "We can meet and have a good talk." Said, Richard.
"That will never happen!" Answer Brandon.
"If you act stupid, you might end up rotting in prison."
"It doesn't matter to me, I will do anything to hurt you." An evil laugh was heard.
Richard moved out of his room, then headed to his garage when he had the coordinates that Detective Marco had sent him.
"You can never hurt me, never!" Muttered Richard. "And don't you dare touch my woman! You're a loser, and you will still be a loser." Richard thundered back as soon as he learned that detective Marco had informed him that they had found Brandon's location.
Richard dared to raise his voice, even threaten him, it made Brandon realize that maybe Richard already knew where he was. "So you already know where I am?" Brandon asked when he heard the roar of a car engine. Richard moved after receiving information from detective Marco that his team was moving and in five minutes to arrive at the location. Sure enough, a gunshot sounded immediately. Richard slammed on the brakes, making a loud squeak. His heart was beating fast, who was shot? Brandon's call ended at once.