His Devious Rule

Anya was ensnared in a long nightmare. She was playing and living happily with Zane. But Alvin suddenly appeared and tried every method to take her son away from her. She tried her best to keep Zane with her, tried to escape the country but nothing was working. Alvin and the Matthews family were right behind her to get Zane. In the end, his family faked a complaint, sent her to prison, and took her son away. She wanted to cry in despair, her heart was shattered, she was barely holding up but she wasn\'t ready to give up. She was pushing herself harder and harder.

Anya flung her eyelids open and gasped for some air while her heart was pounding crazily. It was as if she had been through everything in real life. She felt it forever before coming to an end. She tried to calm herself when her eyes weren\'t focused anywhere.

Slowly she came to reality. She recalled the night. \'The roses! Alvin! Hard disk??\' Her tongue moved beside her gums and found the microchip. She has it safe.

\'The attack…\' her hand flew to her neck. She had felt a sharp pain in her neck. It wasn\'t because of a hit. \'Sleeping drugs?\' She could only keep up with her conscious mind till somebody left her on something. Then everything was dark. She couldn\'t sense anything later.

\'I was kidnapped.\' It sat to her mind clearly. But… Shouldn\'t she be tied up to a chair? She was feeling warm and comfy. The cloth on her body was smooth on her skin. There was a soothing scent in the air.

Her eyes finally focused on the ceiling and her lips gaped. \'I am dreaming.\' She really wanted to believe it. Because who treats anybody so royally after the kidnapping?

She was in an unnecessarily huge bedroom. Her eyes ran over the artistic ceiling. The color, texture, and design were rich. The extensive woodwork was the main highlight of the ceiling. Against the light earthen color, the fine carving of the dark wood reflected the color of nature. The corners of the ceiling were even richer in style blending with modern lighting. The chandelier above the bed had its unique charm.

Suddenly her eyes widened, \'Harper Johnsons.\' She jerked up to face another shock.

"This must be a dream." She mumbled looking at the Moroccan royal-style bedroom. This Moroccan beauty was designed with great attention to every detail. The intricate tile flooring and textures were hard to ignore.

Her mind was blown. Looking around, all she could think was, "Holy moly… I was kidnapped to a desert castle."

\'There is no desert near the capital. The western side of the country has one desert but I never heard about a castle over there. If I am in a different country, I need a passport to return but my passport was torn. Before an escape, I need to deal with the kidnapper. The night would be the best time to escape. I need to make sure I understand this place.\' Everything started running in her mind like a computer code executing nonstop.

Getting off the bed, she couldn\'t help but rub her arms, losing the warmth of the duvet. She was wearing a knee-length white sleep gown. She wore the home slippers that were next to her feet.

Her eyes swept around while she rubbed her arms. The room had a youthful touch to the royal style. It would belong to a princess of… No, there was no girly style thing, \'Perhaps a prince who will soon regret…\' She never heard of Harper having a young son.

Her eyes were set on the other side of the bed. There was a robe of the sleep gown. She didn\'t shy away, she wore it to keep herself warm which was important.

\'Warm? Am I not in the desert?\' She thought and went near the drapes. The grey ones weren\'t closed the white ones were blocking her view to outside while allowing the daylight inside.

Opening the drapes, She saw lush green everywhere, "Am I in the forest?" She didn\'t plan on becoming food for the wild animals when she escapes. Going out to the balcony through the bay window, she couldn\'t understand why people had so much money to waste. The huge lawn looked no less than a yard of palaces. Further away, large trees were giving her no idea where the hell she was at.

She thought of escaping right away but caught some men working in the garden so controlled her urge.

Going back inside the room, she opened the huge wooden door and stepped out. It felt like two worlds. Outside was more modernized to the style of the present. It confirmed that she wasn\'t transmigrated as in the novels. Yet, the place is luxurious and dreadfully vast for her to walk around.

She likes her home the most. She gritted her teeth recalling how her villa had been reduced to a wreck. Whoever ruined her place, she would make sure they would lose sleep for days. Even if it\'s Matthews, she will ruin their peace, for destroying her sweet home.

\'I need to bring everything back to the same before I bring Zane home. I\'m sorry, baby, I will reach you soon.\' She knew her son wouldn\'t sleep without talking at least once with her.

She looked around the house and took a painfully long time to reach the correct stairs which would bring her downstairs. The maids who were doing their work looked at her in awe.

Anya involuntarily reached her face, she didn\'t know if she was presentable or looked like a big mess. She would prefer last as it would keep everyone away.

The hem of the robe swept the floor when she alighted carefully. Not because of grace but to be alert about the unknown surroundings. She appeared calm while her mind was busy calculating how she was going to deal with the situation. Movies and Dramas didn\'t show this kind of kidnapping. So she was clueless about the situation.

She was about to speak to the maid, and the polite voice of a man sounded, "Miss, you are awake!?" There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

She turned to the middle-aged man. She could weigh by the way of his speaking; he was a helper, a butler perhaps. Descending the arc-shaped stairs, she reached the ground floor. "Who…"

"How are you feeling? Do you feel any weakness or dizziness? The doctor is on standby, he will check on you immediately." There was a concern and a hint of happiness in the tone.

Anya ignored all the questions, yet noted, a doctor was called for her. "Where is this place, Sir?" The most important thing before escaping, the place.

The man quickly introduced himself, "Pardon me for my impoliteness, I am the butler of the mansion, you can call me Butler or Uncle Oliver." He pointed towards the inside of the mansion when the main door was right behind her. "Master was waiting for you till now. He is having lunch, let me lead the way for you, Miss."

It was obvious the butler was instructed to speak what was needed. He smoothly ignored her question while trying to be polite and warm.

Anya didn\'t trouble him. The culprit is his master, she will kick him directly.

She walked a step behind Oliver in the long corridor. She could feel many maids were stopping and looking at her as if she was a wonder on the earth. When she was turning to them, they were lowering their heads and getting back to work.

The place was so big that she felt like she didn\'t need a treadmill on the day she lives there. As soon as they crossed the corridor and took a left turn, Anya paled white as a sheet. Her nightmare was coming true.

Alvin shifted his gaze sensing the movements and gazed at the lissom lady. His eyes narrowed sharply at her, she was frozen and the fear was quivering her pink lips that she pursed tight immediately. He could feel to the bones that she didn\'t want to stay in the same room as him, probably not in the same mansion as him and it irked him.