Escaping The Mafia King

The day went by with Hope trying to find a way to get out of the house, but in her heart, she already knew it was useless. The maids were ordered to keep an eye on her inside the mansion and provide everything that was needed including clothes and other feminine things. She could not help but accept that whatever had happened, Varys had made sure that she was not deprived of everything, except for privacy. The guards were standing by every door outside the mansion. She was stuck with no way out and did not even know why Ethan had sent her over to Varys so easily.

Huffing aloud in anger, in the end, she gave up and fell down on the bed. Her eyes fell shut and as the hours passed by, all she dreamt about was the past memory of Varys teaching her how to drive the car.

When her eyes fluttered open, the windows were covered with darkness except for the twinkling stars that shined outside. Sliding out of the bed, she stepped on the cold floor barefooted and walked outside. Strangely, the place had fallen silent completely. When she had been awake, the place was covered with chatter patter of someone walking by, or talking or one thing and other. But now it felt like there was no one inside. Not even a maid was seen anywhere. That came off as a bit strange to Hope.

Climbing down the stairs, she heard some sounds coming from the kitchen. Not finding anyone, or having anything to do, she decided to go there. She peeked out a bit silently to see who was inside, and immediately shot back as her eyes widened in surprise.

"I already saw you, Hope." Varys' voice stopped her as soon as she decided to turn on her heels and dash.

Hope immediately gritted her teeth in frustration. Here goes her plan to disappear out of his sight down the drain.

Well, she was already caught and trying to run will only make her look like a cowardly moron. And all the devils inside the hell knew, this was definitely not the time when she wanted to look like a moron.

Lifting her chin up high, and appearing completely nonchalant to him, she straightened and walked inside the kitchen. Varys was whipping something up in an oversized bowl wearing a shirt that fit his chest, sleeves rolled up to elbows and muscles, and pants. As her eyes sneakily roamed over him, trying not to drool, literally, she realized that at that moment, he did not look like a person who handles the mafia or does anything bad in the world.

The mere thought hurt. Bad.

She was not a moron to get emotional over little things. The thing was, as the years had gone past, so many years, the years in which she never found a happy ending for herself. Every person she loved left in the end without a goodbye. Varys was first, and then her parents. And when she married Ethan, she thought this was the life she was supposed to live. A life with a happy family surrounded by a white picket fence, a doting husband, a couple of spoiled children, and love.

She never wanted luxury, never enjoyed the big parties, never lived the life of the riches because perhaps it was not made for her. Having Ethan to herself would have been enough, but then he was never made to be tied to her perhaps.

"Is there anything special you want to eat?" Varys' question broke through her thoughts.

Her gaze immediately snapped up to his eyes and found him chuckling at her. That is when she realized that she had been staring a tad bit too long at his body while she had been lost in her thoughts.

meaning behind his words entered her head while staring into his mischievous eyes, she suddenly found

open the fridge and pull out a bottle

today?"

that he should not have. He loved Hope and no matter what she had done or what his heart wanted, in the end she belonged to him. He finally had

respond to him. Silently drinking down the water she put the bottle back and

back and forcing her against the kitchen isle

question, Hope." He muttered calmly, trying to

pretend like nothing happened at all? How was it fair? This was hard for her. She needed to be alert and aware in any situation involving Varys in order not to snap and

on the kitchen aisle. His scent engulfed her, completely rendering her defenseless. It had not changed over the years,

you

Yikes.

Direct shot.

didn't even try to

features were still gentle, and he seemed pretty defenseless in the moment but she could tell Varys was as alert and aware

Shit, shit, shit.

holy hell was going

to

"What?" she asked.

me,"

times when honesty was not the best

hand to grab a spoon lying next to where her

are not even looking at