AFTER YOUR NANA

The maids and servants stopped abruptly at their work, wondering who let out a loud scream; the mansion was always quiet, so what was this intrusion? Butler Armando walked towards them with a frown on his face, seeing they were slacking off. Are you here to meddle in business that has nothing to do with you or work?" The maids focused on their work as they dispersed to their duty posts.

Andreas was having his morning tea, and hearing that scream alone gave him a headache. With him frowning at the unusual disturbance, getting up from his seat, he dragged himself towards the guest room to shut her up.

Somebody help me! I've been kidnapped! Help! she shouted, with Andreas standing by the door sipping on his tea. Are you done? His voice echoed. Isabella ran, hiding behind the bedstand with Andreas looking at her in amusement. Seriously, the bedstand was a perfect place to hide because I couldn't see you, he added sarcastically, making Isabella pout. Staring at him, he had changed clothes, and she couldn't help but stare at his face. How can someone be dangerous and handsome at the same time? she thought. Surprisingly, she didn't fear him as much as she should.

Can I go home? I promise I won't tell anyone, she stared at him in the hope of him letting her go. Andreas sipped a little bit of his tea before answering, How am I sure you are going to keep your word? He knew she wasn't a threat to him, but something in him didn't want to let her go. Isabella moved closer to him. My nana is waiting, and she will be extremely worried about me, so please, can you let me go? I am the only one she has.

Andreas smirked, a touching story. I must say, but I still don't want to let you go, Isabella clutched her fist before lashing out, You crazy jerk, just let me go, will you? Realizing what she blurted out, she giggled nervously, her words coming as a surprise to Dante, who was eavesdropping at the door, and Andreas, who stared at her bewildered before bursting into laughter, taking slow steps towards her as she took a few steps back in fear, You are amusing, I must say. Do you have any idea what I could do to you?"

Isabella shook her head frantically, closing her eyes, expecting what was to come, with Andreas staring at every attitude of hers, amused. Opening one of her eyes, she closed it back immediately when she noticed he was still in front of her.

Smirking before backing away, I will let you go, he blurted out.

Really!!! Isabella asked, her eyes almost bulging out of her head, but with a close watch on you, if any of this gets out, I am going after your nana first. Isabella felt as if blood was drained from her, not her nana, she thought. Her nana means everything to her; after the loss of her parents at the age of five, she was her backbone. Feeling her tremors, Andreas thought within him surely her nana was someone special to her. I promise I won't tell anyone; now let me go, she frowned.

Andreas has seen different sides of her, and he was interested in seeing more, from her early morning scream to her hiding, her happiness, fear, cursing at him, and her sadness. It was so easy to read her expression. I will take you home then.

What!! Dante blurted out why she stammered, wondering what she got herself into; if only that thief hadn't stolen her money and her phone, she wouldn't have met this annoying jerk in front of her. Andreas must say he is having fun teasing her; he wondered how he could easily get his mind off his mother. It usually takes weeks for him to forget at this time of the year; only the thought of that angered him. She has no right to distract him from his mother. Suddenly changing his mind, he spoke out, I will tell the driver to drop you. You know what? Just leave yourself.

Isabella stared at him, wondering if he had bipolar disorder, who changes their mind so frequently in a few seconds, making her unconsciously sneer at him. Noticing her look, Andreas was left agape. Did you just snarl at me?

No! Isabella denied it at the flash of light, giggling nervously once again. She really needs to control her facial expression. Walking out of her room angrily, Isabella heaved a sigh of relief that he wasn't in her face anymore.

Dante stood at the end of the gigantic stairway, waiting for the order of his master. "Good morning, boss, he greeted when he sighted Andreas. Yeah, he replied; his boss must be in a bad mood again, he thought.

Drive her home, Dante, Andreas gave the order as he poured a drink for himself. What! Why should I, boss?"

Are you now defying my orders, Dante? No, I apologize, boss. I need all the information you can get about her; surprisingly, I don't know her name. You have until tonight to give me the report before walking out of the mansion. She didn't have enough time to gawk at the magnificent mansion she was in. What a waste, she thought. If only she were here on a different occasion. Getting down, she stumbled upon Dante, who was pouting as a child. Was this the dangerous man she met last night? His huge body blocked her way. I will drop you off, making Isabella speechless once again. Didn't his boss say she should go herself? She was finding it difficult to understand him. Since you are here already, it's time for me to drop you off. Dante spoke with a stoic voice, making Isabella wonder what she did to provoke him. Following him to the driveway, she was left agape with the car; she doesn't know much about rides, but her best friend Mateo always goes on and on about the particular car. She smiled at the thought of Mateo seeing this car; if she told him she saw it, she knew he wasn't going to believe her. An idea popped out of her; taking out her voice, she took pictures of the car, making Dante look at her with the expression, What are you doing?"

Nice car. Isabella smiled, but her smile wasn't returned as he scoffed before entering the driver's seat, signaling her to sit at the front, which she obliged to.

Cyrus sat on the bed while thinking of how to get himself out of this situation; he was locked up in a room, and he had to admit it was quite fancy for a prisoner. The door creaked with Andreas coming in. Ooh, how dare a prisoner be awake! Would you like a cup of tea? he said sarcastically.

Cyrus's eyes lit up. Honestly, I would love one. Could you add a bit of milk and honey to it? That's how I love my tea.

Andreas glared at him. I was just kidding; you are a prisoner, not a guest. Now shut up and start talking before I leave you to those who want your head.

So I won't be getting the tea?

Pamela's eyes were all puffed up from the crying as she grew more worried about her granddaughter, with Mateo hugging her to give her some support. He had also been to the police, but he had to wait a few hours more before filing a missing complaint. He was growing restless, sending out a small search party for her. The neighborhood was very close, more like family, and the thought of their Isabella being missing sent them all in array with each one setting out to look for her.

Any news? the men and women asked each other. Soon they grew impatient and planned on going to the station in a group with Mateo as their leader. Camila ran up to Mateo in the hopes of calming him down. "I don't think Isabella will like this, and I am sure she's fine.

I can't wait anymore Camila, she might be in danger; she's my friend. Camila scoffed, Hey, are you forgetting she's my best friend too? Don't act like you're the only one that cares about her.

Well, if you aren't going to help, stop coming in my way, Camila. He pushed her aside gently. Soon an expensive car drove through the narrow road with people wondering who owned this luxurious car. Seeing the amount of people outside, Isabella groaned, No!! They must have been so worried. Nana, I'm so sorry, she muttered.