As Jason's consciousness slowly returned, his surroundings blurred into a haze. He couldn't make anything out; all his blurry vision could pick up were indistinct shapes and muted colors. He blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the fog that was his surroundings, but his disorientation only seemed to deepen.His head began to throb with a dull ache, the pain pulsing behind his eyes, making it difficult for him to focus, think, or even fathom the situation he was in. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to quell the relentless pounding in his head, but the feeling only got worse.With a groan, Jason tried to push himself upright, but his arms and legs felt heavy and unresponsive. His fingers grope around, and he feels a hard mattress under them.“A bed,” he barely voices out.A wave of nausea washes over him, the taste of bile rising in the back of his throat. He swallows hard, trying to suppress the rising tide of sickness. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing the sensation to pass, bu
"Oh, thank God you're awake; I thought you were dead.”Jason blinked rapidly. He saw a young woman in front of him holding a tray of food. “You must be hungry. Would you like to eat something?”He didn't answer the woman; instead, he took in his surroundings. He was no longer in the tiny room; now he was inside a bigger room in a different place. He tried to move his body, but it was completely limp, much more than before. “What did that crazy woman do to me?” he said as he hopelessly tried to move his limbs.The woman, who he now noticed was wearing a maid outfit, looked worried as she watched Jason struggle to move his body. “Do you need help, sir? Please don't stress yourself too much. Just have some food.”Jason glared at the woman. “I don't want food." He hissed, “What I want is to get the hell out of here.”"Sir, please calm down. I don't want to hurt you. I understand that you're confused, but...”“No, you don't understand,“ Jason snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence. "Listen,
“Camilla?” Jason said, his voice trembling with disbelief. “Jason, oh my God." Camila embraced Jason, her body trembling with fear. “Thank God you're here.”"Camilla, what's going on? Why are we here?” Jason asked as he pulled away from her embrace.“I don’t know. Have you seen Amelia? I’ve been looking for her everywhere,” Camila said, her lips quivering. She caught a glance at Hannah and panicked for a moment. She mouthed something to Hannah that Jason did not catch: “Who is she? Is she the one that’s keeping us here?” "No...no, I’m not," Hannah said as she raised her hands in defense. “She’s not, but her employers are; we need to get out of here," Jason explained “No, no, I’m not leaving till I find Amelia," Camila said as she scraped her hands through her brown tresses.“Do you have any idea where she might be? Where were you?” Jason asked"No, I don’t know where she is; if I had an idea, I'd be there,” Camila answered, her eyes now glistening with tears. “I was outside the ho
“You’re going to get married to our dear Amelia!” The woman beamed.Jason looked at the woman in front of him without saying a word. He was waiting for them to burst into laughter and say it was all a joke, but that moment didn't come. He searched their eyes for any hint of insincerity, but all he found was seriousness and determination.Even though his instincts told him to run and not look back, Jason decided against it. His curiosity got the best of him, and he needed to get the answers to all the questions he had about the situation he had found himself in.“Please don't try and run away again; we don't want to drug you anymore." Camila pleaded like it was a casual request.Jason sat upright on the bed. “I'm not going to run; I just need you two to clarify some things to me,” he said. “By Amelia, you mean Amelia Steele, right?” Jason asked, “Ding Ding Ding” Camila chimed “You’re going to get married to my cousin.”“Amelia is your cousin?” Jason asked; he didn't know how many mor
“W-what” The woman’s voice faltered, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes widened.“I said I'll do it.” Jason repeated, “Isn't that what you want?”"Yes, but if I'm being honest, I didn't expect you to say yes—well, at least not so soon,” she admitted. "Well, what can I say? I really sympathise with everything your family went through,” Jason said, his words dripping with feigned sympathy, which the woman did not detect.With a wide grin stretched across her face, she leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “I don’t want to sound forward, but I think it’s best that we move with haste and don’t delay. I think we should hold the wedding tonight.” She said with so much confidence and urgency.“Tonight?” Jason questioned “This woman is really something,” he added internally, marvelling at her audacity.“I know it's soon, but it will be a small ceremony. I'll call a priest that I know, and we can -”“No,” Jason interjected, cutting her off before she could
The blind item was more than enough to confirm Jason’s suspicion. “I need to find out who wrote this," he declared his next line of action aloud. He would have to track down the person who wrote it and find out if they had evidence to back up the claims. He hoped that it wasn't just bogus gossip. A knock on the door drew Jason’s attention away from his plan.“Just a minute,” he yelled as he covered the laptop with a pillow. “You can come in.”The door creaked open, revealing Rachel; she looked like she was about to go to bed. "Hi,” she said in a whisper.“Are you going to drug me again?” Jason said, his tone having a tinge of sarcasm in it.Rachel covered her face with her palms in embarrassment. “I'm so sorry about that,” she said, then removed her palms from her face. She sat on the edge of the bed with a grin. Jason watched her with furrowed brows, wondering what she was there for.“I heard you agreed to marry Amelia; you don't know how happy that makes me." Amelia said, her voi
The next morning, Jason woke up with only one goal on his mind: to get his phone from Camila and contact Reuben. If anyone could find out if it was truly Monica who posted the blind item, as Jason suspected it was, then it would be Reuben and his connections.He left the room for the first time since he tried to escape with Hannah in search of Camila. In the hallway, he ran into Hannah, who was dusting paintings.“Good morning, sir,” Hannah mused as she noticed Jason’s presence.“Hello Hannah, Good morning. Do you know where Camila is?”“Oh yes, she's having breakfast with her mother.” Once the words left her lips, Hannah slapped her palm against her forehead with a frustrated expression on her face. “I'm sorry, sir, I forgot to call you out to breakfast; it's just that.”“Hamnah” Jason gently called her name, cutting her sentence off. “It's fine,” he said before leaving the hallway and walking into the dining area.“Good morning, handsome." Camila beamed as soon as she saw Jason."Ye
It was now afternoon, and Jason had spent every minute since he hung up the call checking his phone to see if Reuben had sent him anything.As he was checking for the umpteenth time, he heard a knock on the door. He hesitated before telling the person to come in; he still wasn't comfortable about the incident with Hannah, and he tried to write it off as Hannah just being nosy and wanting to snoop around in his things. If that were the case, then he would have nothing to worry about because none of his belongings were here. But he had a nagging feeling that something else was going on, and he would have to confront her about it later.There was another louder knock on the door, which bore through Jason’s thoughts. He breathed a sigh of frustration. “You can come in,” he said reluctantly.The door opened to reveal Miriam. Jason struggled to stop himself from audibly groaning. He did not like her the most out of the three women. It wasn't hard for him to notice that they all revered her