His Devious Rule

Anya clenched her teeth and glared back at the man. She didn't know how much Alvin knew about the past and Zane. Her failure would start from the time she accepts him as a father of her son, if not, he could do nothing.

With her son occupying all her mind and heart, she didn't think of the fact She could be kidnapped because of the hard disk. Even at night, she just connected Alvin to her son.

'I am the one who is kidnapped, why the hell is he furious?' She thought. She didn't cower and stood her ground strong.

Oliver looked back and forth. The air was too intense, both looked like they were going to spar and kill each other. He swallowed hard and chose the best party to face. He turned to Anya, she seemed to be a reasonable and kind woman when he first spoke to her so he forced a smile on his face.

"M-miss…" He paused to speak fluently without stuttering, "You haven't eaten anything since morning. The kitchen has prepared some light dishes for the empty stomach. Please have some, you will feel better." Although they knew about the food preference for a patient, Alvin had asked them to prepare beforehand in case she woke up earlier than expected.

Anya clenched her fist, itching to grab something and break Alvin's head. Her face softened hearing the butler. Food!? Well, her stomach was empty, yet food never crossed her mind. She wanted to turn down but she kept it in a simple nod to send the butler away. She needs to deal with Alvin first.

The butler understood the nod as a 'Yes.' So he quickly made his way towards the kitchen to instruct the maids. He didn't look behind yet sensed the two started the cold war again.

Alvin kidnapped her yet she wasn't creating a ruckus, screaming, or demanding to leave. Hence his suspicion rose higher while watching her. He strongly believed she knew him, probably he did too, but he could remember. 'A batchmate!? A schoolmate!?'

On second thought, he watched her carefully if she liked his place, the magnificent mega-mansion. If she liked the place, he could easily entice her to stay.

Wherever her eyes fell, she could certainly say every detail of the mansion was carefully curated and poured the money to reach perfection. The perfection just as his looks, too seductive and irresistible. Too bad, she finds beauty in the flaws whereas the perfection was artificial and lifeless.

Alvin could see she didn't care where she was and glared at him as if she was going to bite his neck off.

If he was incensed by catching the hint of fear or her willingness to be around him, her anger had the opposite effect. She looked like a fierce kitten with the instincts to attack and she was ready for it.

He tilted his hand on the dining table and beckoned her. Anya didn't move and watched him. There were a lot of differences between Alvin she knew and the current one. His actions and his temper were intimidating. His posture and maneuver were so refined as if he went through great pain to have that bearing. The playboy, easy-going youth of the past was an austere man - unsympathetic, stern, and harsh. The lazy, playful smirk had lost its place on his devilishly charming face.

'What changed him so much?' She had a question to which she didn't need a response. 'Perhaps, I never knew who he truly was.'

Her gaze was as if she could see through him and read his every thought. She strangely made him do what he never would do for others, she made him think of her and gave him the feeling that he didn't understand. He just knew he wanted her, without a reason.

He blamed her eyes that repeatedly reminded him of a person. The person who vanished when he needed her the most, the person who didn't care he deserved a word of her departure. Unsurprisingly, he didn't hate her or the one who refused to follow his silent command.

Both the ladies were poles apart. That person was listening to his every word and this lady feared him, yet challenged him without a word. That person was bubbly, cute, chubby, and very easy to bully. This woman was cold, beautiful, graceful, elegant, feisty, intelligent… He paused his thoughts when the list continued.

He wasn't annoyed being ignored by her. And he doesn't repeat himself. So he stood up with the chair making a creaking voice against the white Italian marble floor.

He fixed his gaze from her face. Her eyes slightly widened, Her breathing struck in her throat. The fierceness she had a second before was dropping as he went closer. There was no fear in her eyes, yet.

Anya stared at his rare cognac eyes glowering on her. His face was dark and his brisk long stride made her heart pound in her chest. He was wickedly handsome and truly intimidating. It would be child's play for him to get rid of her and take Zane away. The very reason, she didn't want to give up. However, her body became a slave for its instincts and her step moved back. If she wasn't headstrong, probably she would have gone where her legs took her.

She noticed his lips curl at one side making him look evil and menacing. She swallowed hard and felt her dry throat churn. Her eyebrows quivered due to it.

He stood a step away, looming over her who was a head shorter than him with no high heels. His hands naturally reached for her hair as if it was a normal thing for him to do, whereas his mind again wandered off to the person from the past. She had almost the same height.

Before he could be out of his daze, Anya's instincts kicked in as strong as it could be when his hand was reaching her head. Her left leg which she took away before, moved front. Her right foot was placed between his feet.

Before Alvin could register what was happening, her left leg knee hit the back of his knee losing his balance. She slid on the floor, coiling her right leg around his left leg. She rolled on the floor with her legs entangled to his.

'Thud.'

Alvin fell to the floor and rolled as his legs twisted. The next seconds the seemingly delicate body sat on his back and her fragile arm encircled his neck and choked him.

Anya asked through her teeth as she tightened her hand to choke him harder, "Why did you kidnap me?" She needs the truth out of his mouth instead of her assumptions.

'Crash.'

The expensive tray, porcelain plates, and a bowl broke on the floor, spilling all the delicious food on pristine white marbles. Oliver was at the brink of shrieking in utter shock. He couldn't believe the delicate lady was so capable and was choking his master to death.