Chained By A Possessive Mafia's Love novel Chapter 2

Anna's POV

How would they face Dylan's family? Did they know someone kidnapped me, or would they think I escaped from my wedding?

The more I thought about my parents, the more my heart ached for them.

I was a calm girl from childhood, who never even cried loudly but at this moment I wanted to shout in my mother's arms.

I was the lone child of my parents-everything for them, their only world. Although my parents belonged to a middle-class family, we were happy in our life.

I've been happy until something happened to my family. Two months ago, a doctor diagnosed my father with gastric cancer.

Our lives changed after that; we couldn't afford his medical expenses. I tried everything to earn money for my father but mostly failed. I knew how much my father protected me from this cruel world, and now my father doesn't have much time; otherwise, he would be in danger.

Dylan appeared when I needed him the most and offered to bear all the expenses of my father's treatment, under the condition of me marrying him. Picking up my father lying in the hospital without proper treatment, I was heartbroken thousands of times, so I agreed on Dylan's condition at last.

Although I didn't love him for my father, I decided immediately to get married. At first, my family didn't accept my decision, but how could I let my father die because of lack of treatment? So, I forced them to agree with my decision.

What would they think about me now since I suddenly vanished from the wedding without a word?

Imagining that, my mind went blank. Would my parents think I left them alone because I was selfish or something like this? They would get hurt, and everybody would humiliate them; what would my innocent parents do?

But why did someone abduct me in the first place? What would someone gain from kidnapping me? Did they kidnap me for money? But I couldn't even afford my father's treatment. So how could I fulfill a kidnapper's demand? If they kidnapped me for money then why are they so respectful toward me? I can't take it anymore and why does this place look like some king's Palace?

The more I think about it, the more my thoughts mess with my brain. I know that I must run away from here somehow.

I let out a long sigh and wiped away my tears; I stood up, took a shower, and came out from the bathroom, heading over to the closet.

I opened the closet, and I was in shock.

This closet looked like a whole branded clothes shop. There were many clothes here. I knew these clothes were costly from my middle-class experience, and from very renowned brands-surprisingly all the clothes size, they were my size clothes. If I saw these clothes in a shopping mall, I might feel glad.

Now, seeing these here, I was confused. Where was I? Has anyone kidnapped me or taken the wrong person? If not, why did I feel like something was amiss here?

I told myself to get out of here as soon as possible.