Azalea's POV,
"So you have his number and you're communicating too through other social medias?" he snarled, stealing my phone from me.
"Give it back!" I shouts, trying to get back my phone.
"From now own you're not allowed to use your phone and other gadgets!" he yelled, making me ball my fist.
"Then how am I suppose to research my lessons?!" I asks angrily. I shouldn't have texted Zack awhile ago.
"I'll tell the maids to watch you while using gadgets," he mutters, handing my phone to manang. "Delete Zackarius's number and other social medias she can use to communicate with that bastard."
"No, please manang don't," I beg, but manang can't even look at me.
"Go to your room now!" he commands sternly, but I didn't listen.
Darting a glare at him, I tried to walk towards the door but his guards blocked me. These infuriating bastards!
"Get out of my way," I said seriously, gritting my teeth.
Reluctantly, they exchange glances at each other, shaking their heads. Frustratedly, I tried to push them away but they're too strong for me.
"What are you doing Azalea?" He snatches my arm, making me to face him.
Angrily, I snatches my arm from him. "Don't you ever touch me! I'm supposed to be the one to ask you dad, what are you doing?! Why do you keep separating Zack and I?!" Tears trickles down my eye.
"Because he's not good to you and you two aren't suitable for each other!" he answer-yell.
"Here we go again dad! What do you know about him? About us?" I swallowed a lump.
"I know everything! I don't want you to be with that good for nothing man!" he shouts, slamming the white closet beside him.
Flinching, I close my eyes temporarily. As I open it, I saw his raging face.
"Good for nothing? As if he is like you—"
Suddenly, he slaps my face really hard that makes me tilt my head. Tears trickles down from my eyes as I felt the pain on my face.
Sobbing, I held my cheek, darting a glance at him before I proceed to the stairs.
"Azalea!" he shouts, but I didn't bother to look at him.
"What's going on here?" My mom suddenly appears on the stairs. Vehemently, I walk passed her, proceeding inside my room and lock the door behind me.
Massaging my temple, I placed my bag onto the couch in front of my bed.
How am I suppose to contact my friends now?
Third Person's POV,
After watching her daughter entered her room, Aira climb down the stairs, looking alternately at her husband, maids and the guards.
"What did you do to her? Why is she holding her face?" Aira asks, gritting her teeth, spotting her daughter's phone in manang's hand.
Andrew didn't answer, he just shakes his head disappointedly, ruffling his hair. Aira walk towards manang, asking her to give her daughter's phone.
Manang didn't hesitate to give the phone to her. Honestly, she's glad that the Seniora wants to have it.
"Manang did you delete what I've told you?" Andrew asks nonchalantly, making manang shake her head. "Didn't I tell you to delete—"
"Delete what? Is this your phone to decide?" Aira asks sarcastically, glaring at her husband. "Now that explains why our daughter is crying. You already separated her from the person she loves, then you still want to confiscate her phone?"
"That's because she'll use that phone to contact him again!" Andrew shouts angrily, motioning to the one guard to come with him.
Aira sighs, shaking her head. "I won't give this phone to her but I won't delete anything here." She climbs up the stairs, ignoring her husband's shout.
"F*ck!" Andrew ruffles his hair, glaring at the guard he called. "You!"
"Y-yes sir!"
"Use the landline and call my father, quick!" he ordered, flicking his fingers. "Tell him to come here!"
Reluctantly, the guard went to the telephone, dialling the landline number of Don Santaella's house.
"Yes?" Don Santaella answers in the other line.
"S-senior Andrew wants you to come here Don," the guard replied nervously.
"For what reason?"
"I-I don't know, Don."
"That kid wants to go there without reason huh? Okay I'll be there."
"O-okay Don, thank you." The guard hung up the call, proceeding to Senior Andrew. "Sir the Don will come here."
"Good!" Andrew shifts his gaze at manang Lourdes and other maids. "Y'all go to Azalea's room. Help her pack her things, move!"
"Yes sir!" The maids made their way to the second floor.
Aira went off of her daughter's room, seeing the maids approaching her. "Why are you here?"
"Senior Andrew told us to help Azalea pack her things," manang replied, lowering her head.
"For what reason?"
"Aira come here!" Andrew shouts from the first floor.
Rolling her eyes, Aira glanced at the maids. "Don't move there." She proceeds down the stairs.
"I'll send Azalea to my father's mansion. She'll be okay there without gadgets," Andrew started upon seeing his wife.
"If that's what you want." Aira shift her gaze at the maids, motioning them to go inside Azalea's room. "Just don't hurt her."
"What makes you agree easily? You were just mad to me awhile ago," Andrew asks confusedly, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Your father is here," she mutters, avoiding the question.
"Why did you call me?" Don Santaella enter the mansion with his personal assistant.
"I have favor to ask you dad," Andrew answers, facing his father. "Please take care of our daughter. Let her stay in your mansion temporary."
"And what are you going to do while she's with us?" Don Santaella asks, glancing at the maids and his granddaughter at the second floor.
"I'll do something that will stop this f*cking nonsense." He closed his eyes angrily.
"What nonsense?"
"I'll separate my daughter from Zack," Andrew answers sternly.
"Why are you so eager to separate those two?" Don Santaella cross his arms.
"I have my own reason why."
"Is it connected to that old friend of yo—"
"Yes!" he replied seriously. "So please take my daughter."
Wordlessly, Don Santaella walk passed him, holding his granddaughter's face. "Azalea you'll come with grandpa."
Azalea didn't respond, her eyes are red and swollen. Don Santaella told the maids to put the luggages in the compartment of his car. He removes his coat, putting it onto his granddaughter's shoulder.
"Let's go." He glanced at Andrew and Aira. "Let me tell you this Andrew, one day you'll understand what you're doing. And I won't help you solve it."
Shaking his head, they went outside the mansion, proceeding to his car. Azalea remain silent. Her mind is too occupied by the thoughts of not seeing Zackarius anymore, which she fear the most.
Rico's POV,
"Stop right there," one of their guard commanded sternly.
Irritatingly, I closed my car door and stop on my position. I let them check me and my belongings before letting me inside.
I've been visiting Azalea here in her grandpa's mansion for almost two weeks. Her birthday is already coming tomorrow, so her parents are preparing for her 18th birthday debut.
"Don Santaella." I bow my head as soon as I saw him sitting on the sofa.
"Oh you're here again Señorito Rico," he mutters, glancing at me. "Azalea is inside her room."
"I see. Then excuse me." I bow my head again, proceeding upstairs.
Ever since she moves here, all Senior Andrew's guards are watching her all the time. She's not allowed to go outside this mansion, and after class she'll immediately go straight here.
She's not eating much since two weeks, she just sleep and do her school works. Whenever I'm visiting her, guards are watching us more tightly. They're very suspicious of me because they think I'll run away with Azalea to bring her to Zack. Well, that's not a bad idea. Honestly, I really hate this set up. They took away Azalea's freedom.
Her friends are visiting her too especially the two girls and they just left an hour ago.
Knocking on the door, I turn the doorknob and went it. I saw the two guards standing behind Azalea, watching her while using her computer.
"Azalea, I bought chicken," I uttered, stealing her attention.
"It's you Rico, just put that there!" She pointed the circular table beside me.
Wordlessly, I placed the box of chicken and plastic of mash potatoes onto the table. I went beside her, peeking on her computer. She's editing their research paper.
"Woah you're done already?" I asks amazingly.
She chuckled and nod. "Yes, thankfully all of my group members submitted their parts quickly."
Gladly, she's speaking long now. Back then she's just nodding and shaking her head. Later on she speak shortly, and now she can speak normally.
She really loves Zackarius that much. Who would have think that she would be like this upon separating from that man.
It hurts to much in my part, but what can I do right? If she's happy with that man, then who am I to stop them? I'll just support them.
Speaking of Zackarius, we've been communicating since last last week. We've created a plan to get Azalea out of here. We even called for his help...the help of Figueroa's heir.
I really don't want to give up my love for her, but seeing how unhappy she is without Zack, it makes me realize something. Something that she won't be happy with me. I've decided that I'll give back her ring to her on the day of her birthday.
She hasn't known yet that her ring is in my hands, so I really need to give that back to her.
"Done!" she exclaims, saving the research paper she did.
"Well done!" I clap my hands.
Turning off the computer, she stood up from her seat and face me. "You bought chicken? Let's eat—oh wait." She face the two guards. "Prepare the balcony we'll eat there."
The guard bob his head, proceeding outside the room. Meanwhile, the other guard remain inside, watching us.
Wordlessly, I pick up the chicken and plastic of mashed potatoes, following her outside the room. We arrived at the balcony and took our seats. The two guards stand three meters away behind us. Their presence really annoy me so much.
"What are you gawping at? Come on let's eat." Azalea open the box cheerfully, picking a chicken inside.
"Oh sorry." I pick up a chicken too. "So how are you?"
"I'm good now, how about you?" she asks, shifting her gaze at the view.
"I'm doing good. You're birthday is tomorrow, are you excited?" I asks, curving a smile.
She shrugs. "I don't know, I can't feel excitement at all."
"Your parents are preparing for your debut tomorrow, they even invited plenty of billionaire and millionaire family," I shared, leaning my back against the metal backrest.
"I see. Are my friends going? I mean Maica, Krystal and Leonel?" she asks hopefully.
"Of course they will! Those people wouldn't absent." I replied, laughing.
"I wish he could come," he murmurs sadly, looking upon the clouds.
Based on her expression, I already knew who is she talking about. Curving a smile, I held her hand soothingly.
"One day you two will meet again," I uttered.
She shift her gaze at me, letting out a soft yet sad chuckle. "I know and when that time comes, I wouldn't let anyone to separate us anymore."
I nodded. "Yes and I help you with that."
Our eyes met but she immediately averted it.
Swallowing a lump, she tugs her hair behind her ear.
"Come on let's eat now," she mutters, changing the topic.
Frantically, I averted my eyes off her, wiping the threatening tears in my eyes. Azalea shouldn't see me cry.
We started to eat, talking about so many things. We decided not to talk about her current situation which I agree.
"Take care Rico," Azalea reminds, standing at the porch.
I spin on my heel, facing her. I darted a glance first at the guards behind her before leaning closer.
"You should sleep early huh." I ruffles her hair, making her huff.
"Yah I know, stop messing my hair!" she snarled, removing my hand away from her.
"Good girl!" I thumbs up, leaning my head closer, planting a kiss on her forehead.
She doesn't look so shock anymore compared to the first day I've kissed her. Perhaps she got used to it, since I'm constantly kissing her forehead.
"You should go home now," she reminds, crossing her arms.
"Yes boss!" I salute before I went inside my car. Once I'm outside their mansion, I grab my phone from my pocket, dialling Zackarius's number.
"Rico, I'm already here in their mansion."
"That's good, then the next part is all yours." I spin the driving wheel to the left side.
"Yes, thank you for helping me Rico."
"You're welcome." I hung up the call, putting the phone in my pocket. The real ruckus will just begin.
Zackarius's POV,
Swallowing a lump, I shift my gaze at him—at the heir of Figueroa. He's sitting on a chair, looking seriously yet confusedly at me.
Owen, Ashley and his best friend are sitting beside him.
"I'm sorry for coming here late, but." I kneel down on the ground, lowering my gaze on the floor.
"Please help me, Sander!"
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