The Kidnapped Bride

On the other hand, Amaira and Shirley were currently in the Shawn mansion's drawing-room. 

While Shirley was holding her head with her hand, she sat there with her expressionless self. Meanwhile, Amaira was sitting just opposite her mother. 

Looking at her, Amaira had folded her hands and kept them in front of her chest. A sigh escaped from her lips, where she finally questioned, "Mother... nothing will actually happen even if we take tension and stress.."

"Amaira, they have literally taken your father, God knows where!" Shirley replied, with her tired tone. 

Worry was purely visible in her actions too when she spoke, "They are making excuses. Surely your father isn't unwell." 

"But why will brother Charles and brother Javier do this? He is also their father. Moreover, if they had to lie to us, then they wouldn't have asked us to rest at home. Their hatred is deeper...and we won't be standing here." Amaira told her honest views. 

In her eyes, she can't find any reasonable reason for her brothers to lie. But on the second note, Shirley wasn't the same lady. 

Taking a deep breath, she massaged her forehead with her eyes getting heavier. "We have to do something..Amaira. We can't let them kill your father."

A frown curved on Amaira's face, which continued to shift upwards. "They won't kill him. I know this..."

"No! You have no idea how ruthless your brothers are!" Shirley's blood was boiling a giant pit of fire. At this point, there was no scope of calming her rage down. 

As she yelled at Amira, it only made things turn worse. Amaira, who was patiently tolerating her mother's behavior for days, had already reached up to her peak. 

Standing on her toes, with her furious-filled expressions, she finally gave the ultimatum. 

"You can think whatever you want to. If brothers are holding him, then he must have done something otherwise, at least brother Charles will not be cruel to father." 

"Also, if he had to take revenge from us with these circumstances and when the father isn't around, then they would have done this long before. Don't forget that if their intentions were the same, we wouldn't be living under this roof until now..." Amaira's eyes were burning with rage. 

Saying this as her last words, Amaira finally turned around to rush back to her room. From behind, she heard the continuous voices of Shirley, calling her name, but it didn't matter to her anymore. 

Coming back to her room, she closed the door before staining against it. 

As Amaira closed her eyes, she can't help but feel her heart jittering into the thunder. 'Brothers can never do anything until they have a solid reason. This time....mother is wrong..' 

And her wall-like strong trust over her brother's judgment was unshakable. 

Despite being their step-sister, her heart refused to accept that they will go to the lengths of killing her father...no, he's also their blood! 

Subconsciously, without wasting her time, Amaira went back to her bed before she lifted the blankets and went for a nap. 'I think...it is best to keep myself away from this stuff. The more,  the better....' 

.....

The night had dwelled very soon, and Amaira's nap had turned into a long hour's sleep. When she opened her eyes, what she came across was to see that it was already dark outside of the window. 

"I slept for so long...?" 

Maybe the uneasiness that rested in her mind was stronger than what she can even imagine. 

With this thought, Amaira got up from her bed before a yawn escaped from her lips. She stretched her hand upwards, before walking near the window to look out at the sky. 

Coming outside of the room, into the balcony that was given, she saw that it was already dark. 

In fact, lights have already lited off in the streets and their mansion even.

Yet, what caught her sight was to find a lady. Coming out of the house and then..out of the gates of the Johnson mansion. 

A fresh frown curved on her forehead before she muttered, "Is the mother...? But where is she going at this hour?" 

It was almost unbelievable in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Amaira's mind functioned but at the same time, curiosities lingered in her heart. "I think I should go and check.." 

She considered this and at the same time, Amaira rushed inside her room to open her closet and take out the scarf as well the trench coat. Wearing it at the pacing rate and carrying her mobile phone and her hand purse, Amaira straightaway came out of the room and climbed the stairs to go out of the house. 

But then, her gaze flew upon the guards who stood at the main entrance, making it almost impossible for her to escape at his point. 

As if, an idea did strike her mind, she immediately went behind her house to find the substitute escaping gate and unlocking it, she went out of the house, to find herself in the middle of the roads. 

A worried yet urgent expressions were formed on her face. She had to find the car, before her mother's car disappear from her eyes!

"I need to find a taxi..." with this thought, Amaira moved her head here and there, finding a taxi  coming in her way before she stopped it by her hands and sat inside, "Please follow that car which is going!"

"But miss we-"

"Take this." Amaira took out the currency from her purse before she had kept it in the hands of the driver. 

As expected, the man was mum and immediately followed her command to follow the car which she pointed out. 

As the taxi followed the car, which her mother was currently going, it made her heartbeat at an unsteady rate. She had bit her lower lip in uneasiness.

And then… she felt that her mother's car was going into the deserted area.. 

'Whom are you going to meet mother..?' 

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