Belinda’s Anklet

“You’d better not me trapping me.” Belinda said to Ditto as she alighted from the car with Ditto holding the car door open.

“And you absolutely did not have to open the car door for me.” she added.

“I learnt from my boss.” Ditto replied and Belinda let out a low huff.

They were not at Dante’s mansion and as much as Belinda was feeling skeptical about all of this, she knew she had to do it after all she was now here.

“So what will I be doing?” She asked as Ditto walked forward.

“I am going to have to chain you, Miss Belinda.” Ditto stopped in his tracks as he spoke.

“Chain me??” Belinda asked with widened eyes.

“Yes. To make Jonas believe that we do not care about your life and we are really going to get rid of you if you do not tell us the truth.” Ditto replied and Belinda shook her head.

“I still can’t believe that I am getting myself involved in this and placing my life in your very hands!”

“You can trust me, Miss Belinda.” Ditto assured her.

“And why would I trust you? Any reason for me to trust you?” Belinda asked.

“I guess no reason.” Ditto mumbled.

“But still, do trust us. Like I said, we are going to chain you but I will ensure that you are not hurt in anyway. All I am going to do will be to hold a gun to your head while my boss asks Jonas the question. I might make everything seem real, like really real just to bring out real emotions in you. You have to cry like someone whose life is really on the line.”

“This is hard. I am no actress.” Belinda shook her head.

“That is why I will make it seem so real that you won’t have to act.” Ditto replied and turned away.

Belinda clenched her hands into a tight fist, assured herself that all was going to go well before following after Ditto.

She had never noticed how huge the mansion had been but now she could see it. They got a particular small building and immediately they got to the door, Ditto grabbed Belinda’s hands and then ruffled her hair.

“What are you doing?” Belinda questioned with widened eyes.

“I am not going to make Jonas believe that I kidnapped you while you look like a freaking model ready for the runway, right?” He asked and Belinda calmed, letting him ruffle her hair.

After that, Ditto looked at her face and moved his thumb to her lips.

“What the hell are you doing?” Belinda pulled her face away from him.

“Smearing your lipstick to make you look a bit more disorganised.” Ditto replied.

“Let go of my hands. I will do that myself.” Belinda grumbled and Ditto released her hands.

Belinda smeared her lipstick herself and then shot him a glare.

“Seems like you did not learn everything from your boss. You don’t just go around touching other people’s lips.” she said to him.

“I will add that to my lessons.” Ditto chuckled softly.

“Can I hold your hands now?” He asked and Belinda almost laughed at the question.

“You asked if I could hold your hands like you were going to gently hold my hands.” she huffed and Ditto shrugged his shoulders before grabbing her hands.

“I’d be needing you to put up your most miserable look now, Miss. Belinda.”

Belinda took in a deep breath with her eyes shut and when she opened her eyes, it indeed was with the most miserable look she could put up.

Ditto smiled at her expertise and they both walked into the small building that seemed like a random modest living room and room until one of the men standing in the room pulled open the rug on the floor, revealing a door and unlocked the door.

“Heavens!” Belinda sighed as Ditto took her into the basement.

*

Mireille was seated in the living room with her phone in hand, dialing James contact with a nervous expression on her face. She was still skeptical about James accepting her relationship with Dante totally.

“Hey Mireille.” James voice came from the phone and Mireille’s heart skipped a beat.

She took the phone to her ear and gulped down her nervousness before speaking up.

“James.” she called his name.

“Dante told me that the both of you talked….” She continued.

“Yes, we did talk and I guess it’s fine now.”

Mireille could not qualify the relief she felt from James saying those words.

“I have decided to let the both of you he together since it seems like Dante is really in love with you.”

“Yes, he is, James. Dante really loves me.” she replied him, a small smile pulling at the edge of her lips.

“But remember that the very day he hurts you, I am going to take you away from him.” James added.

“Dante is not going to hurt me in any way.” I assured James. I knew Dante could be dangerous but that was only to those who threatened my life. I was sure about one thing. If I was ever going to get hurt in this lifetime, it would not be by Dante.

“You sound so sure.” James chuckled.

“That is because I really am.” I giggled softly.

“You seem so happy with him.” James said softly.

“That’s because I am happy with him, James. Dante…. Trust me, he is the best man for me and you do not have to worry one bit.”

“I really hope so.” James sighed over the phone.

“Can I come over sometime? Or would you come over here instead so we can have fun?” Mireille asked.

“I am still not too comfortable with watching you date Dante so I won’t be able to come over there just yet but you know this place is always open to you. You should come over soon, Mireille. Your brother loves you.”

“Mireille loves you too.” she cooed, her heart gladdening.

The call ended and Mireille decided to take a walk around the mansion. She got up on her feet, and put on her slip ons.

She walked out of the main building and took in a deep breath, taking in the fresh air.

“So good.” she smiled and walked away from the door.

Mireille had only walked for a few minutes before she came across something that made her stop in her tracks. Her eyes squinted as she crouched down to the floor and picked up what she had just seen.

It was an anklet. One that she recognized very well belonged to Belinda. The anklet was a customized one, made for Belinda so Mireille was sure that it belonged to Belinda and not someone else.

“Could Belinda possibly be here somewhere?”