Chapter 2
Being adamant, she didn't turn back to see who it was.
For one, she knew it wasn't Dylan, due to his voice so she attempted to continue crawling but suddenly felt the scarf on her head, ripped away.
That made her turn back abruptly from surprise and saw the one who had called her "this looks like my wife's scarf" he took it away immediately with a glare and she rolled her eyes.
Now, she was out for the guards to see, just one crawl out the door and she will eventually see them.
Just as she was puzzled on what to do, a man dressed in a black suit was passing by and she grabbed his legs quickly "I need your help sir, just take me outside where I can get into my car, into my wheelchair?" she asked with pleading eyes and he immediately looked at her.
Fabiola wouldn't have given it much thought because she just wanted to vanish from this house but his eyes widened in surprise and she immediately recognised the familiar face. It was her manager, Mr Owen!
Mr Owen and her didn't end up on a nice note. She vividly remembered wheeling out on him when he refused to terminate her contract three years ago when she got paralyzed. I mean, who holds on to a paralytic girl? Well, maybe him.
Her hands immediately slipped away from him as she turned her face away, attempting to continue crawling because she was sure he wouldn't help her but surprisingly, she felt him carry her in a bridal style.
Fabiola gasped on contact but tried as much as possible to bury her face in his chest, not thinking of anything that had happened to her.
Coming out of the house, the guards didn't notice anything unusual because all they saw was a man carrying his lover in his arms.
As he walked away from them, she heard his voice after many years "Fabiola, is that you?"
She must have changed so miserably. Everyday, she could feel her bones trying to come out of her skin. What was Mr Owen doing in Dylan's house by the way? Were they really acquainted? If so, why did he help her?
He could have just told Dylan his wife crawled out but he didn't. Unless, of course, he had no idea she was his wife.
"It's me" she said with a sigh and saw him shake his head in pity. Then it hit her, he hadn't asked what she was doing here, he surely knows Dylan's her husband.
Fabiola looked at all of the guests' cars parked in the garage, all forms of riches displayed. She didn't know where he was taking her to but as long as it wasn't to Dylan, she was okay with it.
Surprisingly to her, he suddenly walked towards a random black sports car parked in the garage and opened it.
How many years has passed that Mr Owen now has a sports car? And it looks expensive. He dropped her inside with four words "I will be back"
Minutes passed and her heart was beating a marathon. Why was it taking so long? Did he go back to tell Dylan? She attempted to come out of the car but sighted him coming back holding three bags. That's when she took a big sigh.
It's not like she could trust him but it's not like she couldn't risk it also. It was better than not trying at all.
He moved towards the trunk, dumping the bags there and coming to sit at the front seat. The moment his car left Dylan's compound, she had the greatest sigh of her life.
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"Fabiola…wake up" she heard a male voice say accompanied by small taps, as she woke up from her slumber, scrunching her eyes to adjust to the brightness and that's when she saw Mr Owen.
The short details returned to her head in a flash "Are you okay?" He questioned.
Immediately, there were some random taps on the side window as their eyes both darted there and Fabiola saw his wife.
"Honey, who's that?" She pointed to Fabiola with keen eyes.
Fabiola watched Mr Owen stutter to answer her "it's…fa"
"Oh my goodness! Is that you, Fabiola?" His wife suddenly recognized her and rounded the car to meet her.
When the car door was opened by her. She gasped in surprise "it's really you. What happened to you?!"
"I…" she didn't know where to start to explain what had happened to her in the last two months.
Of all the things she had to face.
"She was kidnapped by Mr Dylan but I was able to rescue her" Mr Owen bursted and Fabiola looked at him in surprise.
Kidnapped? Anyways, it was actually what Dylan did. He stole her freedom. But Mr Owen saying he saved her was weird for her ears.
"Oh my goodness! I can't bring myself to imagine what she might have gone through. Just take a look at her body" his wife said, turning her hands slightly for further inspection.
"Don't worry, she's in safe hands now" he said and his wife nodded.
"Fabiola honey, we need to get you a wheelchair but for today you should rest and we will report to the police and get back to your family tomorrow" his wife said with a smile.
"No!" Mr Owen snapped and the two women looked at him in surprise.
"No?" His wife asked, confused.
He exited from the car, came to her side and carried Fabiola in his arms once more "Fabiola's not going back home for now. I'm ready to be responsible for her until she gets better. By the way, about the police, do you really think they weren't aware of this?" He asked his wife who nodded a lot of times and followed as he started walking into their mansion and their words faded incoherently to Fabiola's ears.
Their mansion was what Fabiola was interested in. A house with a brown interior. She hadn't seen the outside world for two whole months and now, it suddenly seemed like a century had passed. Everything felt so different.
For the first time in two months, Fabiola was helped to bathe by the maids, ate to her satisfaction, wore nice dresses, got to treat her wounds, even watched the TV all day but had no glimpse of Mr Owen or his wife. It seemed they had suddenly vanished and left her in the house.
For their promise, an electronic wheel chair was actually brought in for her the next morning.
So, in curiosity, she asked the maid when she was served dinner "Where's Mr Owen and his wife?"
"Oh, they have been so busy but he's going to be with you shortly, miss," the maid said, bowing and leaving.
So, she waited. Before finally seeing him coming down the stairs "Mr Owen, thank you for everything"
"It's nothing," he said with a wave of hand "I'm glad you're okay now. So, moving forward, your physical therapy starts tomorrow to help you get better. I only have one request, come back to acting, I have a project for you that will put you in the spotlight"
She couldn't believe it. Mr Owen hadn't changed one bit. It in fact seemed like he was helping her on the surface but he was still that controlling menace.
Who told him that she wanted to get back into acting? She wanted to just run away from this world.
Fabiola sighed, knowing saying no would only make things harder. Mr Owen had a way of forcing you into everything and the last thing she needed was him blowing up. So she went along with it, bearing in mind that her healing had to come first "Okay"
Six months passed in a flash and she was able to get back her strength and it was rejuvenating, her scars had faded as well and she was indeed grateful for not seeing herself on the news, dear Dylan didn't look for her, even her so-called family. Fabiola was glad he didn't though.
In the past few months, the casting for season 5 of the popular reality dating show Single's blaze had been ongoing. It was the American version of the popular "Single's Inferno" in Korea. She knew about it because she could hear Mr Owen talking with the producer on the phone.
Single's blaze was the dating show he wanted her to be in. She didn't have to go for the casting because she was already selected by default.
Fabiola didn't know if she should be happy or sad but she knew she wanted to do something with her life at least and after much thought over the past few months, she realized that even if she was going to be a backdrop causing commotion again, this show was bound to skyrocket her fame.
She had spent weeks researching past participants, ranging from models, actresses and even athletes and most of them were doing well for themselves.
The show was going to be done on an island with cameras everywhere like hidden cameras and drones and she happened to be given a script already. There wasn't much but she was ready for a comeback to agitate everyone again!