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"Home is not safe for you right now until we find the culprit."

"They will be worried about me and I don't want that to happen. What if they think I am dead?"

"You only narrowly escaped death few weeks ago."

"I need to return home but I will like to answer any question you have to ask about what happened to me before I go," Rose continued as she ignored his argument.

"I am not letting you leave until you are perfectly fine. I don't care how long it takes," he said as he stood up giving her no room to negotiate.

Rose found herself agreeing with him immediately as though his words had magic in them that tamed her rebellious heart. She looked down at her fingers and sighed weakly.

"If there is anything else you want tell me," he said happy she agreed with him without making things hard.

She raised her head and met his happy grey eyes and she frowned. Was he happy that he finally had her caged in his claws? Was he celebrating the victory of being able to turn her, the princess into an obedient puppy?

"Are you okay?" he asked when he noticed something was wrong with her and seeing the new disappointed countenance she now wore made his heart hurt.

"Is this the reason you planned this whole show including risking my life?" Rose asked meeting his gaze with her eyes as cold as she forced them to be despite the subconscious fear and respect she had towards the man she was glaring at.

Liam who was jubilating the progress he made in having Rose get close to him and depend on him suddenly felt every atom of joy he felt earlier disappear when she spoke.

She had asked such a question earlier but he was not bothered by it because he could see she did not mean it at all but right now, she meant every word she asked and she looked at him as though he just betrayed the whole world.

It seems all his hard work meant nothing to her. He was not planning on giving up since he had so many methods he haven't used yet in winning her heart but the look she gave him feel like she drilled a hole into his heart.

"Why do you always imagine the worse?" he asked softly, she was obviously scared that he was going to hurt her.

"I don't know you. What else should I expect?" she replied him with a question as she adjusted herself on the bed.

"Then get to know me," he said in a soft tone. "However, the truth is you know me, you only can't remember," he murmured walking to the window.

"I don't want to. I don't know why you keep doing this. There has to be a reason. I want a reason. Why did everything that happened seem to favor you in a manner I don't like. You have me now and you have locked me up here. I want to go back home to my family. What gives you the right to make me stay here locked up," she asked glaring at his very manly back with his broad shoulders and tall frame looking really intimidating.

"You need to rest," he gave her a very simple reply that she never expected. He sound unhappy and distant lost in a wilderness of thoughts.

"I will rest at home," she told him as she struggled to get down from the bed only to fall down to the floor with a thud. She looked at the grey marble floor with a slight pout of her lips. The fall was painful.

"You should not hurt yourself anymore, it will only make your stay here longer," he said walking to her and tried to lift her up but she slapped his hand off.

"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this? What did my mother leave for me that makes you try so hard to get? Why do you want to put me on the throne," she asked as she began crying due to the pain she felt.

"Relax, I will help you up then we can talk," he said in a sad pleading voice that was too unbelievable to have come out of the mouth of this young man that most people call a terror. He reached for her hand but she turned away.

She cried even more hearing him talk in the manner he did. He was sounded so nice and worried she did not want to believe he was sincere. She wondered what will happen to her if she gets him what he wants and he abandons her afterwards.

"Please, the floor is not made for you to sit on. Let me help you to the bed," he continued trying to get her to let him.

"Could you stop pretending to be nice to me?" she asked as she made an attempt to stand up on her own but her legs felt too tired to lift her whole body and Liam immediately supported her to the bed. This time, she calmly accepted his help.

"Are you willing to answer the questions I have for you?" He asked her watching closely hoping she will stop throwing tantrums like a little child. Those words and actions felt hurtful, more hurtful than they should be.

"Not until you answer my questions and promise to let me go home," she replied mopping her tears with the back of her hand. He stretched a white handkerchief to her but she ignored it.

"If anyone means to harm you, it wouldn't be me, Rose. I have dedicated too much to want you to get hurt. I wonder what else I can do to make you see my sincerity. My patience might wear off," he said softly but she did not miss the coldness and determination when he said the last sentence.

He grabbed his jacket and glanced at her with the usual coldness she sees him with outside. His grey eyes rested on her coldly like ice and he finally looked away after making her really uncomfortable under his gaze.

She looked down at her fingers and raised her head only when he left the room. "You are so pathetic," she said to herself sadly as she curled up at a corner of the bed playing over and over a scene she imagined of that psychopath walking into the room.

The door of the door opened after a gentle knock and she immediately had herself curled up hugging her knees close to her chest. She raised her head to see a very pretty woman in a white lab coat looking at her with a gentle smile.

***

The father and two sons trio sat down with their guards armed outside the door ready bust in if anything goes wrong. Liam's guards did not want their boss to get killed as traitor to his family.

Damon's guards did not trust that their boss' son who was a defect won't try to kill his father and brother to take away all that their family owned since he seemed to have been doing that a lot recently.

All the guards waited for was a simple signal from their bosses that could turn that room into a pool of blood and they will do it well without hesitation.

"Where is the princess?" Damon asked as he sipped from the hot cup of tea Liam made available for them.

He was not the least scared that the tea might be poisoned although the thought crossed his mind because he knew his son will never attack in such a manner, he preferred to made a real attack that will draw blood.

Jace glanced at his father who seemed to be very comfortable as though he was at home when his very dangerous brother was only few feet away from them.

He could not just understand it because this brother of his was a stranger and he had no idea on what to expect from his brother.

He knew very well that his brother have been taking over very large companies in both bloody and bloodless manners. Liam also did not bother when taking over some parts of the underground world his father once ruled over.

"Where is the princess?" Jace asked coldly glaring at his brother when his brother remained silent and calm as though he controlled the whole world.

"Why do you ask me such question young master Jace?" Liam asked very calm as he watched his eyes as expressionless as ever. "Shouldn't you ask your dad. Last time I heard, the princess was under his protection."

"You . . ." Jace began but swallowed back his words. He really could not predict his brother any longer.

"Do you mind?" Liam asked when he held a stick of cigarette between his fingers and pulled out a lighter. None of them answered and Liam ignored them as he light his cigarette and took a drag of the smoke.

Watching Liam smoke, Jace realized his brother had not totally changed and it pleased him to know despite how his brother betrayed them.

He was happy he recognized something in his brother. His brother was obviously experiencing a bad day and it most likely had something to do with Rose.