RANSOM GIFT: The Complete Collection Boxed Set (Commanding Proposal, Hidden Proposal, Ransom Proposal)

Commanding Proposal

Ransom Gift Collection

By Kristina Royer

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© 2015 by Kristina Royer

The Ransom Gift Series

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locals or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

How did I even get here? I don’t really like gatherings like this one. God my dress was sucking the life out to me. 

Seriously, it was pretty obvious those people were so pretentiously laughing like they’re all having a good time with my father, who seemed to be stupidly enjoying their company.

Well, maybe he knew that their attention and care for him were all illusory, but still, he’s feeding them all in his hands as if he’s not getting the slightest hint that all those were just sham. It was exactly why I never wanted to take his place someday. With all those people following me like lost puppies just to get into my money? Ugh! They’re all so annoying.

Oh, well… that’s none of my business anymore, and it’s never going to be my business ever.

I walked out of the ballroom hall and into the veranda of my dad’s hotel. It’s cold outside, and I felt so lonely with all these dressing up and business conversations. I wanted to have a way out.

Oh, how I wish Clemente was here so that we could at least share something more alive than what was already going on in this four corners of walls.

              “And what are you doing here?” A familiar voice from my behind echoes inside my ear.

I turned to face who it was, and I was so delighted to see Clemente!

              “You’re my hero!” I blurted out.

He smiled, and he leaned towards to give me his most passionate hug. “How are you sweetie? Why are you out here, and not inside?” He asked.

I didn’t have any intention of lying to him, so I told her the truth. “I got bored by all those pretending and shits, made me sick.” I sounded like a complete hater.

Oh, right… I was a complete a hater of all those hypocrisy towards my dad.

He nodded. And I knew that he got my point because he always gets me. There has never been a point in my life that this boy got the wrong idea of what I was feeling inside.

But Clemente wasn’t the type of guy you fall in love with at first sight. He’s nice, sweet, gentle, and very loving, but he’s not the kind of guy that would break your neck trying to get a better view of him as he walks by you. In short, he’s not a Tom Cruise type, not even a Sean O’Pry, which for me was the younger version of hotness.

But who cares? Overtime, I’ve learned to give him this special place in my heart for he’s everything a girl would ever want to be committed with in a relationship. He’s the guy a girl marries, the type you can trust with all your heart and soul, the kind you can always count on at any time of any day. He’s my Clemente, my hero.

              “Well then, let’s get out of here. Do you want to go get ice cream?” He offered as if he was talking to a little girl.

See? He really knew me. “For sure…” I answered with a smile.

As we make our way back inside the ballroom to exit out of it, my dad has caught both our attention. He called out for my name, and he gestured his hand for me to come to their direction.

              “Oh dear…” I whispered to Clemente.

He let out a soft laugh. “I got you, baby.” He whispered, and suddenly, I felt so safe from all the harm I could possible get from this intoxicating conversation I was about to have with them.

We started walking to come closer to my dad and with those six people circling around him, hoping they could get him to sign their business proposals anytime soon. I thought I was about to be sick.

              “Hello dad.” I greeted him.

I felt so unfair for my dad, which was why I was dead mad to those people. My dad’s the kindest human being in the world.

And even though I have tons of brilliant cousins who seemed to have burnt books and their eyebrows just to get to be his favorite, he has his full love and understanding solely focused on me. And I was the worst brat ever.

              “Hey, baby…” He greeted me. “Everyone, this is my daughter, Kristina.” He addressed those six people.

              “Buenas noches, hola… Encantado de conocerte.” I greeted them right with manners. I said,
Good evening! It’s my pleasure to meet you!

Ugh! I needed to tell a lie!

Everyone was all eyes on me, and they were flashing their sweetest smile on me knowing that I have the biggest chance of being the next
dad
.

We talked in Spanish, and I felt a bit constraint and worthless. I knew how to speak Spanish, it’s my native language for crying out loud, but I felt free with the English language.

              “Espero que estés disfrutando de la noche.” I said politely.

I told them that I hope they were enjoying the night, which, of course, wasn’t genuine. God I felt like the most awful person in the face of the whole planet.

I was hearing everyone trying to tell me things, and I was politely nodding at them. But to be honest, I didn’t even understand them. I did, however, understand what they were trying to say to me, but their motivation for being the crabs that they were has just astonished me so much.

I was in the middle of my own different thoughts when the man stopped talking, and he looked at me. All of them were looking at me with their face expectant.
Shit, he was asking something!

I had no idea what it was about, and I couldn’t think of the safest answer. I felt so panicking because I never wanted to embarrass my father. Sure, I didn’t want to be the next whatever they call my father, but I never planned to embarrass him in order to do that.

              “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Uncle Aurelio, Kristina’s not feeling well. Lo siento, ella no se siente bien…” Clemente told them that I wasn’t feeling well.

My knight in shining armor saved the day again. Awww…

           “Usted debe descansar un poco.” A lady in red told me to get some rest.              

I smiled weakly at her, pretending I was really sick. Had I been in the Hollywood, I would’ve won an award.

              “Gracias… dad, I’m just going to get some rest.” I told him.

              “Go ahead, amor…” He gave me the permission to leave.

Clemente grabbed my hand, and he led me out of the ballroom. I was just so grateful to endure that torture moment. Had he not been too bold to do that, I would still be enduring god knows how many hours of embarrassment in front of those people.
Poor, dad…

We walked as fast as we could towards his car, and he tucked me in. He hopped in the driver’s seat after giving tip to the valet parking service, and we drove away. We were in the road for few minutes, until we reached our favorite cafe. It was the smallest, but it has the best coffee amongst the totality of Madrid. Besides, no one will ever suspect that the children of both famous tycoons were here having a cup of coffee right here.

He opened up the door for me, and I felt the need to swoon. We eyed for our favorite spot, and felt really joyous when we found there’s no one occupying it. He led the way to our spot, and he pulled the chair for me. It didn’t really surprise me since he has been doing it for the longest time.

The face of the waitress we’ve both came to know and love has enlightened our night once again. “Hey, guys! Let me guess…. the same thing?” She asked, assuming we’re going to have the same thing we do over and over again.

We both laughed at her. She’s such a lovely girl in her twenty’s, and the best thing about her was that she was the nicest thing you’d ever ran into the street of Madrid.

She gestured to get us our orders, and we looked back at each other. “By the way, I need to tell you something…” He said, and for some reason, I felt this sting of panic attack threatening to come to life, like it’s on cue or something.

              “What is it?” I asked, looking and sounding so nervous.

He seemed having a hard time finding the right words to say, and it just ruined my entire world apart. I knew it’s not going to be pretty; in fact, not going to be pretty was the simplest it could possibly be. I felt like it’s more than that, like it’s meant to break my heart.

              “I’m leaving for Seattle tomorrow morning.” He said.

What? You can’t leave me…
I tried to gulp the lump forming in my throat, but I wasn’t so successful. “What?” I asked, with obvious stress going on in my voice.

He looked down at his fingers, and I knew him. Whenever he does that, there’s something even bigger deal, and it’s indeed going to make my world fall apart.

              “I need to—I need to—uhhh—I need to marry someone.” There, he dropped the bomb.

What the fuck?!

I couldn’t help it, even without so much details and knowledge about it, tears gone rogue, and betrayed my pride.

              “What?” I said, sobbing.

OMG…This can’t be happening.
It’s so painful.

              “I need to marry Mr. Fukushima’s daughter, Akiko Fukushima. My dad needs my help.”  He gave out so little details.

Wait, what?
Uncle Alberto needed him to marry a Japanese girl? Why? Why her? Was it for money? Why not me?

              “Why did he choose her?” I asked. “What’s special about her?” I wasn’t able to hide my emotions. I felt so betrayed… so fucking betrayed.

              “Well, apparently, dad made an agreement with Mr. Fukushima when they were just starting off with the first restaurant. They made this stupid pact, etc.” He’s obviously pissed as well as I was.

              “Do you love her?” I needed to know. It’s going to hurt as hell if he answered it in the worst way possible, but I need to know.

It took him seconds to answer. “I can’t let my father down…” He went with the safest answer.

              “So you love her, huh?” I accused.

And before he could even say another word, I chose to hold my pride so high. It’s the only thing I was left with at the moment. “Go. Good bye.” I said, and then I tried to get out of the restaurant as fast as I could.

What surprised me so much was the fact that he didn’t run after me. He knew how much he meant to me. Ever since my mother died a few years back, he was the only person I would go to whenever life’s not treating me kind. Now, he’s about to be some Japanese girl’s go-to-guy. It sucks.

But what sucks the most in this painful scenario was that I didn’t have a car, I couldn’t spot any cab driving by and I was in my stilettos. He didn’t even care about me. Good thing, I had my phone with me, so I called my dad, and he had somebody picked me up by five minutes. I had no idea how he did that, I mean the restaurant was actually fifteen minutes away from the hotel.

Twenty minutes passed and I was walking at towards penthouse of the same hotel where I was staying. I felt like a zombie walking. Well, not the zombie that has eventually gone back to life, no, just a zombie.

What was I supposed to do?