The Heiress'S Love
Chapter 24. She is?

The night is getting late as a black car crosses the deserted highway. Only the shadows of trees and buildings accompany from behind the dimness of the lights all the way to the Marquizze manor. Two middle-aged men in the car were both silent, the driver was occasionally seen yawning under drowsiness and tired. The man sitting in the passenger seat was busy with a tab in his hand. Check one by one the reports that have just come in from his men in the field.

“Run the car properly,” grumbled the man sitting in the passenger seat.

Orlando who was behind the wheel, yawned wide. “Today is exhausting. Why didn't we just stay in Madrid.”

“I don't like to see girls belonging to Thomas.” Phillip turned off his tab, circulated his gaze out the window.

“You act like you've never been young,” said Orlando chuckling.

“I was just thinking, why did Thomas' nature not decline on Robert. Until now none of the girls have managed to tear it down.”

There was no word from Orlando, the man was seen rubbing his chin with a frown. “Do you think Robert hasn't forgotten Tasha?”

“Ya... I think.” Phillip let out a long sigh, “it's time he forgot about Tasha isn't it?”

“Entahlah. Maybe Robert still expects Tasha to live again.”

“The dead will not live again.”

“Tasha was once dead, but in fact she is still alive.”

“No for the second time.”

Phillip folded his hands together in front of his chest, his mind glaring away considering the news of the attack on a castle in Russia more than 10 years ago. It was at the castle that Romanov lived with his wife and two children. There was a sense of relief in knowing Romanov, his old friend was still alive. But grief ensued in her heart knowing that Bella and Tasha were killed in the attack. He also saw how devastated Robert was when he learned of the news.

Years later he sought more information about Romanov, including an attempt to approach the man again. It's just that things aren't as easy as Phillip expected. His efforts to approach Romanov were rejected outright, the spies he sent always came home empty-handed. Until now all the diplomacy he had put towards the D’yavol Clan was still deadlocked. Romanov has closed the door for him.

The silence that enveloped the car, again made Orlando attacked by drowsiness. He really needs a rest as soon as possible. He spent the whole day on the streets with Phillip taking care of some drug deals. Orlando nearly closed his eyes as suddenly a shadow of a person emerged from within the alley, dashing quickly into the middle of the road. To his surprise he slammed the steering wheel to avoid a collision. The decitan of the wheels of the car was deafening as he stopped the car by the side of the road. Both Orlando and Phillip were shocked, they looked at each other before looking out.

“Note your way stupid!” nagging Phillip when he got out of the car.

“The guy just suddenly showed up,” said Orlando did not accept.

They approached a girl lying on the shoulder of the road. They could confirm the girl was still half conscious and there were no injuries due to the collision. Maybe the girl was just surprised to fall.

“Hai son? You okay?” asked Phillip with a riled face.

“Please... they want to kill me,” the girl groans holding her stomach.

Phillip rolled his eyes all over the girl in front of him, there was blood seeping from his waist. “She was injured,” muttered Phillip grabbed the body of the little girl and carried her.

Orlando, who had been silent and watching, looked around as he followed Phillip, who was taking the girl into the car. He drove the car back to Robert's apartment at Phillip's behest once he was behind the wheel. From the rearview mirror, he saw Phillip trying to close the wound on the girl's waist.

“What is the wound severe? We can take him to the hospital?” proposal Orlando.

“No, not so bad. Just a scratch...” Phillip check the clothes of the girl who has now fainted it, “bullet?”

“Peluru?” Orlando looked back to make sure his ears didn't hear wrong.

“I think someone tried to harm him,” muttered Phillip.

“So it's not my fault, is it?”

A long snort escaped Phillip's nose. He told Orlando to speed up the car. The girl had to get help as soon as possible, lucky in Robert's apartment was a waitress who had been trained for this kind of emergency.

Within fifteen minutes, Phillip had taken the girl up to Robert's bed. Hopefully, his son does not know what he did by bringing the girl there, especially when Robert was abroad. He immediately told the maid to take care of the girl while she waited outside the room.

“I think you're wrong with the dead won't live to twice,” said the tense-looking Orlando. In his hand was a wallet that fell when Phillip brought the girl in.

“What are you talking about?” phillip's forehead was confused.

“That girl... her Natasha Romanov.” Orlando showed Phillip the identity card in the wallet.

“You sure?” Phillip read carefully the identity card, “I mean. Is she really Tasha, Bella's son?”

“Gosh...” Phillip rubbed his face rough, “is he really Tasha? What is he doing here?” his murmuring while pacing.

Phillip thought hard afterwards, what should he do now? He still couldn't believe the girl was really Natasha, the person they had just talked about. Many questions now revolve around how Tasha is still alive, what the girl is doing here and why no Romanovs can be seen accompanying the young girl. Unfortunately, he remembered what Natasha said before he fainted. Someone wanted to hurt the girl, but who?

“Are we going to contact Romanov to make sure?” asked Orlando jerking Phillip's consciousness.

“No. Don't call Romanov, he'll definitely take Natasha away and our hope of cooperation will be lost. I'd better call Robert.”

Without waiting for long, Phillip immediately contacted Robert who was in Italy dealing drugs there. It took a long time to convince Robert that what he said was true. Just like he was before, Robert did think Natasha had been dead since childhood. If he had not found it himself, he might not have believed it either. Yet Natasha was completely real in front of him, lying weak from exhaustion. Tonight will be a long night for her, keeping Natasha there while waiting for Robert to return.

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The morning light beam that entered the room made Natasha's eyes ache. He squinted his eyes as he circulated his gaze into the room dominated by the masculine color. His head was still hurting as he tried to remember what he had just experienced. The sting on his waist further aggravated the situation, he grimaced to notice his waist which had been wrapped in bandages. Someone must have helped him last night.

While trying to get up from the bed, Natasha heard the creaking of the door open. A woman in waiter clothes appeared to come in carrying a tray filled with food and drinks. Natasha looked at the woman alert and full of question marks. There was not a single thing in that place that he recognized, he did not even know where he was at the moment.

“Where am I now?” natasha asked half a whisper as the maid approached.

“You are in Mr. Marquizze's apartment, Miss. Sir brought you here last night after an accident.” The servant's light.

The accident?

Natasha remembered what happened last night. He tried to escape from a criminal named Braga, the last thing he remembered was the sound of a car tire squeaking right in his path as he crossed the road. Maybe the guy in the car was the one who helped her. Where are the criminals now, are they still looking for him.

“What is this still in Valencia?” ask Natasha again.

“True Miss, this is still in Valencia.”

Natasha sighs with relief knowing she is still in Valencia. The people who kidnapped her yesterday may have just taken her out of Bunol. But Natasha still had to be vigilant because she did not recognize the person who had helped her. It could be that guy was still a plot with his kidnapper yesterday.

After finishing the food that the waiter brought, Natasha decided to get out of bed even though part of her body was still in pain. Ignoring the anxious gazes of the servant accompanying her, Natasha went around inside the apartment. Not much different from the room he occupied, other rooms where it is dominated by black, white and gray. Unfortunately there was no photo on display there, so Natasha did not know what kind of face her helper.

As Natasha was drowning in daydreams while gazing at the scenery outside, a loud bang was heard from the direction of the door. A waiter seemed to be struggling to reach the door to see who was coming. But unexpectedly, once the door opened the servant immediately collapsed with a hole in the head. A few men with pistols in their hands entered the place. Ungoverned, the servants who were there instantly attacked the men. While the servant who had been following Natasha had been diligent in protecting the girl.

The sound of gunfire mixed with the sound of broken glass and cries of pain instantly filled the place. Assisted by the maid, Natasha hides, looking for a gap to escape from there. Those people were the ones who kidnapped her yesterday, and now they're still after her.

“Do not shoot the girl. Boss wants him alive,” shouted one of the men.

Frightened Natasha clung tightly to the servant who seemed to have been trained, just like the other servants. From behind her hiding place, Natasha could see the persistence of the servants against the men. Some of them were seriously injured and died.

“Here you apparently.”

Natasha almost jumped from her place, surprised by the appearance of the man who yesterday entered the room where she was held captive. But swiftly the servant immediately confronted and attacked the man.

“From Miss, save yourself. Sir is on his way here.”

Natasha hesitated from where she stood. The waiter was barely squeezed now, if he didn't leave soon maybe the man would take him to that cursed place again. Without saying anything else Natasha immediately ran out, occasionally avoiding the men's targets. The number of servants who still survived decreased as Natasha exited the door, and without looking again she ran towards the elevator that was at the end of the hall.

As the elevator door closed, Natasha could see the man who had been fighting with the servant beside her coming out chasing after her. Frantically Natasha pressed the button on the elevator to quickly close and get down from there. Natasha's heartbeat can't stop racing fast. This whole new life he's been through a terrible event. He didn't know why anyone would want to kidnap him. The clinking of the elevator made Natasha again alert. Once the door opened, he immediately ran without seeing the surrounding situation, until he accidentally hit someone hard until they fell.

“Sorry Sir..”

Natasha did not pay much attention to that person, she hurriedly stood up and left without even turning her head again because she heard the clanking of the other elevator ringing. He kept running away from the place. He did not care about the pain that had been raining down on his waist since. He ran until his feet felt numb. When she felt very far from the apartment and felt safe, Natasha stopped to take a breath. Fresh blood again seemed to decorate his waist.

Now Natasha could only hug herself and cry without a sound. He was afraid, he didn't know where else to go. Holidays that should be good memories actually turn into disasters. If only he had a cell phone, he would have called Daniel to pick him up. But he has nothing more now than a wallet that only contains his identity while the cash in it has disappeared. At the end of her despair, Natasha realized someone was walking towards her. His cautious attitude instantly disappeared once he knew who had found him.

“Natasha..”

Natasha's cries broke again. Relieved, happy, moved, sad mixed into one. He immediately burst into the man's arms and cried.

Seriate....