My kid, my hero.

Chapter 3.

My kid, my hero.

Seven years later.

ELSA'S POV.

The evening's cold breeze hit me as I stepped my legs off of the aeroplane. I halted and inhaled the great quality of it, and while exhaling, I smiled.

That's relaxing, it's good to be back. I thought and moved out fully with my left hand holding the little hand of my six-year-old kid so that he wouldn't run off or get mixed with the crowd.

I was now a world-renowned model like I had always wanted, and I returned to Italy for mostly three things.

To claim my mom's company.

To show my family they made a grave mistake by sending me out.

And to find my daughter.

''Madam." One of my guards called me as he approached me with the others.

Unlike normal guards, they were dressed in casual wear, nothing serious.

They were under a disguise just like me. I didn't want us to be known.

"Is the suite ready?" I questioned the guard who called me.

"Yes, madam. The hotel has just called, and everything is set. Also, your PA is waiting for you in the car."

"Good job, Sean."

He bowed with a smile and created a space for me to walk by, and I moved forward, counting my steps and keeping a smile under my nose cover.

"Mummy, will we meet Grandpa here?" My son, Daniel, questioned me.

I smiled at him, "Of course, my dear. You'll meet Grandpa."

I could imagine him smiling under his disguise, he must be displaying his missing tooth.

That got me smiling widely. I love him so much.

"And my sister? When will we meet her? I want to give her the gift I bought for her." Daniel pressed on.

My smile dropped like it never existed, and my heart began to beat rapidly and bleed.

Those first months away from home were not the best days of my life. I got pregnant out of wedlock because of the jealousy my sister generated towards me.

She hated that I was perfect, unlike her, she had said to me, and the best way to stop that was to set me up, and I got pregnant.

I was disowned by my father just after surviving death.

I got saved by a mystery man who claimed to be the man I spent the night with. Even with my disapproval, he kept on insisting, and when I saw that he was ready to take care of me with my baby, I let myself stay with him.

The first months were the best months of my life, and I almost thought that he loved me, until one day, I overheard his conversation with someone, and I realized I was being used.

I tried to escape a lot of times, but he kept on finding me, and I didn't know how.

The last time I ran away, I had run to a place close to a hole. It was an underground house that had been avoided for quite a while.

It was located in a very deep forest and I don't even know what I was thinking when I ran over to a place like that, I would have starved to death.

He located me and took me back to his place, which became like a cage to me from that day, though he worked a lot to get me filled and healthy.

I would have been grateful to him forever because of what he did to me, but then, I understood why he was doing all that for me. He wanted to steal my child.

I felt horrible for letting that happen. If only I hadn't fallen asleep after birthing my children. 

I know that he would have stolen both kids from me if he knew that I had a set of twins.

I had bargained with a nurse to help me with my children, but she could only hide one before he showed up, and he took the second child away.

He took my daughter away from me.

I sniffled under the disguise.

Every day I close my eyes to sleep. It was to see my daughter crying or to hear her telling me how much she hated me.

I can't remember the last time I slept in peace. It has always been a nightmare for my daughter.

Nightmares of different versions every night.

"Madam, allow me to carry the young sir, it will be convenient that way," a guard suggested.

I cast him a bad glare before dropping my phone for one of them. I bent towards my kid and carried him up.

I adjusted him in my arms and threw a worse glare at the guard, "See? I can take care of my child."

He bowed, "I'm sorry madam."

I snorted and continued the journey to the car.

We arrived, and a man got out of the car in the centre. He was in a suit. He bowed and opened the door wider for my child and me.

I dropped my kid into the car and stood straight to stare at the man who had a smile on his face.

I sized him up from head to toe with my eyes so cold, "Do I know you?"

"Yes, Madam. I'm Theo, your PA." He replied to me without fidgeting.

I frowned, "First thing first, drop your ugly smile, and please, don't ever, I mean, ever, smile at me. You can smile at the clients, but not me."

His smile dropped, and I nodded, "Very good. Also, your work starts tomorrow, and you won't be in the car with me. Even if we're going for a business meeting, you're not allowed to go in my car."

"Okay, madam."

"Meet up, Sean, he will finalize everything, and your house and car will be intact, just the way I promised you during the interview. Now, if you will excuse me."

I got into the car before he could reply to me, and I shut the door after me.

"Take me to the hotel," I instructed the driver, and he started the car.

"Mummy, it is itching." Complained my child.

I turned to him and removed his face cap and nose mask, revealing his handsome face. He looked so much like me. So much.

I pecked his head.

I wonder who my daughter will resemble, me? Or her father? I wondered.

The father of my children was still a mystery to me, and that was one of the reasons that caused my return from the States to Italy.

I have to locate the bastard that stole my daughter, then locate the bastard that impregnated me.

"I'm sorry for inconveniencing you, mummy is sorry." I apologized to my son, feeling so sorry.

He laughed, "I love it mummy, it just itched."

I nodded and rearranged his hair, "Mine itches too."

I stripped my disguise off too.

"How would you feel if I told you that you could start school?"

"Yah!" He was jubilant, he jumped on me in the car, "Thank you, mummy."

I held him close to my body, "I just asked a question. I never said that you would start school."

He disengaged from me and pouted, "Mummy, please."

I didn't want to agree with him, neither did I want to hurt him like I always do, so I told him, "Fine, you won this time."

He took my face in his hands and pecked my cheeks with a sweet smile on his face, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm so happy right now."

I smiled at him, "You should be. I must apologize to you for always taking that educational life away from you. I've always known that your home-school teachers were bad to you, they just wasted my money."

"It's okay mummy, since you have decided to bribe me with this, then I forgive you."

"That corrupts you, you just accepted a bribe."

He grinned, "It is from you, mummy. I gladly accepted it."

I laughed and took my boy in my arms.

I fixed my gaze on the window and allowed my mind to wander off.

I was unable to start thinking of anything when the driver slipped into my thoughts, "We're here, madam."

I got back and alighted from the car with my kid.

Since we had gotten rid of our disguise, the guards surrounded us in a bid to protect us from the piercing eyes around us.

Whispering began to ring out, and I shut my ears to it.

A guard came by and wore a silent set over Daniel's head to his ears, and with that done, we were free to keep moving.

We got to a private elevator and two of my guards entered with us, while the rest went back.

We got to the last floor and got out of the elevator. I was trying to fix the set on Daniel's ears, but we bumped into someone.

"What the hell?!" My voice yelped out, and so did his.

Bad words sucked my throat badly, they threatened to spill out, but since I grew up to not get used to bad words, I don't use them often.

"Sorry." I rather apologise.

I don't plan on sparing him as little as a glance, not at all. I just wanted to get away from everything and escape to the suite to get my child filled and relaxed, tomorrow will be such a busy day for us both.

"You should be! You are the blind one, after all. You were walking in my lane." He said to me.

Those words stopped me, and I raised my head to give him a piece of my mind, but when I opened my mouth to yell at him like I wanted, the words stuck in my throat, and my anger subsided.

What the hell! I gasped in my mind with my eyes on him.

Darren? How?

"What? Struck with my beauty?" He chuckled, "I'm not surprised. All the girls want me, but it turns out I'm for nobody." He bragged.

None of his brags meant anything to me, I was just stuck with thoughts.

How is this possible? This man..... Or am I dreaming? No, I'm not. I shouldn't! My mind kept on returning to the place I knew the man from, the first time I met him, but then, I was too shocked to reply to him.

"Oh! I see, just like others, not at all different." He mocked me.

I watched him as he signalled to the guards behind him," But wait... Guards? Since when? I wondered.

Daniel pulled his hand away from me and ran to the front of the man to stop him from leaving.

"Hey!" Daniel shouted at him.

He halted and stared down at Daniel, "Oh! It's a dumb woman's son. I almost thought you were dumb like your mother."

I watched my son clenching his hands. He was annoyed. 

My son raised his small leg and marched the rude guy's leg in anger. Only God knew what was in Daniel's shoe's sole because the rude guy let out a scream, holding his leg and hopping around in pain.

"Don't ever insult my mummy ever again! When you remember the pain, always remember to talk to your mummy with the kind of respect you used for your mother!"

"Ah! Get that kid!" Yelled the stupid man.

"Boss!" His guards called out to him.

With the rushing sounds of his guards like those of military men, I snapped out of my thoughts and rushed to Daniel, but my guards interfered before me, one of them carried up my son while the other stood daringly before them.

I sighed in relief and took Daniel from the guard, allowing him to stand beside his friend.

"Get me that kid, I said. How dare he disrespect me?!"

The guards made a move towards us, but a person ran out of nowhere and ran to, "Gerald, why are you so strict with a kid? Is this how you treat your girl?"

That calmed him, and he could finally drop his leg and stop being childish.

Hearing the word 'girl', my feet almost moved towards him to ask my daughter, but they walked away from us before I could react.

I was not even prepared yet.

Darren or Gerald or whatever your name is, I'm coming for you, and it would hit hard!