Since I Found You
On Hold

The large wall clock in the corner of the room showed at eight p.m. Altea, there was absolutely no idea where he was at the moment. Along the way from the airport, Ludwig closed his eyes with a black cloth. Meanwhile, his hand continued to be grasped by the handsome man.

Altea's mind floated at the moment where he had just stepped off Ludwig's private plane. He could only feel the vehicle he was riding at a moderate speed, then stop somewhere.

Ludwig led Altea out of the car, still with his eyes closed. The German man took Altea and invited her into a room, which turned out to be a bedroom. After that, Ludwig opened Altea's blindfold.

“Rest here. Tomorrow we will go through a tiring day,” said Ludwig softly. He tried to touch Altea's lips.

However, Altea immediately avoided by turning his face away. A moment later, Altea again directed her beautiful face to the man. “Dragon your attitude, Mr Stegen!” sentak Altea, pointing the index finger at Ludwig's face. “Never touch me again!” reject it.

“Ah! Apparently you've dared to defy now, Perle." Ludwig was not affected by Altea's vehement rejection. He even smiled calmly. Ludwig pulled Altea's body, forcing the young woman closer. However, Ludwig never thought that his actions would be met with a violent slap from Altea.

Ludwig was stunned for a moment while rubbing his reddened cheeks, after receiving the slap earlier from the woman who had filled his days for quite some time. He stared intently at Altea who was panting. A moment later, Ludwig smiled. “You must be tired. Sleep,” he said as he turned to the door.

Altea immediately followed the man's steps. However, before he managed to reach the door, Ludwig first locked the door from the outside. “Fuck you, Ludwig Stegen! Unhand me! Let me go!” altea shouted while banging on the room door loudly.

However, no matter how tight the sound that Altea caused Altea, in fact Ludwig did not care. The man got dizzy. He kept walking away from the room.

Altea who from earlier continued banging on the door while shouting, finally feeling tired. He sat on the floor in a cramped position, with his head bowed. "Master ...," he said. Altea. His memory goes to a handsome man who was in Russia.

However, the sound of a slow knock resuscitated Altea from the daydream. Back then, the wall clock had shown at half-nine p.m. Altea stood up, then moved near the bed. He took off his footwear, then threw his body onto the bed. Heedless of the knocking on the door that was heard getting louder.

"It's me, Altea!" the sound that made Altea gasp. He immediately got up from the bed, then ran towards the door.

"Dad?” call Altea in a half-in disbelief tone.

“Yes. It's me,” replied someone who was none other than Herbert.

“How did you get here? Where is this? Are you working with Ludwig Stegen?” cecar Altea with high intonation.

“No, Son. Of course not. I was just as surprised as you were when Dietmar Kreuk's men came to me at home this afternoon. They forced me to come here,” Herbert explained.

“Where is this, Dad? Tell me!” Altea started to panic.

“In Berlin, Altea. You are in one of Mr. Stegen's mansions,” Herbert replied. “I met him earlier. He told me that you're getting married tomorrow and I'm on duty beside you to the altar,”.

“He kidnapped me, Dad! I don't want to marry him." Altea. "I've planned a wedding with Mr. Ignashevich. We chose a beautiful wedding dress. I like that guy. I love Mr. Ignashevich.”

Altea's slender body that was originally standing in front of the door, slowly sagged onto the floor. The brown haired beauty sat on the floor again.

“Already expected, Son,” said Herbert slowly.

“This is all because of you, Herbert Miller! You sold me to that man! You ruined my life!” Altea started to get out of control. He beat the door with his hands clenched.

“Quiet, Son. I'm gonna fix everything. Believe this. You just calm down. I'll be right back,” Herbert's message before his voice disappears. A few moments later, only silence fell.

"Don't make my life more complicated. Dad!” altea's screams were just futile. No one else said it at the time. With a gontai step, Altea again lay on the bed while continuing her cry.

Not long after, another voice was present breaking the silence in the spacious luxury room earlier. I heard the door open. The sound of heels clashing with marble floors, echoed in the room occupied by Altea.

“You?” Altea was in disbelief. “What are you doing here, Mrs Delma? What is this place exactly?” ask Altea.

“Mr Ludwig Stegen asked me to prepare for your performance tomorrow,” replied Delma, who was met with tears by Altea.

“Why are you torturing me? Supposedly, Ludwig killed me in the first place. Let him sell my heart and other internal organs to cover my father's debt. At least, I died free, not imprisoned like today,” Altea said.

“Nak." Delma looked at Altea with a look of pity. He approached, then sat on the edge of the bed facing Altea. “I can feel Mr. Ludwig's great love for you. He really became a different figure, after getting to know you,” Delma said.

“Different?” reset Altea.

“Yes." Delma forced her smile, then turned her gaze towards the glass window. The man's gaze looked up, penetrating the thick atmosphere of the night out there.

“Then, Ludwig Stegen was a sadist, cruel, and very cold man. He's not like a human being. Ludwig has no conscience. He was happy to finish off his enemies without mercy. It's heartless at all" Delma said. A speck of tears trickled down the smooth cheeks of the half-century-old woman.

“He treats women, as if he were playing with a lifeless doll. Once bored, Ludwig would just throw it away." Delma continued her story.

Delma turned back to Altea. “However, ever since he met you, I can feel a great change in Mr. Stegen. He became warmer, friendlier, and to be sure he became more smiling, albeit faint. He never touched another woman while with you. Ludwig doesn't even allow anyone to enjoy your body. In fact, it is clear that every woman sent to my place is someone who is prepared to be a high-class entertainer,” explained Delma.

“What does all this mean? Why did you tell me?” Altea gulped, while capturing a different expression from Delma.

“I just wanted to tell you, that you are special in Mr. Ludwig's eyes. She fell in love with you, Miss Miller,” Delma replied as she grabbed Altea's hands, then clasped them tightly. “Give him a chance to prove his love. Mr. Ludwig is serious about you,” pinta Delma.

“Why are you defending him, Madam? Why are you so considerate of a guy like him?" Altea shook his head not understanding.

“That's because ..” Delma deliberately hung up her words. She smiled a little. “Consider, because he is like a son I never had,” Delma replied as she wiped her tears.

“Breaklah. You can't sleep too late. Stop crying, so that your eyes don't swell. Tomorrow you have to appear to be the prettiest,” said Delma. He kissed Altea on the forehead, then stood up. The woman left the room. Don't forget Delma locked the door from the outside.

Meanwhile, Altea was only fixated on hearing Delma's explanation. “Fall in love? Ludwig fell in love with me?” mumbled wailing. He almost drowned in daydreaming, when he heard Herbert's voice calling.

“Altea! Have you not slept? Come here!” exclaim Herbert restrained.

“Dad?” reply Altea while jumping down from the bed. He rushed to the door.

“Look, who I managed to contact. I don't care if I have to die for telling Mr. Ignashevich about your whereabouts,” Herbert said.

“Mr Ignashevich? Where is he?” Altea was so enthusiastic.

“I contacted him by phone. He replied to me via voice mail. Mr. Ignashevich said to play this voicemail in front of you,” Herbert said.

“Quick, Dad! What are you waiting for?” pinta Altea was impatient.

“Good.” Herbert attached the phone to the door leaf, having previously pressed the play button on the message that began to make Vlad's heavy voice.

Altea, I'm sure you're okay right now. Don't cry, baby. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Don'worry. Stay calm, as if you accepted this marriage. Don't rebel, let alone make a fuss. Wear your dress and walk on the altar gracefully, for there I greet you there.