Chapter 147 - Entangled Fates

"Wh-what do y-you mean?" Anya's voice trembled. "W-who are you?"

She earned no response. Her mobile beeped so she checked the mobile screen to see the video call request. Nervous, she accepted the request with numerous thoughts running wild.

Her brows creased the second her eyes landed on Alvin who was sleeping on the bed in a brightly lit room. His handsome face had deep frowns, he was lying on the bed without using the blankets.

Anya jerked up from the couch without understanding what was going on. Her body started shaking with numerous terrible thoughts. She shouted his name to tell somebody was filming him, "Alvin… Alvin, wake up… Alvin…" But she heard no response from that man or saw any change in Alvin.

She wanted to dial Alvin's number and recalled she didn't have his number. She was running towards the bedroom for her laptop when a man appeared on the screen wearing all black, going towards the bed. He had covered his lower half face hence she couldn't identify him.

Anya didn't know if another person was holding the mobile or it was kept on something as it was static at a place.

The dear kicked in stronger than ever. Anya screamed to stop the man, "W-who are you? What are you doing there?" She didn't even know if the luxurious room was Alvin's bedroom or a hotel room. She didn't have enough calmness to look carefully.

Anya earned no response yet again. Her fingers were trembling on the laptop keyboard to enter the password when she saw a knife in the man's hand. 

Anya completely blanked out. The little sanity she had vanished into thin air. She didn't dare to blink and a tear started rolling down her cheek.

The man raised his hand holding the sharp side of the knife down. Wasting no second, he swung his hand down to stab the knife to Alvin's stomach.

Horrified to her wits, "Ahhhh…." Anya shrieked, her face was streaked in tears. Her body withered on the chair as if she was stabbed and felt extreme pain. Her chest felt tight, she felt suffocated without being able to breathe. That made her feel dizzy.

She didn't dare to open her eyes and cried frantically. She wanted to help Alvin but she didn't know-how. She didn't have his number, she didn't know his family, she was never in contact with Ean. 

She heard the raspy voice of the male mockingly laughing at her. "I didn't even kill him, you are already crying." He laughed cynically.

Anya heard him between her cries and grabbed her mobiles. She desperately wiped her tears and looked at the screen. She could only see the man's face through her blurred vision.

Anya was in no sane condition to notice anything. She stammered between her sniffles, "Wh-where is A-Alvin? S-show him… W-what did you d-do to him?" She cried.

The man again laughed and entertained by looking at her pathetic state. He opened the door of a room. 

Anya quickly dried her tears and held her breath when she saw Alvin sleeping peacefully without a hair out of place. There was no blood on the gray sheets.

She wanted to sigh in relief but the man's face suddenly appeared on the screen in a closeup. Freaked out, she dropped her mobile from her trembling hands.

There came another laughter, he was laughing at her heartily. Her misery was his entertainment, her tears were his joy, her cries were giving him satisfaction.

The man scorned, "Heh? Happy to see him alive? He won't be alive for long." The man laughed sinisterly. 

The tears returned on her face as she grabbed her mobile, "W-why are y-you doing this? D-do you want money? C-call his family, t-they are ri-rich. T-they will g-give you." She stumbled at every word. "D-don't do a-anything to A-Alvin… Please, don't do anything…" She begged him.

It only entertained the man at the other end. He looked amused for some reason before his eyes turned sharp and sounded disgusted, "Who wants his money?"

Anya couldn't understand why else the man would want to kill Alvin. Anya asked desperately since that man called her instead of Alvin's family, "W-what d-do y-you w-want?"

"YOU-"

Anya didn't understand it, "Huh?" There was no sense in it. She was neither rich nor beautiful.

The man continued, "If I ever see you around Alvin Matthews or contact him, or sit and flirt with him in the library, I will kill him. Do you get that?" The raspy voice roared at her.

Anya was shocked to know she was the reason, her presence around Alvin was the reason for his life to be in danger. 

Although she didn't understand their reason. All she wanted at the moment was Alvin to be safe and alive. Probably she would have agreed to anything so she accepted all the conditions without a second thought, "I won't see him. I won't." Then she begged, "Please don't hurt him… Please…"

The threat didn't end there. The voice cut in, "Eh?" Probably he hadn't expected everything to go so smoothly. He added, "If you are thinking to alert him, keep in mind, you will be the reason for his death." He laughed cynically and ended the call.

'I-I will be the reason?' The images of Alvin getting stabbed played in her mind causing her to cry nonstop.

How could she bear to go to Alvin after hearing that?

——— Present ———

Anya's moistened eyes were slowly drying up. She sighed recalling the old self. Five years ago she was really dumb. 

How could she just believe that man wasn't going to hurt Alvin? 

She was so naive that she didn't dare to share it with anyone thinking that man would kill Alvin. She was frightened whenever her mobile rang. She had cried numerous times after that day without daring to go to class, afraid she might meet Alvin.

Alvin had deep frowns, unawarely rubbing her arm after hearing her sniffle. He fumed, "You were stupid." And he was no different. He couldn't believe both of them were being controlled. They sowed fear in his innocent Little Donut with his life and threatened him with her life.

He knew his chubby Little Donut was too simple and naive unlike Officer Owen who isn't only strong, she was brave, witty, and rational even in a life-threatening situation.

Scaring her with his life was the cheapest move played on her.

Anya's eyes filled again. Though she knew the situation could have been handled smartly, she was sad to hear it from him.

Why does whatever she did for Alvin was always her stupidity? 

She did her best for him, why couldn't he get it?

She wanted to leave from there but Alvin turned her and pulled her to his embrace. He couldn't believe she was afraid that he would be murdered if they meet or see. He knew his life wasn't in danger as much as hers.

Anya tried to relax herself and her heartbeats without struggling in his arms. It would be of no use so saved her energy, resting her head on his chest.

She punched him after a few seconds, "You were stupid. You are a big idiot." If he wasn't sleeping like a log, it wouldn't have happened in the first place.

Alvin didn't deny it. He was thinking of different things. He didn't drink a drop of alcohol after the drug incident then how did he sleep like a log? 

Where was he sleeping like that?

"Little Donut, could you remember what was in the room? The color of the wall or any item around." He wanted some details.

Anya sighed at the question. She responded, "It was your bedroom. There were nearly ten different types of Rubik's cubes on the circular table at the side." Alvin had the habit of solving Rubik's cube whenever he was bored or uninterested in the talks of his wealthy group of friends. So he was collecting different types of Rubik's cubes. He had a basic 2X2 cube to complex Megaminx, Mirror cube, and so on. 

Why would he carry all the Rubik's to any hotel or other places? So she guessed it was his bedroom.

Anya Owen in the past was probably stupid, now a small clue for her was enough to dig up the truth.

Alvin didn't respond because it was his bedroom in the Matthews mansion. He asked another question, "How was that man's appearance?"

Anya shook her head stating she doesn't know but Alvin hissed in annoyance, "Little Donut." He knew it was a lie.

Pursing her lips, she tried to get up but his arms were stronger than her whole strength. She knew a single clue would put Alvin in action so she tried to avoid it. Anyway, she didn't have enough energy to stop his autocracy. "He had thick eyebrows, brown eyes, and his black hair was styled."

When Alvin sensed her completely stopping at it, he probed her further, "And…" 

Anya pouted, this man was a devil in her mind. She added, "He didn't look like a worker. He is probably 5-10 years older than us. He seems to hold a grudge against you or just hate you to the bones." 

Alvin's lips arced in the darkness. His Little Donut… Correction, Officer Owen was very keen on the details.

Anya craned her neck and saw nothing but the outline of his head in the darkness, "Your shoes were lying haphazardly on the floor. You hadn't changed into sleepwear and were lying on the bed like a drunk." In the end, she felt bitter in her mouth.

He was drugged and she ended up enduring all the pain that still gives her goosebumps. He was drunk and passed out, she cried all night. She couldn't believe his actions were affecting her so directly.

He didn't entrap her now, their fates were entangled from the day they met.