Chapter 3: Tool.

The Next Day.

Dua being ready to leave, looked at her room one last time and sighed, "let's just hope I meet good luck as they believe." She shut the door and went to the living room to meet her family already waiting for her. Her mother looking teary while Denise already shed a few tears. It was the first time Dua would be going far.

"You want me to go, why are you crying?" Dua hugged Denise.

"Or should I stay back?" She asked and Denise quickly broke away.

"Don't even think about that," Denise wiped her face and Dua laughed.

"I'll call you guys when I arrive," she said and they all nodded.

She smiled at her mom and brother, bid them all goodbye and left.

At The City.

Diane woke up early and constantly watched the time as she daydreamed a perfect married life with Steven.

She looked at the time again, 9am and sighed frustratingly, "why is that darn make-up artist not here yet?"

"Young Miss," there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come in." Diane answered, and a young woman same age as her came in. She's Diane's personal maid who grew up with her, serving her.

"Breakfast is ready?" Diane spoke haughtily.

"Yes, ma'am," the young woman, Mary, replied.

Diane left her bedroom to the dinning room where her whole family were already having breakfast.

"Good morning, everyone," she greeted as she settled at the table.

"Look how you're glowing." Sandra flattered her and she smiled.

"Diane...be reminded of the assignment you have to carry out tonight." Bob said and her smile faded.

"When will the item be ready?" Bob asked his son, Mark.

"Before the wedding ends." Mark replied and Diane scoffed.

"How many times do I have to spell it that I won't do what you want? I won't kill my husband to satisfy your greed!!" She yelled.

"It's for the greater good, Di. Steven will kill us all later if we don't strike first." Mark tried to make her understand.

"You all can go to hell for all I care," she cursed.

"You love him, right?" Sandra asked.

"Yes, and I won't let anyone harm him, not even you guys." Diane replied and Bob laughed.

"Wake up, Di, that devil will never reciprocate your love." Bob said.

"He will," Diane replied with certainty as she stood up and left to her bedroom.

She crouched down on the floor at her door and cried, "I won't sacrifice the man I love for my family." She picked up her phone and called Steven and he picked up after five rings.

"Steve, meet me at the bridge, I have something urgent to tell you," she said.

"Say it now." Steven said.

"No, I have to meet you in person," she insisted.

"Then wait until we meet at the altar," he replied.

"Please, Steven, it's urgent," she pleaded.

"I'm hanging up," he said.

"Why do you hate me so much? It's my father who's wronged you, not me," a tear rolled down her cheek.

"But you're his daughter," he replied coldly.

"I want to meet you at the bridge in thirty minutes, or you may never see me at the altar today," she said and hung up.

She decided to take the risk and inform Steven of her father's plan, but only if he showed up. But if he doesn't, she'll commit suicide. As she just couldn't put herself to do what her father wants.

Diane switched off her phone and dropped it on her bed, and left the house through the backdoor. She left her car behind, and boarded a cab.

She arrived at the bridge in twenty minutes and waited for Steven to arrive. She ended up waiting two hours, but he didn't show up, making her heartbroken. With slow, depressed steps, she moved herself to the edge of the bridge and stared into the water. "What am I living for? My family only see me as a tool to get to power,... while the man I love hates me with every bit of himself. She closed her eyes, letting her tears fall. She let herself fall off the bridge into the water, while Dua just arrived on the bridge, taking a tour round.

"Wow! The city does live to its name." Dua was amazed by the scenery before her. She decided to take a tour on the bridge as a break, before she begins her job hunt.

Meanwhile at the wedding hall, Diane's family were helter skelter, looking for her. In the room Diane was to get prepared, Sandra walked to and fro in panic as she anticipated positive results from Bob and Mark.

The door opened and she quickly turned, expecting to see Bob, Mark, or Diane. But it was the person they didn't want to be aware of the situation.

"Why isn't she at the hall? It's been almost an hour since she should have arrived." Steven asked calmly, but it gave Sandra chills.

"A...actually, we...we... Diane is missing, and we haven't been able to find her." Sandra stuttered and Steven remembered their conversation.

He took out his phone and called her number but it was switched off.

"We've tried calling her, but her number is switched off. She didn't go with her car either." Sandra said.

Steven didn't say anything, and just left the room. Outside the room, Shane was waiting for him. "Let's go to the bridge," he said.

"Okay." Shane replied and they left the hall.

They arrived at the bridge soon, and only Steven stepped out of the car. He looked around and spotted Dua who was staring at the water, and mistook her to be Diane.

With little anger bibbing up in him, he approached her. "What are you doing here?" He asked, and Dua thinking the person behind her was referring to someone else didn't give any response. She just stared at the water.

"Answer my question," he said again but was given no reply.

"I'm talking to you Diane!" He grabbed Dua's hand roughly, making her turn to him.

He looked at her head to toes and was a little surprised by her appearance. She was wearing a pair of shorts that stopped at her knees, a top, and a long sleeved shirt that wasn't buttoned, with a pair of cheap canvas on her feet. Her hair was black and all tied up into a small ponytail.

"Ouch," Dua felt pain from his rough grip. "Don't you think it's rude to harshly grab a lady's hand like this?!" She tried to free her hand from his tight grip and he scoffed.

"Why did you call me here?" He asked, his voice sending chills down her spine, but she was too confused to be intimidated by him.

"Call you here?" She was confused. "I don't even know you. Who are you?"

"Save me this drama, I don't have time for it," he said.

"I don't have time for this too, so please let me go," she pleaded with him.

"Oh," Steven scoffed. "I get it now. You're trying to avoid this wedding," he said and Dua's ears rang.

"What wedding?" She yanked her hand off his hold.

"If you're trying to avoid this wedding by stoopping this low," he looked at her head to toes, "then you're very cheap."

"Meet me in the car," he turned around and began walking away.

Dua was frozen, she couldn't understand what was going on. But she unfroze with Steven's words ringing in her ears, "you're very cheap." Her hands balled into fists, and she swung at him.

Steven being skilled felt the difference in the breeze, he turned around swiftly and caught her fist.

"How dare you call me cheap?!" She yelled.

"If you aren't cheap, then what are you? Cheaper?" He smirked and she threw another punch with her free hand.

He caught her punch, put her hand over his shoulder, and before she could process what he was trying to do, he carried her across his shoulder and began to walk to his car.

"Let go of me." Dua struggled with him, punching his back and kicking his abdomen where her legs reached.

Seeing that it didn't work, she shouted, "Help! I'm being kidnapped!!Somebody help!!"

He bundled her into his car before she could create a crowd. But she wouldn't stop screaming.

"Shut the fuck up!!!" He yelled at her, his deep voice vibrated in the car, and she kept quiet.

"Why are you kidnapping me?" She said.

"Kidnap you?" He scoffed, "why will I do that?"

"Why else, to take advantage of me and then sell my body organs, she replied, and he laughed sarcastically.

"You're beautiful, true. But you're not my taste. If I had a choice, I'll never agree to marry you," he said. "But then, I think your body organs will worth quite a lot," he smirked. "How healthy are your kidneys, liver, lungs and heart?"

What he said triggered fear in her heart, and she turned to the door and began to bang on the window, "someone help! Help me, please!!!

"Save your strength because no matter how hard you scream, no one outside will hear you. And no matter how hard you bang the window, the glass won't break," he smirked.

"Sorry to interfere into your discussion, Miss Diane..." Shane was saying from the front seat.

"Diane?" Dua cut him in. "I'm not Diane, I'm Dua," she replied, taking them aback for some seconds.

"Now I understand you guys, you're not trying to kidnap me, you're mistaking me for someone else," she said.

"If you're someone else, then who's the person in this picture?" Shane passed his phone to her.

Dua looked at the picture on the phone and was shocked to her bones, "this is me, but how?"