Mistakenly Kidnapped the Vengeful Billionaire

Gabby's POV.

"Hi there, gorgeous. Would you mind if I joined you?" I heard someone ask from my left.

"I apologize, but I'm waiting for someone," I answered with a smile, and I noticed how my smile affected him.

Since I walked into this bar, I'd declined so many offers that I've stopped counting them.

I was able to gain entry into one of the country's most exclusive and difficult-to-access bars thanks to my connections.

Therefore, the vast majority of patrons in this establishment are people of high social status, or financial means, or possibly both.

Actually, I wasn't lying when I said that I was waiting for someone earlier when I was approached by those guys who were trying to hit on me.

I was really waiting for someone, but it seemed that I was just waiting in vain.

I've been in this bar for almost two hours now, and I've already drunk three glasses of orange juice since I don't really drink liquor.

After thirty minutes had passed, my hopes of finally meeting that person had begun to fade, but I had faith in the information provided by my source that he would be here.

My information comes from a person who worked for the same company as my source. As a result, he is in a position to know where his boss spends most of his time, and he claims that this is his boss's preferred place.

I told myself, with a sense of disappointment, "Maybe he's not really coming," and I was about to ask for my bill when my gaze moved to the entrance of the bar. I became ecstatic when I finally saw the person I'd been waiting for since the moment I walked into the bar.

When I turned my attention to the newcomer, it felt as though the entire world had come to a stop.

Because he was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, it should come as no surprise that almost all of the women in this bar were looking at him with such longing in their eyes, while the men are looking at him irritably, feeling envious of his attractiveness, and the fact that their dates are looking at the newcomer.

At the age of twenty-seven, he already had a solid reputation.

At his young age, he had already established his empire, and he is already one of those few billionaire Filipinos making a fortune with his diverse range of businesses, which include mobile networks, some of the most famous resorts both in and outside the Philippines, five-star hotels, and restaurants all over the world.

It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that almost everyone is interested in learning more about him and, even more so, in getting closer to him. However, I am not one of those people.

I will freely admit that I was keeping an eye out for him, but that has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I wanted to establish a connection with him to receive something favorable from him.

"Finally," I thought to myself, with a satisfied smile on my lips.

My eyes never wandered as they meticulously tracked every step he took. Because of the self-assured manner in which he carried himself, it appeared as if he was the owner of this establishment.

It's possible, though, that he was actually the owner of this bar, which shouldn't come as a surprise given how wealthy he was.

I tried to ignore the anxiety in my heart that still lingers in my chest. I prepared myself for this day, and there was no turning back now that I was looking at my target: Jayden Andrada.

He looked like he just got out of a fashion magazine. Life isn't really fair because Jayden had the looks, the body, the power, and the money.

All these traits are sure to get him any woman he wants, especially gullible ladies, who would fall for his trap.

"But it doesn't give him the right to use and abuse someone else's innocence," I thought, and because of that thought, the anxiety miraculously disappeared, like it was never there in the first place.

Getting into this bar is hard, but getting his attention is even harder, considering that all the women in this bar are swooning over him, trying to get his attention.

Not just ordinary women, but women who are well-known in the country. Models, actresses, and socialites are all vying for the attention of one of the most eligible bachelors, so how can a mere me get Jayden's attention?

"You waited for this day, Gabby; there's no turning back," I told myself.

I decided not to approach him yet, but instead to watch him as he settled into the VIP section.

I noticed that there were already a handful of girls who tried to get close to him, and by the way, their bodies moved, I'm guessing they wanted more than just to introduce themselves, but as soon as they were two feet away from his spot, his bodyguard would immediately stop them.

I can't blame them, since Jayden Andrada is really oozing with sex appeal, and if you're not careful, you might be consumed by it.

"Waiter!" I finally called the waiter who'd been assisting me, and when he saw me calling, he immediately walked toward me.

I had to lean closer for him to hear me, and when he finally caught my instruction, he looked at me with disbelief on his face, looking at me as if I was crazy.

I didn't waste any time and handed him two thousand pesos, which is equivalent to almost forty dollars.

I couldn't stop feeling regretful since those two thousand were worth my two days' work, but I knew that for my plan to work, I needed to spend a lot.

I've actually already spent a lot of money ever since I started planning for this, from the money I paid for the information about Jayden's whereabouts, to this expensive dress and shoes I'm wearing, to my hair and makeup.

I even bribed the bouncer at the door just to get in, but I knew it would all be worth it once I was done with my plan.

When I finally saw the waiter I bribed walking toward Jayden's table, I couldn't help but smile. I also noticed the expensive wine he was carrying.

Another expense that I needed for my plan to work, but it doesn't mean I'm ok with wasting my money.

I tried my best to mutter a seductive smile when I noticed he was looking in my direction while the waiter explained to him that I bought the liquor for him.

I felt a little queasy, particularly in my stomach, when our eyes finally met. The way he looked at me was as if he was trying to discern everything about me, and I was worried that he would probably see through my plan, but I felt relieved when I noticed him smiling, and at the same time, I was shocked to see his seductive smile.

It was fortunate that the distance between us was wide, or else he might have noticed me being dumbfounded.

That kind of smile should be banned for causing so much ruckus inside me, particularly in the pit of my stomach. It was as if there were butterflies in my stomach.

I tried to stop the urge to run away when I noticed him standing up and walking in my direction.

His eyes never left me as he made his way to my table, and I tried so hard to compose myself, in fear that he realized that I was already freaking out.

I need to maintain the facade that I am a confident, sophisticated rich girl who happened to be interested in flirting with him.

I secretly took a deep breath before he finally reached my table, and the good thing was that it helped me to calm down.

"Hi, gorgeous," he said in his husky voice, while a sexy grin was on his lips.

"You're not too bad yourself," I teased and invited him to join me.

I tried to conceal my surprise when he suddenly sat on the chair next to me.

I wasn't expecting him to sit so close to me, and I could already smell the sexy combination of his cologne and manly musk.

"By the way, thank you for this," he said while raising the glass of liquor I ordered for him, which the waiter I bribed served.

"You're welcome, and I hope you had it to your liking," I answered seductively while batting my eyelashes at him.

"Anything from you, love, it will be," he said with his baritone voice, taking a sip from his glass.

"You're spoiling me," I said, while gently hitting his masculine arm, and goodness, his biceps are ripped.

"You're worth spoiling, babe. By the way, I'm..." he tried to introduce himself, but I decided to beat him to it.

"I already know who you are," I interrupted, and when I noticed his brows furrowed, I decided to continue speaking.

"You're Jayden Andrada. I mean, who wouldn't know the most handsome businessman in the country?" I said, noticing his face lit up and the crease on his forehead disappeared.

"You're making me blush," he answered while chuckling.

I highly doubt that he is capable of blushing, especially since I was pretty sure that he's used to hearing compliments.

I introduced myself as Andrea, which, of course, is a bogus name, I can't let him know who I really am, or it would jeopardize my plan.

This guy is really a charmer. No wonder my sister and the other women could easily be manipulated by someone like him. Almost all women might fall for his charisma, but not me.

He chose to share a table with me as he began his magic flirting with me, and just as I had planned, I pretended to be interested and so into him, even though deep within me I wanted to slap him for what he did.

As time goes by, the time is getting late, and as I conversed with this man, I learned a great deal about him.

He really has a great sense of humor, and I really enjoyed talking to him. If I didn't know him for who he truly was, then I might actually like him.

I couldn't deny the effect that his presence was having on me. With just a simple touch, I could feel my hormones reacting, and I needed to remind myself that he was just a good-looking jerk, who tends to break any woman's heart if given a chance.

I was surprised when I looked into his eyes, and I could already see the ember of desire in his eyes, making me aware that I was not the only one being affected by the touch.

A few more minutes had passed when he suddenly brought his face closer to mine.

I was expecting him to kiss me, and honestly, I didn't know how to react to that, but before I knew it, I found his lips close to my left ear, and I tried to ignore the feeling of loss when he didn't kiss me.

"Don't you feel that this place is getting too crowded?" He asked in a hoarse voice, making it clear that he was already feeling lustful.

"My thoughts exactly! Do you have any place in mind?" I asked.

I seductively moved my lips near his right ear, and to make him more aroused, I gently bit his ear, awarding me with a gentle moan from him.

"In heaven," he answered, with so much desire.

I was already expecting it, but it didn't prepare me for the intensity I would feel hearing him say that.

I felt a shiver down my spine when I saw his intention in his eyes, but to be honest, not in a scary way.

He immediately called for the waiter, and when he was about to pay our bill, I beat him to it and paid the tab myself.

"This is my treat," I answered, maintaining the seductive smile on my red lips.

"You actually have my two firsts," he said, chuckling, while I paid for our bill.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

At first, I thought that he was probably talking about having sex because I'm well aware that he's no virgin.

"It was a first for me to receive a drink from a lovely lady like yourself, and the second would be to allow a lady to pay for my tab. You're not just like any other girl I met," he said with so much interest.

A satisfied grin appeared on my lips. when I heard his compliment.

"Of course! Because I have to be different from your average woman, "I thought to myself.

I acted nonchalantly while paying our bills, but deep down it hurt me to use my credit card. I seldom use it, but because I wanted to get even, I was forced to swipe my card.

After paying our bills, Jayden and I decided to leave, Jayden didn't hesitate to pull me closer to him, which is why I could feel his hard body, probably from working out in the gym religiously.

Even without looking at my surroundings, I could feel the gazes of the people inside the bar, and just because I was with Jayden Andrada.

On the way out of the bar, he continued to give me gentle kisses on my neck, which made it hard for me to concentrate on walking and to concentrate on my plan.

"Should we use my car?" I asked.

"Nah... let's just use my car," he answered, which was good since I was just lying.

I don't have a car, and I came here in a taxi.

I pretended to dial a number, which was supposed to be my driver. I instructed him to pick up my car.

I knew that for Jayden to be interested in me, just looking good wasn't enough; I also needed to act like I was one of them, meaning that I also came from a wealthy family.

I'm not a socialite or a heiress to a huge company, I'm just a mere bank teller, working for an above-minimum salary.

We continued walking while his hand was still on my waist until we reached his car.

"So, where are we..." But before I could finish what I was about to say, I was immediately cut off when he suddenly captured my lips, kissing me with so much desire, and oh man... he really is an excellent kisser.

I was already feeling delirious because of how amazing his kisses were, and if I didn't remind myself, I would probably forget everything and allow this man to take advantage of me.

It was a good thing that my reason and self-control were still intact, so I managed to free myself from him.

"Woah! Hold your horses' loverboy, we have a lot of time for that," I said with an unsteady voice, which gladly went unnoticed.

I need to keep reminding myself what kind of man Jayden Andrada is, and what he did to my sister.

"What can I do, you are so irresistible that I couldn't stop myself. If truth be told, I want to take you here right now," he said with a mischievous smile on his face, and I could tell that he was seriously considering it, making me both scared and excited at the same time.

"You're such a joker. You know we can't do that. Many people could see us," I said.

He said, "That can be worked out," and before he could really think about it, I decided to go ahead with my plan.

"I'm a bit thirsty. Do you have water?" I asked, faking thirst.

"Sorry, I don't have any," he answered, clearly confused by my sudden change of topic.

"Just wait here, I will just buy water," I immediately said, and without waiting for his response, I immediately left him.

"Don't leave!" I heard him say, but it only fell on deaf ears as I made my way to the bar. Instead of going inside, I just walked to the side of the bar and retrieved the bottle of water I prepared earlier.

I immediately returned and handed Jayden one of the bottles of water I was holding.

"Sorry about that. Drink this first so it will calm your libido," I said playfully.

"That would never happen, Andrea, especially since you're with me," he said while leaving gentle traces on my exposed leg.

I nervously glanced his way as he started to remove the cap from the bottle, and it felt like ages when he finally drank the water inside.

He finished drinking the whole bottle, and then he handed me the empty bottle, looking at me with the same desire on his face.

"Shall we go?" He asked.

"Sure loverboy, bring me to heaven," I playfully answered.

Gabby's POV.

My face broke into a triumphant smile while I was riding in Jayden's car, and when I checked on him, I saw that he was still deeply asleep.

I mean, how is it possible for someone to function normally after consuming bottled water that has drugs in it?

Who would have guessed that it would be this simple for Jayden to fall into my trap and that all it would take to fool him is a pretty face?

I could still remember what happened earlier. After a few minutes, when he drank the water I handed him.

"Are you alright?" I asked, trying to sound worried when I saw how drowsy he looked.

I could tell that he was making an effort to fight off the sleepiness that he was experiencing, but I also knew that he was already losing the battle.

He responded, "Yeah, I'm fine; I'm just a little dizzy," while he was still attempting to keep himself awake.

He was probably under the impression that it had something to do with the hard liquor he consumed in the bar, but he was completely mistaken about that.

"I think you should stop the car, and take a rest first, it would be dangerous if you force yourself to drive in this condition," I said pointing to the side of the road.

"I guess you're right," he responded, and then he decided to park the car on the side of the road.

"Just give me five minutes, and for sure, I will be ok," he said, and he didn't wait for my response as he finally closed his eyes, intending to take a nap.

I gave him a gentle shake of the shoulder after a couple of minutes of waiting before I attempted to wake him up, but he didn't even budge.

"Jayden? Jayden?" I tried calling his name several times, but he still isn't waking up, which makes it absolutely clear to me that the drug I used finally worked, and there's no way that he could wake up any time soon.

"Perfect," I muttered.

I quickly got out of the car and went to the driver's side, where I attempted, with a great deal of difficulty, to move Jayden from the driver's side to the passenger's side. This was quite a challenge because Jayden is quite large in comparison to the size of my body, so it was difficult for me to move him.

If the information provided by my dealer is accurate, Jayden will probably be asleep for at least six hours, which will provide me with sufficient time to drive to my destination, which is only a four-hour drive away.

"Don't blame me, Jayden Andrada; you brought this on yourself," I said as I reached for the back of the steering wheel.

After wasting no more time, I went ahead and started the ignition, and after a few minutes had passed, we were finally on our way to the place where my plan would be carried out.

I continued driving until the sun finally showed its first rays of light. At that point, it had already been a couple of hours, but Jayden was still sound asleep and showed no sign of waking up just yet.

To tell you the truth, I was having a wonderful time on my drive thanks to the breathtaking scenery and the fact that the temperature wasn't particularly hot. Because of this, I made the conscious decision to roll down the window glass so that I could take in some of the cool, fresh air.

We hadn't been to Zambales in a long time because Aunt Annette's family, my mother's sister, has a house there but no one lives there because her family migrated to the United States two years ago, so I thought of using that place to put this monster who was still unconscious, still unaware that I had duped him to make him pay.

As I drove on without making any stops, I kept thinking to myself, "No one can mess with my sister and get away with it."

It had been such a long time since we went to Aunt Annette's resthouse that it was challenging for me to remember the way to their land.

Several times, I decided to stop and ask for directions. I was worried that someone might recognize Jayden, so I decided to hide his face by putting a piece of clothing I found in the car over it.

When I saw the brand of the shirt I was going to use to cover his face, I couldn't help but smirk. The price of this shirt is almost exactly the same as my monthly salary, which is something that really irritates me.

I really despised wealthy people, especially those entitled ones. I have worked in a bank for a couple of years now, so I have worked with a variety of wealthy people, and the majority of them are either snobs or self-conceited, and they act like they own everything and are above everyone else.

I had some wealthy suitors, but I would always reject them on the spot because I don't trust them and I know that the only thing they want is to spend one night with me, which would never happen.

For me, rich people are meant for rich people, and the same thing with poor people, they are meant for poor people as well.

My sister had made the fatal mistake of falling in love with a wealthy man, and I didn't want to repeat her mistakes.

"Where are you, Melchora?" I couldn't stop myself from being worried for my sister.

She's been missing for five days after she told me how her boyfriend played her for a fool.

She preferred to be called Mel, rather than Melchora, because, as she explained to me, she felt that her given name sounded too heroic.

Because her name was derived from that of one of our heroines who lived during the time of the Spaniards, Melchora Aquino, she decided to go by the name Mel instead of Melchora.

My mother was opposed to the idea of giving me the name Gabriella, which is the name of another notable woman from our past, Gabriela Silang. As a result, my name was changed to Gabrielle, which I consider to be a more contemporary form of the name than Gabriela.

Well, going back to my sister, we're both different people, in terms of preferences and choices in life.

I'm just a regular girl who isn't interested in rich people or their possessions in any way, but Mel isn't like me in that aspect at all.

As much as I hate to say this, Mel is quite ambitious and wants to be married to someone wealthy.

Because of this, she decided to quit school and concentrate on her modeling career, where she knew she would have the opportunity to meet extremely wealthy men.

I tried to talk her out of it and show her why it wasn't a good idea, but she didn't listen and kept on her way to becoming a model anyway.

She started when she was eighteen years old, and now that she's twenty-four years old, she has become more determined to find a rich future husband.

She explained to me that being a model doesn't last very long, so to secure her financial future, she needed to find a wealthy future husband as quickly as she could.

I remember that when she went home the previous month, she was so ecstatic because, according to her, she had finally found the man who she wanted to marry.

Even though I tried to force her to tell me the name of this man, she flatly refused, telling me that it was not yet the perfect time to ask her about him.

At that very same time, she decided to finally move out and live with her boyfriend, and since she was older than me, I had no choice but to give her my blessings.

I thought her relationship was going well because she didn't show up or call for almost two weeks. So I was very surprised when she came home very drunk and kept saying her boyfriend had played with her and cheated on her.

It was really difficult for me to understand the name that she kept mumbling, so I asked her several times to tell me the name of her boyfriend because it was really hard for me to understand the name until finally, I was able to decipher the name. At least I think that's what it was.

"Aidan... Aiden... Jayden Andrada!" She shouted, followed by a series of cries.

I couldn't help but feel bad for my sister because I'd never seen her in such a depressed state before, and it was all because of that jerk, Jayden Andrada.

"Jayden Andrada," I muttered, feeling like I heard that name before, and then it hit me.

I find it hard to believe that Mel's new boyfriend is the billionaire, Jayden Andrada since almost everyone has heard of him, especially after a well-known lifestyle magazine in the Philippines featured him in an article about eligible bachelors.

Among the individuals whose names appear on the list are Xavier Fajardo, who recently tied the knot with the stunning Ayesha Santillan, and Romano Santiago, who recently tied the knot with Atilla Cervantes, the sister of another billionaire named Henry Cervantes.

After a while, I noticed that she had fallen asleep because of her grievance, so I just let her rest, but I was very surprised the next day when she was no longer in his bed and only left a short note saying that she would look for her boyfriend. This should not be too difficult to do because almost all of the press followed Jayden's movement wherever he went.

It's been a week since then, and I still can't reach Mel via her cellphone. Because I was so worried about her well-being, I decided to plan an abduction for her boyfriend, Jayden Andrada.

I spent two days getting ready for this plan, and it was a stroke of luck when I happened to become acquainted with Jayden's secretary, Amy, who also happened to be my client.

As soon as I learned that Jayden Andrada was dating my sister, I began questioning Amy about her boss, inquiring about his preferences and the kinds of things he typically does.

She was completely mistaken in her assumption that the reason I was asking those questions was that I was interested in her boss. However, I chose not to correct her because I was concerned that she would refuse to provide me with any information if she realized that I was conducting this questioning to carry out my plan to kidnap her boss.

It was because of Amy that I learned about the bar where I met Jayden. She told me that Jayden usually goes to that bar before leaving the country for a business trip.

My train of thought was derailed when I felt my passenger move, and I could feel my heart racing when I thought that Jayden was about to wake up and figure out what I was up to.

Fortunately, he didn't wake up, so I was able to drive in peace, but because of his sudden move, the shirt covering his face fell, which gave me a glimpse of his handsome face.

I couldn't help but keep looking at his face, and without even realizing it, I found myself reaching out to touch his face, particularly his lips, which I had only a few hours earlier had the pleasure of tasting.

It was as if I could still feel his expert lips kissing me with so much passion, and it took a great deal of self-control on my part to refrain from kissing him again.

"What are you thinking, Gabrielle," I scolded myself, and after that, I continued driving.

When we finally arrived at our destination, thirty more minutes had passed, and the area was surrounded by large trees.

It is fortunate for me that I have already been here a few times because it will be difficult for anyone else to locate this location if they are unfamiliar with it.

I picked this location because it's ideal for my scheme, and even if Jayden tried to yell for help, no one would be able to hear him here because of how secluded the place is.

We're in the middle of a forest anyway, so this is really ideal for my wicked plan for revenge.

It wasn't too difficult to get there by car, but carrying an unconscious Jayden up the stairs to the room on the second floor was probably the most challenging thing I had to go through.

I was gasping for air when I finally had him lie down in bed.

I am only five feet and six inches tall, whereas he is over six feet tall, and his body is extremely well-built as a result of frequent visits to the gym.

After taking a moment to gather my composure, I eventually removed the two handcuffs that I had brought with me, placed them on both of his hands and then placed the other ends of the handcuffs on the pole of the bed.

I also tied both of his feet to the opposing poles, just to make certain that there was no way for him to get away.

"Perfect," I silently muttered between breaths, when I finally saw my handiwork, and after that, I decided to go to the kitchen to make myself something to eat.

It is no wonder that I am so hungry because I haven't eaten anything since last night. In addition, I am aware that once my prisoner wakes up, he will most likely be hungry and want something to eat.

I gave Mel's number one more try, but the same thing happened; I was unable to get in touch with her. I couldn't find any other way to reach her.

"Where are you?" I exclaimed in frustration but decided to stop, and then my eyes moved to the still-sleeping Jayden.

"Just stay there, don't go anywhere," I chuckled, knowing that even if he wanted to leave, he couldn't get away from me.