Blake slowly woke, and she hoped what she just experienced was just a nightmare.

Her hopes were dashed when she opened her eyes and found herself in a strange bedroom. She sat up in shock, her heart racing, as she flew out of bed to look out the window for any clue where she might be, but only sees green grass and a beautiful garden.

She searched for her purse in hopes that she will have her cell phone, but she can't find it. She paced the floor in her bare feet, not even knowing where her shoes are located. She tried the door and was surprised to find it unlocked.

She cracked it open only to find an empty hallway. She then tiptoed out, trying to be as quiet as possible. The large wide hallway has many turns, but the grand staircase wasn't hard to find.

She slowly walked down, trying to be careful not to make any noise. A creak on one of the steps stopped her, causing her to look for any strangers.

Gina set the photo album down "Mateo, I think she's awake." They both slowly stood and made their way out to the staircase to find a scared and untrusting Blake.

"Ros..Dr. Russo, welcome to Chapman estates." Mateo said in a soft voice.

"Welcome home, Darling." Gina stood there with tears of joy in her eyes.

Blake looked at the handsome couple, and there's something about the woman that calms her, but still, she obviously didn't trust her situation.

"I'm sure you have many questions. Please, come down, and we can have a chat. I have some things to show you." Gina said.

The friendly woman called for someone named Mary, and asked for tea to be served in the study.

Blake hesitantly walked down the steps and the woman held her hand. "I'm Gina Chapman, and this brute is my husband Mateo. We are your godparents, and we are so happy to have you home. Please, have some tea with us, and we will have that long-awaited chat." Gina said.

Gina led Blake to a study where she found herself in a room that looked like it's been turned upside down. Books and photos were scattered everywhere.

"Please don't mind the mess, I'm putting together some photo albums for you. Please, have a seat." Gina offered, and Blake hesitantly sat.

"Mateo and I were trying to figure out who you look like the most. I see so much of your mother in you." Gina said.

Mary walked in with tea and biscuits. Gina pours Blake a tea and handed it to her.

"Your parents are the reason Mateo and I met. Your mother was my closest friend my entire life, and your father was Mateo's. They were so in love, and you were the center of the world. After their deaths, I wanted to keep you and raise you as our own, but I wasn't allowed that opportunity." Gina took a deep breath, the memory being too powerful at the moment.

"Who killed my parents?" Blake asked without hesitation.

"We don't know for sure. It could have been the left, but we've never known the whole truth. I can say, whoever it was, knows you're here, and has demanded that we follow through with our plan. They want to make sure you do not inherit the Romanov title of Duchess, which by the way, puts you in danger. We did receive a warning just this afternoon." Mateo answered.

"What exactly would that plan be?" Blake asked.

Gina grabbed a photo and moved closer to Blake kneeling on the floor. She showed her a picture of a toddler with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting on a woman's lap, with an infant in her arms. "This is our son, Henry. He's a year older than you. See your gray eyes?" Gina pointes. "They are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." She said, and Blake does recognize they are like her own.

"We merged our two companies with the promise to have you wed our son on your 18th birthday. This would make you safe. Your parent's murder put a halt to that union until you sent in for that DNA test. The night of your parent's death, you were given to the American government by MI5. We had no control over the matter, and you were literally ripped out of my arms." Gina released tears and it tugged on Blake's heartstrings. Blake is confused, scared and unsure who to trust.

"My wife is trying to say that you must marry our son. It's for your own protection. He's considered a commoner, and he holds your inheritance along with your safety. It was your parent's last wish." Mateo said.

Blake looked skeptical. "I've already married an American." She said.

"Not in God's eyes, dear. You must be married in a Catholic or Lutheran church. You were not and a legal marriage doesn't count if it's not approved by the church." Mateo continued after a small pause. "My son has many flaws, but he is a good man. We don't expect a love story, we just want you safe in his home, with his last name. A marriage in God's eyes to our son will release you from any Romanov hold they may have on you. We made this promise to your parents, and we will keep you safe if it's the last thing we do on this earth."

"What about my sister? My life back home?" Blake asked

"We can send for her, she's being watched by the American government. Probably CIA, and she is safe, you can always practice medicine here. Your father had a great reputation as a surgeon. I'm sure with your inheritance and your family money, you will have no problem starting a practice here, in London." Mateo assured her.

"No, don't send for her, but can I call her?" Blake asked.

"Of course, you aren't a prisoner in our home, and we believe after the ceremony tomorrow you should be safe enough to venture out." He again assured her safety. "Agent Bradford left your purse in the dressing room my wife set up for you, and your puppy is safe with our own Newfies." He addsed

She smiled at the thought of Shadow with his own kind. Maybe they will teach him some manners but then again she just wants to go home and get away from the insanity of what she is learning.

She sat with Gina, and they looked over old photos and videos. Mateo excused himself and went outside to make a call.

"Son, this is my second message. Rose, I mean, Blake is here and is very scared. It would help her to meet you before tomorrow, please return my call." Mateo ran his hand through his hair out of frustration.

After a day of choosing her new wardrobe, and having dinner with the Chapman's, she finally retired to her bed. She called Justine and left her a voicemail letting her know she was okay. She laid awake most of the night wishing it all would just go away. How much is she to believe? What did she do to deserve to be kidnapped and told such stories?