Allison POVIt's been weeks since Rosita's untimely demise, to say it's been hard to cope without her was a understatement. Emily, Anastasia and I found comfort and solace in each other. And this week I was slowly finding my joy and feet back again. "Allison, focus!" the head maid scolded, as usual. I just laughed it off, thinking that some things never change. I was clearing the fields with Matilda, since Maria had been absent for weeks. It was odd, but I didn't want to concern myself with that right now. After finishing my task, I watered the garden, which Matilda had trimmed that morning. As I entered Master Romario's room, I couldn't help but smile a little. He had suddenly become a source of comfort instead of fear. I knocked twice, and when I heard "come in," I entered. Romario's chiseled, tattooed chest flashed before my eyes, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "My face is up here, pet," Romario teased, chuckling at my embarrassment. He turned to select his suit for work
The fire crackled and hissed in the hearth as Mr wither paced his study, seething with rage. His wife, Mrs Wither, sat opposite him, her face pale and drawn. "She is a disgrace to our family," hissed Mr wither his voice laced with venom. "She is ugly and disgusting,she has always been a jinx, she has done nothing but bring misfortune to us." His wife nodded silently, her own heart heavy hatred."I think it's time to get rid of her, I am tired of looking at her demon eyes?" she said quietly. “We can't kick her out of the house, people would see us as irresponsible parents. I promise you we will get rid of her soon” Mr Wither answered his wife. The Wither family concluded on getting rid of their younger daughter Allison wither..................Allison sat in her room, drowning in her own self pity, her life was a mess, she was constantly bullied because of her Heterochromia. She was pale with long blond hair, her left eye was ocean Blue while her right eye was amber green, it got her
She opened her eyes, confused and disoriented, the grim realization of her situation flooding back to her. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, and she struggled against her restraints. The air felt stifling and heavy, the light dim and shadowy. As the details of the room swam into focus, she remembered the fateful words of her captors: her own parents had sold her into slavery. A wave of anguish and despair washed over her, and she let out a choked sob as the full weight of her predicament bore down upon her.She tried to make sense of the situation but couldn't, how could her parents do that to her? She knew they never loved her but to sell her out on her birthday after acting all nice and sweet was absolute cruelty.“Don't waste anymore of your tears, you will need the strength tonight when they start moving us” someone said in the dark. Allison searches for the voice, but all she can see is darkness.“Don't be frightened, I am like you too, my name is number 10” the voic
The auction house fell into a chilling hush as the tattooed man approached Mr. Tristian, the tension thickening with each ominous step. The audience watched in breathless anticipation as the man stopped before the slaver, the silence screaming of untold dangers. Allison's eyes darted between the two, a single whisper escaping her trembling lips, as if to plead for mercy or solace. But the words were lost in the deafening silence, as the tattooed man and Mr. Tristian engaged in a hushed exchange, the cruel masters of Allison's fate. Blinded by the suffocating blindfold, Allison stumbled forward, each step a reluctant surrender to the cruel fate that awaited her.Mr. Tristian, the slaver, led her towards the mysterious man whose presence radiated a bone-chilling aura. The tattooed man, a picture of darkness and dread, loomed over Allison as Mr. Tristian delivered his cold-hearted proposal: “This is a new girl. Untrained. We beg for your understanding, Sir, should she fail to meet yo
Allison’s POVWith each of Nathaniel's calculated strides, a dark thrill tingles through my core, and that menacing smirk of his—dear god. His fingers, a vice of power and finesse, cinched around my neck, the pressure a symphony of pleasure and pain.“You see what you do to me, my little pet,” Nathaniel growled, a feral edge to his voice, sending a chill down my spine as he tightened his grip ever so slightly.“Master,” I moaned, unable to hold back the pleasure-pain that sang through my veins as I bit my lip to muffle the sounds spilling from my mouth.Nathaniel chuckled darkly, his arousal grinding against my thigh. “Do you want to see what you've unleashed?”.“I want to hear you, my little pet,” Nathaniel purred into my neck, his voice an aphrodisiac that coursed through my veins like molten desire. My dress hit the floor, baring my naked body to his hungry gaze, and I shivered under the intensity of his stare.Nathaniel’s smirk morphed into something far more dangerous—a look of p
Romario’s POVI sat in the leather chair, its soft embrace a stark contrast to the harshness of the man before me. A dead body lay on the ground, blood slowly seeping into the cracks of the floor."You've failed me," I said, my voice low and deadly. "And now you will pay for your mistake.”"Please, Mr. Romario. Please, have mercy," the man stammered, his eyes wide with fear. But I felt no mercy for those who crossed me. It was a rule I had instilled in my men from the moment I took the reins of the family.I rose to my feet, my tailored suit a silent reminder of the power that coursed through my veins. "Mercy is for the weak, Luca. And you are weak. Weakness will not be tolerated in this family."With a flick of my wrist, Luca's fate was sealed."Ken!" I barked at my second-in-command, my voice laced with disgust as I gazed at the worthless blood spreading across my tiles. "Clean up this mess, now!"Just then, my servant rushed in, phone in hand. "Boss, a call for you."I snatched the
Katherine’s POVMy eyes widened in horror as the gun went off, and the guard crumpled to the floor, his lifeless body surrounded by a growing pool of blood. I was paralyzed with shock, my mind reeling from the brutality I had just witnessed."Nobody touches what's mine," Master growled, his voice dripping with authority and menace. The remaining guards cowered, their faces etched with fear as they begged for mercy."Why should I show you mercy?" Master sneered, his eyes cold and calculating as he stalked them like a predator. "We didn't know he would dare do that," they pleaded, tears streaming down their faces."You're on mining duties," Master decreed, his voice devoid of empathy as he dragged me back inside the house. I was still reeling from the violence I had witnessed, my anger simmering beneath the surface.Master's eyes locked onto mine, a mocking glint in their depths. "That's it, no thank you, Master?" he taunted, his smirk infuriating me. I bowed my head, forcing out a meek
The room fell silent, with all eyes on me, and I understood their shock. As someone who doesn't care about anyone outside of my family, my actions seemed suspicious, to say the least. I continued eating my dessert, unfazed by the attention.My dad cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "We all know Mario is very possessive of his properties," he said with a scoff, and the room erupted into laughter. Jose nodded in agreement, chuckling. "I remember when he was 12, he beat up the boy who asked Namiro to be his friend." The laughter grew louder, but Leonardo's gaze remained fixed on me, his expression disbelieving.I smirked at him, pleased that his smile had disappeared. "So, you guys are just going to ignore this?" Leonardo asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "Doesn't it seem suspicious to you?" He glared at everyone, but they just continued laughing and chatting, brushing off the incident as irrelevant."Come on, Leo, don't be ridiculous," Namiro said, her voice laced with anno