Unseen by Sebastian, Alethea—clad in a light green uniform—was bowing her head nervously, silently warning herself not to lift her gaze to look at her new employer, whose striking first impression had already left her in awe.Still frowning, Sebastian tilted his head slightly toward Pierre’s direction. “A woman?” he muttered, his tone laced with disdain.“You didn’t specify a gender,” Pierre responded in his usual flat tone, which only deepened Sebastian’s scowl as he questioned the assistant’s audacity. “And besides, she was the only one we could find on short notice who was willing to accept all of your... unreasonable conditions,” Pierre added in a whisper.Sebastian scoffed but refrained from further commenting. Instead, he shifted his attention back to Alethea. “Guide me,” he commanded coldly.Startled again, Alethea quickly tried to compose herself. The cold, curt demeanor Sebastian exuded was in stark contrast to his strikingly handsome appearance. It was certainly not the kind
"Where’s the bathroom?!" Once again, that cold, growling tone almost made Alethea’s heart leap out of her chest."S-straight ahead, Sir." Alethea stammered, then quickly explained how many steps Sebastian would need to take and where to turn."Can’t you speak without stuttering?" Sebastian said as he reached for the sink and placed his cane on it. "Do I need to ask Pierre to take you to a neurologist?" His large hand, with long fingers, pressed the faucet handle, and he began washing his hands with cold water."You’re not answering me?!" he snapped, frowning as he turned his face toward where Alethea was standing.Could he sense her presence? Did he have some kind of heat sensor to detect people? Those questions raced through Alethea’s mind as she watched Sebastian’s actions, which seemed so confident despite his blindness."N-no, Sir. I’m not stuttering." Alethea quickly responded, only to immediately regret it as her voice betrayed her with another stammer.She saw the thick, perfec
"Go to the kitchen and finish your lunch. I’ll call you if I need you," Pierre ordered, his words met with an eager nod from Alethea. Without wasting a second, she hurriedly left the man behind.After Alethea disappeared from view, Pierre returned to the bathroom where Sebastian was still enjoying his bath. The man still rested his head on the edge of the tub, but now his eyes were closed as if he were asleep.“You picked her on purpose, didn’t you?” If Sebastian’s lips hadn’t moved, Pierre would have assumed it was the sound of the wind. “You deliberately brought me a young, naïve girl like that one,” he continued, still without opening his eyes.“We didn’t have any other choice. She was the only one available at the time,” Pierre repeated the same answer he had given Sebastian earlier.“Don’t take me for a fool, Pierre.” This time, Sebastian’s eyes opened, and his sharp, accusing gaze locked onto Pierre. If Pierre were a stranger meeting Sebastian for the first time, he might have t
Sebastian don't need to be able to see to know that the sunlight has been replaced by the glow of the moon. The air had grown colder, and the sounds of animals around him made Sebastian realize that night had fallen. He now sat in what they called the backyard of the villa, lost in thought, reflecting on what Pierre had said earlier that afternoon. He wasn't naïve; he understood that the "needs" Pierre referred to were about sex—something he hadn't experienced in years. Just as his vision had disappeared, so had his desire. Sebastian was once a man with a normal, healthy sexuality—or at least, he used to be. He had been married and had a daughter whom he believed was beautiful, though he had never seen her. The accident that blinded him happened when his beloved wife was seven months pregnant. Did Sebastian get into the accident with his wife? Is that why he no longer desires women—because she died in the crash? I'm sure that's what you're wondering. Cliché. But that's not what
Sebastian stood up from his seat, trying to reach for his cane but frowned when he couldn’t find it."Where the hell is that damn thing?" he cursed in his mind. His hand groped around the table, but instead of finding his cane, he ended up knocking over his now-cold coffee."Damn it!" he swore out loud."Sir, do you need any help?"The curse and the offer were spoken at the same time—one from Sebastian, the other from Alethea. Annoyed, Sebastian turned his head in Alethea’s direction and, unexpectedly, snapped at the innocent girl."Can’t you see I’m looking for something? You should’ve offered before I spilled that damn drink!" he barked, making Alethea’s eyes widen in shock and her heart pound with fear."I-I’m sorry, Sir," she stammered, unable to say anything else. She couldn’t defend herself or offer any help. She had only come to the backyard following Pierre’s orders, as he had told her it was time for their master to go to bed. But who would have thought she’d be yelled at lik
Alethea quickly nodded and hurried toward Sebastian. Unsure of what to do, she mimicked Pierre’s earlier demonstration—bending her left arm so Sebastian’s right hand could hold onto her for support."I'll help you back to your room, Sir," she said softly. But Sebastian didn’t move, obviously because he couldn’t see what Alethea was doing in front of him. Pierre stepped forward, took Sebastian’s right hand, and placed it on Alethea’s folded arm."Lean on her and hold on tightly. She’ll get you to your room safely," Pierre said. Alethea responded with an eager nod.Sebastian smirked at the two people standing beside him. Deliberately, he tightened his grip on Alethea’s arm, making her wince in pain, but he didn’t care. He was already frustrated with everyone in this place, and Alethea had become his personal punching bag to vent his anger.Alethea struggled to keep her balance, biting back a scream each time Sebastian clenched her arm, nearly pulling her down with his forceful grip. She
Alethea's eyes widened instantly. Sebastian's grip on the back of her neck was so strong and the pressure of his lips on hers was painful. She tried to push Sebastian away but her strength was not enough to make him move. Instead of making Sebastian's body retreat, Sebastian wrapped his arms around Alethea's waist and pulled her up so that their bodies collided with each other and then the man slammed Alethea's body onto the bed so that Alethea was lying on her back and the man easily pushed her down and locked her body with his legs.Alethea struggled. She knew what Sebastian was going to do to her and she was terrified. Moreover, one of Sebastian's hands now managed to lock both of Alethea's hands above her head while the other hand locked Alethea's chin and continued to forcefully kiss Alethea's lips.Alethea tried to call for help. She tried to scream but when she opened her mouth Sebastian took the opportunity to deepen their kiss.Alethea struggled, she tried to move her face so
After hearing what Sebastian had done to Alethea, Helen hurried out of her room and made her way to Alethea's. She could hear the pounding on the door, the relentless twisting of the doorknob as Alethea desperately tried to escape, her panicked screams pleading to be let out.Helen wanted to help—either by unlocking the door or at least by going inside herself to calm the girl down. But before she could act, a firm grip on her wrist stopped her."Don't. Just leave her be," said the man who was both her superior and her husband.Helen turned to him, confusion in her eyes. Pierre answered her silent question with a shake of his head."Sebastian acted beyond what we expected," Pierre said as he gently pulled Helen away from Alethea's door, behind which the girl's cries for help still echoed."Did he really try to rape her?" Helen asked, needing to know. She was clearly shocked by the assault Sebastian had committed against Alethea. In all the time she had known him, Helen had never belie
"Pack up all of Shareeza's things," Sebastian ordered right after lunch."Papa?" Shareeza looked up at her father with pleading eyes. It was clear the little girl was reluctant to part with him. Alethea suspected that her reluctance had something to do with the pinch she had received earlier."Your mother is back, and you have to return to school," her father said, making the little girl's eyes well up with tears."I don't want to go home. I don't want to go to school. I just want to be with you," she said, still looking sad."Do you want to be a smart girl?" Sebastian asked, making Alethea suppress a quiet sigh.Why was "being a smart kid" always the go-to argument for adults whenever a child didn't want to go to school? Why didn't they ever ask why the child didn't want to go? A child refusing to attend school didn't automatically mean they were lazy or unintelligent. There could be a reason—a trigger—that made them reluctant to go. Maybe it was because they found the school environ
Alethea didn't clean herself in Sebastian's room because she felt unworthy. After wiping away her tears, she put her work clothes back on and tidied up the room as if nothing had happened. Once she was sure Sebastian's room was spotless, she took the soiled sheets out and headed straight for the laundry room.Fortunately, she didn't run into anyone inside the villa while she made her way to the storage area. Perhaps Helen had taken her place looking after Shareeza while she was away. As for Pierre, he would undoubtedly remain by Sebastian's side.After loading the laundry into the washing machine and turning it on, Alethea walked back to her room. Just like on the first night when Sebastian took her virginity, she scrubbed her body over and over again, washing herself harshly. But this time, she no longer cried.Sitting at her small vanity while drying her damp hair, Alethea studied her own reflection. Her face looked bare without any makeup. She appeared exhausted, with dark circles
"Don't you want to do it?" Sebastian asked when he didn't feel Alethea move, while the man's hand was still gently rubbing Alethea's back, seemingly coaxing."I-I've never done it, sir." Alethea answered honestly.She looked down, staring into Sebastian's eyes that seemed to be looking back at her even though she knew he could not see. Her gaze ended at Sebastian's pink lips and Alethea swallowed nervously."Just do as you wish." Sebastian said still in a coaxing tone while his thumbs began to move to rub the outer area of Alethea's breasts.Alethea bit her lower lip, but slowly lowered her head. Either afraid of Sebastian's tantrum or curious about the sensation, Alethea pressed her lips against his.It felt warm, and soft. Then, with curiosity, Alethea starts to kiss Sebastian's thin upper lip and suck on it. Sebastian's fingers squeezed Alethea's back impatiently.Moving her head to the other side, Alethea's lips take over Sebastian's lower lip. Sebastian held back his impatient mo
Sebastian's words lingered in Alethea's mind, making it impossible for her to enjoy dinner. Anxiety and dread gnawed at her, filling her thoughts with uncertainty about what the night had in store for her.Dinner passed in a blur. Alethea couldn't even recall what she had talked about with Shareeza. Her heart pounded harder every time she noticed the food on Sebastian and Shareeza's plates slowly disappearing."I'll take care of it," Helen said when Alethea reached for the dishes. Alethea looked at the older woman as if asking for permission to handle the cleanup, but Helen simply shook her head."There's no point in stalling. You already know where you'll end up," she said with a faint smile.Taking a deep breath and trying to hold back tears, Alethea made her way to Shareeza's bedroom. Sebastian was already there, sitting at the edge of the bed while Shareeza was wrapped snugly in her cartoon-themed blanket."Good night," the little girl said, surprisingly not asking Alethea to read
Alethea accompanied Shareeza as she played in the afternoon. Since Sebastian had forbidden them from playing on the grassy yard for fear that there might be another snake, they spent the afternoon in the living room, playing traditional games that Pierre had taken out from storage."What is this?" Shareeza asked when she saw a dark blue plastic congklak board in Pierre's hands."This is called congklak, Miss," Alethea informed her."Ohh..." she responded, nodding as if she understood. "And this?" she asked, pointing at a clear plastic bag filled with dried seeds."These are dried soursop seeds. Do you know soursop, Miss? The fruit with green skin and white flesh?" Alethea tried to explain. The little girl frowned and shook her head."Does it taste good?" she asked curiously."It's delicious. It's sweet but sometimes a little sour. It's usually great for making juice, syrup, or mixed into shaved ice desserts." Thinking about soursop suddenly made Alethea crave sweet and tangy soursop j
Alethea stepped out of the bathroom after hearing an impatient knock from outside—it was Helen."Was your stomach so bad that you had to occupy the bathroom all by yourself?" Helen asked curtly, eyeing Alethea, who still looked pale."Sorry," Alethea murmured weakly as she stepped out and held the door open."No need to apologize. I just need to use the toilet." Helen pushed past Alethea to enter. "Oh, and I've reheated your lunch. Eat it before it gets cold again. You know I hate wasting food," she added before closing the door and locking herself inside.Alethea took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, a faint smile forming on her lips.Even though Helen often spoke in a cold or even sharp tone, her actions clearly showed care. Alethea felt grateful, even if she never had the courage to say it out loud.She walked over to the bar table, where a steaming plate of rice and a large piece of spicy chicken sat alongside a glass of warm water.Sitting down, she pulled the plate closer, prep
Alethea opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. She frowned and sat up, only to realize that she was in her employer's bedroom."What happened?" she asked herself in confusion, rubbing her forehead. Her memory flashed back to when she was in the garden."A snake?" Alethea furrowed her brows. "Yes, a snake." Earlier, Shareeza had screamed the word snake, and in her panic, Alethea had jumped to grab Shareeza. However, the dizziness she felt made the world spin, and everything went black."Did I faint?" she wondered as she stood up. "For how long?"Alethea looked around for a clock in Sebastian's room but couldn't find one. She had forgotten that Sebastian disliked the ticking sound of a regular wall clock. He had also said he didn't need a digital clock because he couldn't see it. Instead, he usually checked the time using his smartwatch.Not wanting to waste time overthinking, Alethea decided to tidy up Sebastian's bed. As she lifted a pillow, she caught the scent of his
"Call a doctor here immediately," Sebastian ordered as he made his way to his room, noticing that Pierre had neither taken any action nor given any instructions."The nearest hospital is forty-five minutes away, Sir. And they're not your personal doctors whom you can summon whenever you want. If you want her to be examined, we'll have to take her there ourselves," Pierre replied in his usual flat tone."Then let's go now," Sebastian said, about to turn toward the door, but Pierre blocked his path."We'd still have to wait in line, and that would take a long time.""Then what do you suggest? Didn't you say she needed to be examined to find out why she fainted?" Sebastian snapped."Actually, I don't need a doctor to figure out why she fainted. But if you insist on having her checked, I already instructed Andrea to call a paramedic before telling him to take Alethea to her room," Pierre answered, still with his composed demeanor. The man was clearly much calmer than Sebastian, who couldn
The throbbing in Alethea's head turned into dizziness, causing her vision to blur. The increasing heat of the sun and the pattern in front of her made her feel nauseous.She placed her drawing pencil down and stopped coloring. Choosing to close her book, she noticed Shareeza looking at her with a puzzled expression."What's wrong? Are you bored?" Shareeza asked, surprised.Alethea smiled and shook her head but immediately regretted it as it made her head feel like it was spinning. Shareeza observed Alethea closely, then pulled out some tissue and handed it to her."You're sweating. Are you hot?" the little girl asked, looking at the thin cardigan Alethea was wearing.Alethea wiped her forehead with the tissue Shareeza gave her, but Shareeza had misjudged. Alethea wasn't hot; she was actually feeling a chill, and the sweat on her forehead was cold sweat, not the kind from heat."I'm going to get some water. Do you want me to bring you something from the kitchen?""Can I have some juice