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.
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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 the name “demon eyes”. All her life she has never felt any love from her family.
She was interrupted in her thoughts by her elder sister Kate.
“ Hey demon girl, are u still in the room, go and do the dishes now” Kate screamed at her.
“ I am sorry, I am going to do it now,” Allison replied.
“ Get out, you're an eyesore “ Kate hissed harshly at Allison as she went back to her room.
Allison quickly went to do the kitchen to do the dishes where she ran into her parents.
“Oh it's the pest again, why are you here?” Her mother asked her harshly.
“I just….” Allison was cut off by her father
“Oh please save us the drama and get to work “ her father said as he left with her mom.
Allison whimpered in tears as she gathered her dishes into the sink and washed, She cried till her eyes got swollen and red.
Mr and Mrs wither walked into their bedroom in anger, just an encounter with their youngest daughter always got them in such a mood.
“ I have had it to my neck, you have to do something really fast” Mrs wither screamed out in anger.
“ I have an idea” Her husband smiled as he looked at her.
“ What could possibly be the plan to get rid of Allison ?Even her name left a salty taste in my mouth, ” Mrs Wither replied.
“A slave master will arrive tomorrow in Europe, I will love to deceive her into thinking she is going to learn trade but we would sell her off ” Mr wither smiled while looking at his wife.
“ ohh my, I love this plan, we will get rid of her and receive money also. I love this plan” she replied laughing hysterically.
After doing the dishes, Allison went to the garden, this was her calm place. Whenever she felt low of energy, the smell of the grasses and beautiful blooming flowers always helped to calm her down. She felt at peace, she fell asleep outside on the grass.
Allison felt someone shaking her, she opened her eyes and saw her mom.
“ Hey honey, it's a beautiful day today and guess whose birthday it is?” her mom said in a sweet angel voice. Allison was confused in all your eighteen years of life, her mother has never talked to her sweetly.
“Honey, why are you staring at me like that, it's your 18th birthday, my baby is so grown" .Her mom said as she walked out.
Allison ran to her room and took a hot bath. The water on her skin felt magical. She wore a beautiful pink dress with petals because today was her birthday.
“ Hey Allison, there are pancakes with syrup on the table and happy birthday sis” Kate told her with a smile.
“Oh thanks K” Allison replied.
Allison wondered what's wrong with her family, everybody is so sweet and loving today, yes today is her birthday but on her birthdays she was never treated like this, not that she was complaining, it was just weird. Her thought was interrupted by the sound of the door. As it opened her father stepped in with an unknown man.
“ This is Tristan Gale, his guest, treat him nicely”. Mr Wither told his family.
“ Good morning Mr Tristian” Mrs Wither smiled as she offered Tristian a handshake.
“ Thank you for the warm welcome” Tristian smiled at the family as he took a seat.
“These are my kids, the eldest is Kate and the youngest is Allison” Mr wither smiled as he introduced his kids.
“ Good morning sir” Allison and Kate said in unison.
“ lovingly kids you have I must say” Tristian told Mr wither.
“Oh thank you, please join us for breakfast” Mr wither said as he instructed his wife to take dishing the meals.They chatted as the ate, Mr Tristian told the
family about all his adventures, Allison was captivated she always wanted to go on adventures.
“ Oh my goodness, you must really enjoy traveling a lot, my youngest daughter Allison loves adventures too.” Mr Wither told Tristian, Allison never knew her father noticed she wanted to be an explorer.
“ That's really lovely, you're just lucky I am about to live in South Italy on another one of my adventures. Would you love to follow me?” Tristan smiled as he looked at Allison. Before she could respond, her dad cut her off.
“ of course she would, thank you so much Tristian for this opportunity she has always dreamt of leaving England”. He said sweetly, smiling at Allison.
“Ally dear wouldn't you love to finally cross the border out of Europe”. Her mom told her with smiles. The last time her mom called her Ally was on her 5th birthday.
“Mom I would love to go but..” Allison was cut off by her dad
“ no but, you can always come back home when you feel homesick”
“ Okay dad I would really love to go with Mr Tristian” Allison replied.
“ Oh dear don’t worry I will take care of you, go get your things, we leave immediately after breakfast. I have a flight to catch” Mr Tristian said with a pleasant smile.
“ Why are we leaving in such a hurry?” Allison asked
“Oh darling, Mr Tristian here is a very busy man, so don't worry about anything, okay.”
“Okay mom,” Allison answered happily as she dashed to her bedroom. She packed all her pretty outfits, she personally loved fluffy dresses. She wondered which country they would head to first, she has always dreamt of seeing the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Kate laughter,
“ Ally are you done” Kate asked her,
“Yes I am, let me just zip the bag” Allison said as she smiled at her sister. She quickly zipped her bag as they took themselves downstairs.
“Oh my darling I will miss you so much, remember to call us okay” her mom said with sad eyes.
“ Of course I will mom, it's only for a week I will be back before you notice” Allison smiled as she looked at her parents. Her mom said nothing as she hurriedly walked them outside to the door.
“I will miss you Ally, I mean who would be washing the dishes?” Kate asked with a harsh mocking laughter but Allison ignored it.
“Stay safe and listen Mr Tristian okay” her dad pleaded as he hugged her.
“Thank you Mr and Mrs wither for your hospitality, I will do well to take care of her. Allison get in the car let's go” Mr Tristian said as he walked to his car. Allison hugged all her family members promising to call as she ran to the car.
“Put your seatbelt on” Mr Tristian said to Allison harshly.She nodded as she fixed her seatbelt properly. The mood in the car was tense and awkward, so Allison tried to make small talk.
“So today is my birthday, I am turning eighteen” she said with a smile.
“Nobody cares” Mr Tristian hissed at her. She felt scared as she turned her eyes to the streets, from the little she knew,they weren't taking the route to the Airport. Allison felt scared but tried to be positive because Tristian is her father's friend, maybe he wants to take something from his hostel.
“ Where are we going please?” Allison asked, looking frightened.
“Let's get the rules straight, don't fucking ask me any questions, don't talk to me again” Tristian replied with a full blown rage in his eyes as he glared at her.
Allison stared out the window, her heart was beating like a drum, she knew hatred when she saw one, she knew that Mr Tristian didn't like her. Then why did he ask her to follow him on an adventure.
Tristan glared at the streets as he drove with full speed, this is the part he hated more in his job,when the girls being sold out ask stupid questions. Jeez get a grip, your family obviously sold you out,he thought as he glared at the whim of a girl he bought.
She had pale skin, men loved that kind of woman so he knew she would fetch lots of money, he smiled as he drove to his warehouse; where he kept some other girls he bought.
“This place looks deserted, please why are we here” Allison asked as Tristian practically ignored her. She felt anxiety rush over her.
“Please Mr Tristian tell me …” her speech was cut off by a slap struck straight to her face.
“It's not even 30 minutes and you're already breaking my rules” Tristian said as he dragged Allison by the hair into the warehouse.
“Ouch please it hurts stop it” Allison screamed out in pain. Tristan dragged her hair harder so that her scalp turned red. Allison saw huge men dragged in black with tattoos all over their skin, they held guns.
“ Good morning boss, is that the last package ? ”. One of the mean looking men asked Tristian.
“ Yes, tie her up together with the rest of the girls we are leaving tonight” Tristian asked as he threw her on the floor.
Allison stared at them confused, what package, what girls,why is Mr Tristian being mean. The mean looking man dragged her off her feet as he dragged her by the arm into the warehouse, Allison was struggling.
“ Mr Tristian what's going on ?, please let me go, let me go” Allison screamed at the mean looking man as she kicked and struggled.They buff looking men all laughed at Allison.
“ Okay let me enlighten you about your new status “ Mr Tristian said looking at Allison dead in the eyes. Allison noticed she needed to know what was going on.
“Your family sold you to me for 2 million dollars, so technically you belong to me. I am your master, you obey my rules and your name will no longer be Allison because you have lost that privilege. Your name is number 15, that's your new identity”. Tristian said amusement.
“ It's a lie, you're a liar, my parents will never sell me out ” Allison said with tears full in her eyes. Everyone laughed at her oblivion, they found it amusing anytime a new slave was betrayed by their families.
“As I said before nobody fucking cares about you. Take number 15 inside” Tristian said as he entered his car and drove off.
The revelation that she was now a slave, sold into captivity on her own birthday, was too much for Allison to bear. The crushing reality of her situation engulfed her, a wave of despair washing over her.
Her breath came in shallow gasps as her mind reeled, unable to process the enormity of her fate. Her body began to tremble, a cold sweat beading her forehead. And then, the world seemed to spin and sway, her vision darkening at the edges.
With a fina
l, shuddering breath, Allison succumbed to the overwhelming emotions, collapsing into a sea of unconsciousness
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
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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
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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
Everywhere was silent, the only sound being the droplets of David's blood falling from Allison's body. Romario gazed at her with concern, as she looked emotionless, her eyes vacant. “This should remind you of the importance of loyalty in this family. You are all dismissed,” Master Terrone told his servants, who turned to leave. But Allison didn't move, still in shock. “Le...let's go, please,” Emily stammered, trying to pull Allison up from the floor, where she had collapsed. 'Leave her and get lost,' Romario growled, tired of Emily's teary eyes. Emily nodded and ran off, probably to cry."Here's an edited version of your paragraph with some minor adjustments for clarity and flow:"Ken, clean this mess," Romario instructed, dragging Allison by her dress into his room. She remained silent, tears streaming down her face. Romario smiled, reveling in her distress. "Sit," he commanded, motioning to his bed. Allison didn't budge, still crying, her body covered in blood. With a sigh, Romario
The words I just heard made me feel tense and lost. My mother, who we all thought was dead, was back. And I knew she wanted revenge. My mother, from the powerful De Luca mafia family in Mexico, was forced into an arranged marriage with my father. It was a union built on duty and responsibility, not love. She had betrayed the family by falling in love with someone else, and my father friend, Jose, had shot her in the chest after killing her lover."I know you're shocked, but I had to warn you, your mom has gone crazy," my dad announced, his voice trembling as he took shaky steps upstairs.I sat frozen at the dining table, unable to move. Then, my phone rang. I hesitated, seeing an unknown number, but I picked up anyway. "Hello, my betrayal son," my mother's voice said, her words dripping with malice. My heart stopped. I heard her mocking laughter. "I'm going to make sure you all suffer as much as I did." She promised, her voice cold and calculating, before ending the call.I felt shive
ALLISON POV I slowly opened my eyes to find myself nestled in Romario's bed, my face buried in the warm nook of his neck. His hand rested comfortably on my waist, a gentle reminder of his presence. This had been our sleeping position for weeks now, and I couldn't help but savor every moment of it. The familiarity of his scent, the rhythm of his breathing, and the security of his embrace all combined to create a sense of tranquility I'd never known before."Pet, are you awake?" Romario's low, husky voice snapped me out of my reverie, sending shivers down my spine.I stretched my body like a languid cat, arching my back and extending my limbs. Then, I turned to him, my eyes locking onto his. "Good morning, Master," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Romario's gaze held mine for a moment before he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. His lips lingered, sending warmth spreading through my entire body. Then, he stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and headed to the bath
THIRD PERSON POV An unsettling silence enveloped the manor as Jose stormed out, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. Romario swiftly intervened, dispersing the gathered maids back to their duties.Meanwhile, Leonardo rushed to Tristian's aid, helping him up from the floor where Jose's violent outburst had left him with a broken nose."Let's get you to your room," Leonardo suggested.As they navigated the corridors, Romario's mind reeled with questions. Who was this Gracia that Jose had passionately referred to as his "everything"? Why would Jose have someone else when he and Tristian had been together for over twenty years?Upon reaching Tristian's room, Leonardo gently laid him down on the bed."Thanks for your help, you can leave now," Tristian said.Romario's eyes widened in disbelief."We're not going anywhere until you explain what just happened," Romario insisted.Leonardo nodded in agreement, but Tristian's expression remained resolute, his eyes guarded."It's none of your bu
ROMARIO POVI sat at my desk, engrossed in paperwork, when a knock interrupted my focus."Come in, the door's open," I muttered, not bothering to look up.Ken pushed the door open, escorting a shivering man into my office.My brow furrowed in confusion as I set aside my pen."Who is this?" I demanded, eyeing the trembling individual.Ken stepped forward."This is the gold dealer, Boss," he replied.My expression transformed into pure rage as I rose from my chair.This was the man responsible for jeopardizing our alliance with the Genovese family.I strode toward him, my voice menacing."So, you're the one who thought he could deceive me," I sneered.The old man quivered."We paid you for the purest gold, yet you delivered fake," I accused.He shook his head frantically."I swear on my life, I gave your second-in-command the real gold chain," he pleaded.I scoffed at his feeble attempt to deflect blame."Your life was forfeit the moment you decided to double-cross me," I growled.The m
ALLISON POV "Get your lazy bones to work!" Mera snarled, her sharp tone slicing through my thoughts like a razor. I shot her a withering glare before trudging towards the kitchen, tasked with preparing breakfast alongside Emily. My feet felt heavy, weighed down by the turmoil brewing within. As I walked, I made sure to steer clear of Master Romario's path. For over a week, I had been avoiding him, haunted by the head maid's ominous warning: "He'll discard you like the others." Those words echoed in my mind like a malevolent mantra, fueling my deepest fears. What if I wasn't enough? What if Romario tired of me, just like he had with the others? The kitchen's warmth enveloped me, but my thoughts remain icy. "You're burning the sausages!" Emily shrieked, rushing to extinguish the flames dancing in the pan. I apologized profusely, my face burning with embarrassment, as I opened the windows to clear the smoke. Emily's worried gaze met mine, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?
ROMARIO POV I woke up to the warm sunlight peeking through the blinds, illuminating my lavish bedroom. Stretching my arms, I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Today was the party in Mexico. My mind drifted to Allison, my pet. Lately, she'd been avoiding me, and I couldn't understand why.As I packed my bag, my thoughts lingered on Allison's captivating eyes. What had driven her away?Just as I zipped my bag shut, a knock at the door broke the silence."Boss, your private jet is ready," Ken, my pilot, announced."Give me a sec," I replied, grabbing my bag.I took one last glance around the room, ensuring I hadn't forgotten anything."Ready," I said, opening the door.Ken nodded and took my bag. "We need to move if we want to make our Mexico City deadline."I nodded and followed Ken out the door.The warm sun hit me as we stepped onto the tarmac. My sleek private jet awaited, engines humming."All set, boss?" Ken asked.I nodded and boarded the jet.As
Leonardo POV My mind was filled with rage was I saw my brother, Ramiro sharing a kiss with Kate, I felt like slamming him into a world but I just ignored both of them and left to the front yard. I rushed into my car and drove out of the manor, the guards at the door were giving me weird stares but I paid them no mind. Life wasn't fair to me at all. I am Leonardo Ndrangheta, the second son of Terrone Ndrangheta, the useless son as most people like to whisper behind my back. I have always lived in the shadow of Romario, he is better than me in every aspect, and that infuriates me.I drove to the nightclub, “Favre” is the most popular club in this side of Italy, the owner is my bestfriend; Vinnie Paz. As I moved inside the club making sure to avoid the sweaty bodies, I made my way to the VIP section and sat there. I called the waiter to give me his strongest drink, I had also drank four shots of tequila when Vinnie rushed to my side and seized the fifth glass. “Give it back!” I push
Allison POVWeeks have passed since Venita's death, and while Master Romario tries to hide it, I can tell it still affects him. However, he seems to have moved on. As I cleaned the sitting room, Kate glared at me, but remained silent. When I mentioned her threats to Master Romario, he told her to leave me alone, and she's been doing that for over a month now. I've almost forgotten she lives in the manor.Today, I noticed Kate was having issues with Master Leonardo, who's been giving her icy glares all morning. "Master Leonardo, here's the water you requested," I said, handing it to him. He took it and drank, then smashed the glass on the floor, startling Kate and me. "That's how shattered I feel because of you!" he screamed at Kate before storming out.Kate rolled her eyes completely looking unfazed by his actions, and muttered, “he's such a drama queen”. I cleaned the broken glasses making sure none pierced into my skin. Kate concentrated on her movie and kept laughing completely
Romario POVI sat in the police van, my hands cuffed behind my back, struggling to understand the surreal situation. Venita's sudden death didn't make sense, and I couldn't believe Officer Naveen had arrested me for her murder. The throbbing headache worsened due to the siren noise, making it hard to think clearly.My dad tried to reassure me, "Stay strong, Mario. I'll call Steven and he would sort this out." I nodded, overwhelmed by the pain and unable to respond. I glanced at my pet, seeing tears fill her eyes, and muttered to myself, "Don't cry, baby. Pretty girls should never cry." But I knew no one heard me. The events of the past few hours seemed like a blur, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I knew I needed to stay strong and focus on clearing my name, but the pain and uncertainty made it difficult to think straight.Officer Naveen exchanged words with my dad before we drove off in the police van. I leaned my head against the window glass, staring at the passing
Allison POVAs I toiled away on that sultry afternoon, the scorching sun beating down relentlessly, I was utterly drenched in sweat by the time I finished clearing the field. With Matilda absent, having ventured into town to attend to some grocery shopping, Anastasia and I were paired together on duty. “Shall we proceed to lunch?” Anastasia suggested, her voice a welcome respite from the heat, and I nodded in eager agreement. We gathered our equipment and began making our way towards the dining room, the promise of a cool, shaded reprieve beckoning us like an oasis.En route, we encountered Lori, our newly appointed head maiden, whose countenance, as usual, betrayed a subtle yet unmistakable disapproval whenever she laid eyes on me. Though her lips remained sealed, refraining from any overtly disparaging remarks, her frosty demeanor and surreptitious glares spoke volumes when she assumed no one was paying attention. Given her close affinity with Anastasia, I judiciously maintained a