Alisha sighed as she heard his words, sounding like he wouldn't let her go and stick to his point until she allowed him to check her wounds and bandage her.She scooted a bit closer to him and stretched her neck forward so he could see her forehead and the side of her face that got injured when he smashed her into the wall that day.To be true, it didn't hurt as much as it did when she woke up from the coma now.“That's like my girl,” Alice praised as he started removing the bandage from her forehead.‘Not your girl though,’ she remarked in her head.After unwrapping the bandage, he looked at her head; the wounds were better than before.And why wouldn't they be? When she was in a coma, he made sure to apply ointments to her face and head.“I think this doesn't need a bandage; I will just apply antiseptic. It's nearly healed already,” Alice spoke as he creased the wound, feeling pain inside his heart because he caused the pain to her.He did feel good when he hurt her in anger and sho
"Alisha, come here this instant! What in the world are you up to?" a lady's voice resounded through the house.Alisha's excitement reverberated as she shouted back, "I'm coming, Mother Mary."As an orphan, Alisha always affectionately referred to Mary as her mother, for Mary had showered her with love and care, treating her as her own flesh and blood."Hurry, my dear. Today is your first day of college!" Mary's voice resonated once again, urging Alisha."I'm on my way! Just give me a moment!" Alisha swiftly responded.Adorned in a cute pair of shorts, a matching crop top, and denim shoes, Alisha descended the stairs and inquired, "Mother Mary, who were you shouting at?"Mary scolded her, "You little rascal! You're going to be late!"Curious, Alisha asked, "What does 'rascal' mean, Mother?"Deep in her thoughts, Mary sighed and prayed, "This child is so innocent, may God protect her from the cruelties of the world.""Nothing, my dear. Just drink this juice!" Mary replied.Alisha made a
"What the hell did I tell you? I want that scoundrel dead! If you fail to accomplish this, you shall face dire consequences!" Alice screamed, his anger boiling over. Without waiting for a reply, he abruptly ended the call.With an impassive expression, Alice greeted his mother, "Good morning, Mom.""Good morning, son," his mother mirrored his demeanour, responding in a calm tone.Taking his seat, Alice observed as the maid served the food, accidentally brushing him."How dare she touch me without permission?" his mind screamed, filled with outrage.He was not like those frivolous billionaires who indulged in promiscuity. His disdain for women extended to physical contact.Swiftly, he grabbed a knife and slashed the maid's arm, bellowing, "How dare you lay a hand on me! Leave this place before I sever your arm from your body!"His mother, taken aback, asked, "Why do you behave this way, Alice?"Alice turned to her, devoid of emotion, and replied, "Mom, I despise it when any woman touche
"Why am I doing this?" Alice wondered aloud as he carried the girl to the bathroom."A maid could have done it, but she would have touched her. I didn't want anyone to lay a finger on my angel," Alice thought, his voice brimming with concern and protectiveness. "What on earth is happening? Why is this crossing my mind? She is not mine.""No. She is yours," his conscience chimed in."She is not," Alice retorted, his voice filled with denial."So why do you want to bathe this girl? You know she wouldn't appreciate it," mocked his conscience. "A man cannot simply bathe any girl if she is not his."Alice pushed aside his thoughts and firmly resolved, "No. I am only doing it for her sake, as she needs a bath, her unconscious body reeking of blood."With determination in his voice, Alice brushed away his conflicting emotions as he entered the bathroom and prepared a soothing bubble bath for her. As he undressed both himself and the girl, he couldn't help but notice how delicate she was. Her
In the morning,Alisha woke up feeling as though she was in someone's embrace, only to find herself face to face with a man.Overwhelmed with grief, she cried out, "Who killed my Lucky? And why am I only wearing a shirt? Where are my clothes and undergarments?" Her tears flowed uncontrollably as she believed that her love had been taken away from her.Startled by the sound of her cries, Alice jolted awake from his sleep and angrily shouted, "Who dares to wake me up? Do you want to die?" Hearing his harsh words, Alisha's tears intensified, and she sobbed even harder.Alice strained to listen to her cries, and amidst the sound, he realised that he had his angel right there with him. Her voice, even in distress, was like music to his ears. Without hesitation, he gently lifted her onto his lap, disregarding the slight lift of her shirt caused by his sudden action. With a commanding voice, he asked, "Why are you crying, Angel?""Let me go, you murderer! You killed my love." Alisha cried out
"Thud."Alice rose to his feet, his hand connecting with Alisha's cheek in a resounding slap. With a firm grip on her hand, he pressed her against the wall, his voice seething with anger. "How dare you leave," he exclaimed, his voice laced with fury.Confusion clouded Alisha's face as she asked, her cheek swollen from the impact, "Is this some kind of truth or dare game we're playing?" She struggled to comprehend the sudden assault.Frustration etched on his face, Alice retorted, "Damn it, why do you have to be so clueless?" His voice dripped with exasperation.Defending herself, Alisha replied, her voice filled with determination, "I'm not clueless. I'm right because you said 'how dare,' but we're not playing a game, so why would I dare? Yeah, I have to go."Alice sighed, his mind swirling with questions. "Why does she have to leave?" he wondered, his thoughts racing.His conscience taunted him, reminding him, "Because she doesn't belong to you. She can go wherever she wants. What do
"Darling, take this first aid kit", Alice's mother tenderly passed the first aid kit and softly urged.With utmost care, Alisha led Alice to the sofa, then knelt before him to attend to his injury. As she tended to his wound, Alice's gaze never left her."She's my guardian angel. Unfazed by my blood staining her dress, she cares only for me," Alice pondered, looking at her with newfound admiration.Alice's mother noticed a longing in his eyes, something she had never seen before, a desire he kept hidden. She understood he yearned for this girl, yet she feared that his darkness might consume her purity."If Alice truly desires something, he'll stop at nothing to attain it," she thought, her mind troubled by it.Once Alisha had finished dressing Alice's wound, she gently declared, "Alright, I must be on my way now. Mr. Alice, promise me you won't harm yourself or others."Alice snapped out of his daze, but her words ignited a storm of anger within him. "How dare she lecture me as she lea
"You can't hide anything from me, you know," his mother states. "I'm your mother, and I can see that you feel something for her, something you've never felt for anyone else."Alice leaves without a word, his mother's observations weighing heavily on his mind."I may have made a mistake by involving that girl. Perhaps she doesn't deserve to be protected by someone like him. If fate brings them together, I'll leave it to destiny to decide. It's hard to coexist with Alice," His mother sighs, thinking.In his office, Alice's anger intensifies as he begins hurling objects around. His previously injured hand, tended by Alisha, starts bleeding once more.Sitting on the office floor, Alice contemplates his feelings. "I want her. I want her in my life. That foolish girl has made me fall for her."He questions himself, "Do I love her? No, Alice, what's happening to you? Why have you fallen for someone so half-minded?"Closing his eyes, he reflects, "It's only been three hours since she left, bu