Alice doesn't want to overwhelm her with the fact that he literally has the details about her before he even gets his hands on her. From the orphanage to every detail, but that detail now seems somewhat lacking. The way Alisha experiences episodes and displays different traits, along with her few likes not mentioned in the file he acquired.He needs to confront his assistant to demonstrate how incomplete information can lead to dire consequences."You're right. I don't know a lot of things about you, but perhaps I can learn them eventually, as we spend more time together. I'll get to know you better over time," Alice says with a radiant smile.Alisha feels like she's lost in his smile. She's never seen him smile like this before, especially at the beach, where his expressions appear softer, and his smile gives him a pleasant look."That's correct. You don't know everything. I'm not even sure if I want to spend more time with you. I'm only here because I don't want Mother Mary to se
Alisha's eyes widened as she registered that he had just said he loved her.She had never had a boyfriend, but she knew what love was.It's selfless.The same kind she showed to her Mother Mary and the orphanage kids.How could he love her? He had just hurt her, and now naming it as love was something beyond what she could comprehend.Alice didn't react to her words, knowing she wasn't lying about her feelings on the topic love. He didn't know how to do it.But somehow, what he felt about her fell under love.Maybe in his own twisted way.He wouldn't argue with her about what he felt or what it should be called.That wasn't him. He could only express his feelings in one word.He couldn't explain it in the same way of love she wanted from him.“I do love you, sweetheart. That's why, despite disrespecting me so many times, you are still breathing just fine. I don't think anyone else would be doing that if it weren't you,” he explained, his hand grabbing hers as he played with her finger
Alisha looked at him, hearing concern in his voice. "Yes, I'm feeling much better than before.""You don't seem okay. If you feel anything strange, I can take you to the hospital," Alice said, keeping his eyes on the road."Why didn't you take me to the hospital when I was in a coma for two days?" Alisha asked, curious about his sudden concern.She had been unconscious for two days, yet he hadn't taken her to the hospital during that time.And now that she was feeling better, he was saying she didn't look good, which seemed like an odd observation to her.Alice's throat went dry as he struggled to find an excuse.But deep down, he knew there was none. What could he possibly say?That he didn't want anyone else to touch her?Or that he didn't call Edward because then his mother would find out about them?In both cases, it was purely selfish."You're fine now. I don't think it matters whether I took you to the hospital or not," Alice said, his gaze fixed ahead."That's such a relief. I'
Alisha closed her eyes to hold back her tears.She hates feeling like crying when she doesn't understand things, and there are so many things she doesn't understand.But at least she doesn't cry about all of them.In this situation, however, she wants to cry and seek peace in Mary's arms.That's all she wants.She feels scared and tormented by Alice's presence, and his manipulation only makes things worse.He's becoming more unpredictable with each passing day, she feels.‘Save me. Please, Mother Mary,’ she whispered to herself, hoping Alice wouldn't hear.Who knows if he did hear her? He might just throw her out of this moving car."Here we are," Alice announced as he parked the car, snapping Alisha back to reality.Alisha looked at the huge and lavish penthouse.It was beautiful from the outside and even more stunning on the inside.Under different circumstances, she would appreciate the place.But not now, not when she felt like she was imprisoned here.She opened the door herself,
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
“We can talk about that when I come back. Just don't worry. And what is this old hag lady doing with you? Don't tell me she's in our house. Throw her out now,” Alice narrowed his eyes.“I am not an old hag. You are a psycho,” Mary stated in an angry, loud voice.“I can hear you. Don't scream in my ears,” Alice answered lazily.Alisha looked at the banter Mary and Alice were having.She didn't know why she found it way funnier than the situation even was.They both were talking as if they were friends.“I am going to scream all I want. Just bring my daughter back, or I am not leaving your house,” Mary retorted from the other side of the phone.Alice's lips curved into a smile. “I will think about it. But maybe you need to work on your tone, or else it might offend me and I won't come.”The threat was evident in Alice's words, his choice of words and voice all calm. Still, any sane person could hear the underlying stress.“What is your issue with my daughter? Why do you have to do this?
"Angel, you'd better not spit everything out, got it?" Alice threatened as he parked his car in front of his house.All his thoughts lingered with the fact: what if she spilled about the blow job thing? That would be so shameful."I don't spit; I only talk. It's bad to spit anything on anyone," Alisha answered, her happiness evident on her face.Alice just looked at her lazy eyes; her words and what he said both made such different sense.But as usual, in her head, she would make so much sense."Don't talk about whatever happened in these past three days. Do you get it now?" Alice clarified.He got out of the car and opened the door for her. Alisha stepped out, and they both started walking.His heart beat fast, thinking about what she might reveal to everyone, because clearly, he didn't want the dick-sucking part, maybe coma one too.Knock! Knock!He knocked on the door, both standing in front of it.The door opened, Daisy and Mary standing in front as if they were waiting for them.
Alisha, Daisy, and Mary all looked at Alice as he spoke.“I want to marry,” Alice dropped the bomb, causing everyone's eyes to widen.“Who?” Daisy asked, her intuition already guessing Alice's intention.But she was shocked that he wanted to marry, clearly feeling like she might have a heart attack.Her weak heart couldn't handle her son dropping bombs like this.“Alisha, I want to marry her,” Alice pointed his finger towards Alisha.He had been thinking about it all night yesterday.That's how he came up with the idea that if he married her, she would be with him, and he wouldn't have to stress about kidnapping her or worrying everyone.At least his mom would be at peace, and so would his heart.Because he knew Alisha was meant for him, so marriage would solidify their relationship, and that would be the best.“Are you out of your mind?” Mary asked, her voice rising, and her blood pressure spiking.She couldn't believe her ears that he had just said he would marry her daughter.Alish
Alisha raised her head, her doe-sized eyes filled with terror and innocence simultaneously, met his gaze.Shock etched on her face as she struggled to decipher his words, aware they carried more weight than they seemed.“I said stand up, sweetheart. Did you hear me?” Alice commanded, one eyebrow raised, jaw clenched.Too weak from standing too long, Alisha felt immobilised.It wasn't just fatigue, but fear rendering her unable to move; the metallic tang of blood assaulting her senses, the dampness on her neck and feet screaming of the dire situation.Summoning all her strength, she rose, keeping her gaze fixed on him, knowing any shift would only provoke him further.“You know what you've done wrong?” Alice's voice, cold as ice, pierced the silence.That's exactly how he sounded—cold and dangerous.Wrong? Alisha replayed the scene in her mind, struggling to identify her error.She couldn't recall any misstep; it was him twisting her words, unfairly blaming her and growing increasingly
“Ahhh!!!!!”Alisha screamed in shock as she fell to the floor, startled by the sudden sound of Alice punching the glass table, causing it to crack in the middle.As Alice stood up, his knuckles bleeding from the impact, he ignored the pain and directed his gaze towards Alisha, who was now on the floor with her hands covering her ears, looking pale and frightened.Internally seething with anger, Alice couldn't comprehend how Alisha could feel pity for someone else when she seemed to only harbour disgust and hatred towards him."What's wrong, Alisha? Why are you scared now?" Alice's voice was laced with bitterness as he extended his hand towards her, blood dripping onto the floor. "Don't you feel pity for me now? I'm bleeding too."He stared at Alisha with intense anger in his eyes, demanding an answer. "Tell me, don't you feel pity now? Instead of fear, you should be feeling pity for me because I'm bleeding more than that bastard guy you felt pity for.”Alisha felt a surge of fear and
‘Does he think I have no work?’ Alisha questioned herself, feeling hurt by his words.She did have work – she was a student and needed to study. But with him invading her life and not knowing when she would be able to return to her studies, more than a week had already passed.First, he took her with him and she went into a coma. Then, after she recovered, she couldn't leave the orphanage because Mary was selling the orphanage and they had to move out. And now, here she was again with him.He is parading her from his place to office, as if it's her who asked it.She wasn't free – she was literally forced into this situation. She didn't have her books or anything else to keep her busy. So, of course, she would appear idle.But what did he mean by saying she was "looking at people"? She had eyes, they were meant for observing. It was absurd for him to blame her for that. He couldn't make her feel any more annoyed than he already did."I have work too, Alice," she replied, her voice ting
‘Delusional?’ the voice in her head commented.Because that's the most sensible explanation. He sounds completely delusional, either unable to grasp reality or deliberately avoiding it.Who behaves like this, twisting words out of context and pretending they were the exact words spoken?"Now, can I go sit?" Alisha asked, annoyed, not wanting to continue the conversation. She'd had enough."Didn't you ask me earlier if I had an allergy, so couldn't you rub it? Maybe it'll make me feel better," Alice said, his eyes wide, giving her the most innocent expression he could muster.It was the same expression he always gave his mother, and now, to Alisha.These were the only two people he showed his inner child to, maybe with Alisha, he could show all his sides, even the ones he tried to hide from his mom."I didn't cause any allergies. I never touched you to cause it, so why would I rub it? And since when does rubbing heal an allergy?" Alisha asked, struggling to maintain her balance.Her fe
Alice looked at her, moving his chair in her direction, spreading his legs wide open, his hand resting on his thighs."What good?" Alisha's mind rang, not understanding what he was trying to praise, as there was nothing to be praised.It had been more than an hour, she stood like a statue, her eyes fixed on him, even though he wasn't particularly looking like anything interesting to look at."Do you know what you look like now?" Alice asked, sliding his hand up slightly, as if he might pull something out if he continued rubbing his palm on his pants like that."What?" Alisha asked, knowing there was no way to dodge it.The way he punctuated his words made it clear how he wanted her to respond."You look all mine, the way your eyes are on me," Alice stated, his voice thick and seductive.Alisha felt awkward seeing him rubbing himself like that and sounding so deep. "Are you feeling itchy? Are you allergic?"The words slipped out before she could realise."Do you want to rub me? Because
Alisha wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and disappear, but she kept them fixed on him, even as he sounded like a devil from hell.“I don't think it will end well if I have to repeat myself. It won't be 'sweetheart,' I can assure you of that,” Alice warned, waiting for her compliance.He knew she couldn't defy him, especially after witnessing his outburst firsthand. Despite any shortcomings, she understood better than anyone how to avoid pushing his buttons.Alisha cleared her head and looked at him, her breath caught in her lungs as if it couldn't reach her mouth due to the intensity of his gaze. Whether it was her imagination or reality, his eyes seemed darker, deepening her fear.“Keep standing here and keep looking at me, only me. If you move your eyes away, you'll face trouble. And I don't think you want that, do you?”Alisha swallowed hard, her throat dry with fear as she nodded slowly in response to Alice's question. “Okay”With a sense of resignation, Alisha kept her eyes locked
Alisha's heart raced as she jumped in her place, hearing his loud and anger-filled voice, not knowing what had made him angry at her when she hadn't done anything to provoke him.He looked at her in anger, without any reason, his eyes screaming that he would kill her and then eat her, without remorse.She gripped both sides of the couch firmly, feeling fear coursing through her veins.“Tell me, what are you looking at?” Alice asked angrily, his eyes blazing with anger.The man who was standing also started trembling. Without wasting a second, he left from there.“I... was…”“What did I tell you about stuttering in front of me?” Alice cut her off, hearing her stuttering fueling his anger further.Alisha closed her eyes tightly, feeling even the veins of her body pulsating too fast; she could hear them in her ears. That's how scared she was in the moment due to his presence, his eyes, and his anger.“Nah, you like it when you defy me, right? Open your damn eyes, Alisha,”Alisha immedia
"Yes, I am fine," Alisha snapped back from her trance, keeping her eyes on her lap.She didn't want to look at him with so many emotions swirling inside her head, making her feel overwhelmed."See Alisha, I know I am the last person you would trust to confide in, but if you feel anything is wrong, you should speak up. Even if I'm the last person you want to turn to, I'm still the only person you have, because you have no one else," Alice's words pierced through her thoughts.‘You are not the only person. You make sure of it by forcing others out of my life,’ Alisha answered silently in her heart.She didn't understand why he wanted to know if she was comfortable when he knew how his presence made everything worse. Suppressing the urge to say anything, she didn't want to break the fragile illusion he was trying to create.Alisha remained silent, her mind tangled in a web of conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being suffocated, trapped in a reality she never ask
After an hour, they arrived at his office.Alisha stopped crying, appearing much better than she had at home.He stepped out of his car and opened the door for Alisha. "Come down, sweetheart," he smiled, speaking softly.Alisha looked up, seeing him smiling and acting so gently, a stark contrast from his usual behaviour.Did he hit his head somewhere? She questioned internally."Sweetheart, come down," Alice repeated, noticing her lost in thought, gazing blankly at him.Alisha was startled by his voice. Without further delay, she exited the car and surveyed their surroundings. They were in what seemed like a parking lot.However, besides Alice's car, there were no other vehicles parked in the spacious area.His driver remained seated inside the car, as Alice was the first to alight."Shall we go, Angel? If you prefer not to walk, I can carry you again," Alice suggested, eager to lift her.He found it oddly satisfying to carry her in his arms, a source of amusement for him."No, I can