CHAPTER 3

MIA'S POV

The ray of light seeped through the curtain into the dark room. My head was pounding from all the wailing from yesterday. I pushed myself up and walked to the bathroom to wash myself. 

I was still in my dress, I arrived home late and didn't have the energy to change. I stared at the mirror, I shrieked at the sight of my disoriented state. My hair was like a bird's nest, dark circles under my eyes made me look like a ghost. My face was swollen from crying.

I heard a knock on the door, startling me.

"Good morning Madam, breakfast is served.Mr Denver is waiting for you downstairs" a man's voice yelled through the door. 

"I'll be there, please give me some time to freshen up" I responded trying to brush my teeth. It seems he bought everything that I would be needing for my stay. How "thoughtful" I scoffed.

"That won't be possible Madam. Mr Denver is impatient, he waits for no one. l advice you come out now." He said. The fear in his voice made me roll my eyes.

"Tell your boss, I'll be done in a minute." I muttered giving no room for argument. Minutes passed and I didn't hear his voice. I sighed in relief and continued with what I was doing.

I wasn't his slave, and definitely won't succumb to his dominance.

After brushing my teeth, I took a long shower. I needed to clear my head. Walking out of the shower, I strode to the huge closet. My eyes bulged out when I saw the types of clothes.

There were revealing and extremely short, I couldn't wear any of them. Not for that pervert. I glanced over my shoulder and saw my dress, I grinned. 

The door slammed loudly against the wall, I jumped in fear. Denver looked pissed. He took a long stride and was standing in front of me. I was beginning to doubt if he was blind.

"What did I tell you about disobeying me? He asked through gritted teeth. He tugged my arm roughly and I screeched in pain.

"Let me go, you're hurting me" I tried to wiggling out of his tight grip. He pushed me and I fell on the bed making my towel fall to the ground. 

I swiftly pulled it back and covered my body. He leaned closer to me.

"Forget the fact I'm blind Mia, I see more than you do" He said, now irritated. "You don't want to know your place huh, I'll teach you how to fucking know your place " he yelled.

"Monster" my subconsciousness yelled back.

"Please don't hurt me" I begged. My voice breaking at the end .  

His whole body was shaking with anger, he had a murderous look. In a swift motion, he slammed his balled fist into the wall. I screamed in fear.

"Martha!" His voice thundered across the room. Like a flash, a petite woman in her mid forties rushed in. She looked at my trembling state and shook her head in pity.

"Take her to the maids quarters, she is to start work immediately." He instructed. "On no account will she be treated differently. She is now my personal maid".

My eyes bulged out. "No! No!! You can't do that to me. You can't! You can't!!." I repeated incredulously. That was insane.

"I suggest you follow me now madam!" She said, signaling me to keep quiet. 

He pulled me up, snaking his hand around my waist, crashing me onto his hard chest. The sudden movement sent tingles to my body. "I do whatever I please with you, Mia. Don't test my patience because I have none"…. He shoved me towards Martha. " Her job in this house starts now". He carefully walked out of the room with his cane.

I cried on Martha's shoulder. She kept whispering gentle words to me while stroking my hair. The harsh reality of my life flashed before my eyes.

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I took my time to explore the magnificent mansion. There was an in house pool, jacuzzi, and a huge library. I wondered what he needed the library for. A garden area where I immediately felt relaxed. The mansion had high security as it was heavily guarded by CCTV cameras and bodyguards. Being famous and wealthy means he was always prone to attack from his competitors and enemies.

"He is a good person," Martha said out of the blue. We were currently in the huge kitchen supervising other maids running around while preparing dinner. 

" The world he lives in made him cold. I have been with him and watched him grow into a man. I watched how the people he loved withered away like a flower" she added, sounding disgruntled 

"You are the only person that can help him, my dear child. Please save him before he completely ruin his life with his own hands" she begged desperately.

I slowly removed my hands from hers. I wasn't an angel that would tame the devil. We all have the burden we carry, mine was heavier than his. "You see how he treats me Martha, I can never change how I feel about him. He is cold hearted and arrogant, he doesn't deserve love" I answered sincerely.

A man like him didn't deserve love because he doesn't understand and know what love is.

"Every human on earth deserves love. Because he didn't grow up with love, doesn't mean he doesn't have an atom of love in him" she said not looking pleased.

I became curious when she mentioned how he grew up. Being born rich is like taking half of the world's problems away. Money doesn't guarantee happiness but he was comfortable. "Comfortable in a big house filled with only strangers who worked for him? Are you being serious right now Mia?" My subconsciousness yelled at me.

"Was he born that way?" I asked. I was inquisitive, I wanted to know how he became blind.

"I advise you give him a chance and get to know him more. He is in the best position to tell you his story". She answered.

 "Where are you going with that?" She asked the maid pushing a cart with different varieties of food. " Mr Denver instructed his food to be brought to his room" she replied.

"She will take it to him" she gestured towards me."you can leave it here" the young maid nodded and did as she was instructed. My eyes widened. "Martha…. " I tried to protest but she beat me to it "You are Mr Denver's personal maid, please don't provoke him any further" she explained.

I sighed and did as she instructed. As I was pushing the cart to Denver's room, my mind drifted to what Martha told me. Perhaps, there was still a light of love in him.

As I approached his doorway, I knocked softly but got no response. I pushed the door open and barged into a blonde haired maid moaning in pleasure as Denver slipped in and out of her.

"How dare you…. " Before he could finish his statement, I dashed out of the room slamming the door shut. My mind was swirling in a chaotic haze, I felt insulted and cheated. Unable to control the tears, I ran to my room. 

I was right, that monster didn't deserve compassion from anyone, I was wrong to think he had a soul….