The One She Has To Ruin

“I—ah, I'm sorry, please forgive me,” her chaste and docile expression was on automatic once more.

Yet in response, all she received was a squinted glare from the man that looked at her like he wanted her body to drop lifeless in the next second.

Every second of his cold stare made her insides boil with fear.

That look…she could guess it.

He's definitely trying to fathom what an unfamiliar face is doing in his mansion.

Alyssa was dead baffled if she should immediately start explaining, or wait for him to attack her—yes, attack.

Because the look his eyes bore, and the aura he exuded were pure killing intent.

“Sir—” unable to sustain it any longer, Alyssa parted her lip to speak, but was rudely interrupted by his shiver invoking voice.

“Who are you?” his tone made her shudder with a step back.

There's just this power in it.

She blinked, gulping down an empty, dry track. “I—”

She was definitely going to start speaking, but her words were hooked when she caught on to something.

‘Isn't that blood?’ she mentally asked herself when her eyes cruised through the dark red stains splattered all over his shirt.

She was definitely right, it was indeed blood. They were some dried splashes on his neck and…his hands, holy—!

How did she not notice it earlier?

He looked like someone who just came from a bloodbath.

Alyssa's body was suddenly embraced by fright.

Sure, this isn't the first time she was seeing blood. But right now she's an innocent and ignorant girl, coupled with the demeanor and wickedness his form screamed.

It was all in another level!

“S-sir, I—i'm—”

“Get out of my way!” he ordered grimly, anger detected in his tone and a great disgust as he by-passed her and hastened for the room by the right side of the wall.

Alyssa concluded his appearance irked him.

Well, hers always does too when she's covered in blood; and she'd immediately crave a shower.

She was too terrified to even turn and watch him input the security code of his room door.

Surprising part is that he didn't even mind her presence as he immediately opened his door and headed in.

Banging the door to a shut, making her body spasm in sync with the loud sound.

Alyssa's hand instantaneously flew to palm her chest, with closed eyes and an exhale of relieve, she thanked her stars that she was not caught.

Being reminded of the camera again, her actions went stiff, and she sent a guileless gaze behind her, looking anxious and palpably frightened.

Her expression twisted to one that can't even harm a fly.

With an imaginary tail between her legs, Alyssa flew for her life.

Sprinting down the stairs like the hem of her dress was on fire.

She successfully found herself back in the floor of her room, but unexpectedly bumped into someone again.

“I'm sorry,” out of breath, she struggled to apologize—when in actual truth, that distance was a small thing to her.

“Miss, why were you running?” the maid from this morning questioned her; there was mild suspicion in her eyes, scrutinizing Alyssa's ‘horrified’ expression.

Mumming her lips, Alyssa slowly shook her head sideways with her head buried low.

Seeing the girl's expression, the maid silently flickered an eyebrow and said, “I was looking for you, it's time for breakfast,”

Alyssa nodded and obediently followed behind her.

But just before they could reach the dinner room, the maid halted and looked at her for some silent seconds before muttering, “Girl, if you want your days in this world to be sufficient, I'll advise you not to ever wander freely in this mansion.” without waiting for Alyssa to respond, she began her strides—at a much faster pace.

Leaving Alyssa no choice but to follow behind her quietly, but with a distinct expression that made her not resemble that little innocent girl anymore.

When they reached the dinner hall, the maid—acting oblivious to their conversation, drew a seat for her and told her to wait patiently for the food to be served and for the rest of the members.

Feigning nervousness, Alyssa gently gave a single nod.

Not long after the maid left, did Alyssa hear footsteps coming from the staircase, accompanied by a familiar voice from last night.

It was Nathan, and he seems to be on a call.

Seconds passed before his silhouette came into view.

Immediately their eyes met, she beamed at him. And he reciprocated with a wide grin of his own.

Alyssa watched him hang around while making the call, and once he was done, he immediately went up to her and took the seat beside her.

“Good morning, Youngest Master,” she greeted with that small voice of hers.

“How was your night, Alyssa?” he asked while taking a jug of water and pouring some for himself.

“I'm fine, Sir,” she replied in a hush tone. Like a shy little teenager staring at her first crush.

“Come on, you can call me Nathan. Calling me sir makes me feel old,” he jested with a smile that could warm the coldest of hearts—unfortunately, her's is already dead.

Alyssa blushed, playing with her fingers. “I dare no—”

Before she could complete her response, a presence made itself potent…A woman.

She was definitely headed for the dinner hall with her elegant strides.

There was a striking resemblance she bore with the man by Alyssa's side, and the one Alyssa encountered upstairs.

Furthermore, there was this aura she imposed with every distance she covered towards them.

Alyssa didn't have to crack a brain before realizing that it should be the Mistress of the Devon mansion.

The two ruthless Shadow devil's mother.

It didn't take long before the lady's gaze was fixed on Alyssa, and of course a frown followed after.

“Mother!” Nathan immediately greeted with that signature broad smile of his.

It seemed to have the same effect as Alyssa had thought, as a smile immediately graced the Mistress's aged but soft features.

Yet her attention was quick to travel back to the quiet Alyssa, visibly getting tensed on her seat.

“Who's she?” The mansion's Mistress polled her youngest son with a look of inquisitiveness.

“Oh, Mom, meet Alyssa,” Nathan cheerfully took the pleasure of initiating the introduction. “Alyssa, my lovely mother.”

Getting on her feet hastily, Alyssa bowed and greeted, “Good morning, ma'am, nice to meet you,” she vocalized with docility.

Mrs. Devon looked to Nathan instead for an explanation rather than acknowledging her greeting.

Alyssa bit down on her lips with brows turned down as she stood, clasping her fingers with her gaze stuck on the table.

“Mom, take a seat first. I'll explain over breakfast.” Nathan tried to pacify by moving to her side and holding down on her shoulder to assist her seat on the already pulled out chair he had drawn for her.

“Where's your brother, does he know about this?” Worry married the Mistress's face with a frown of disapproval.

“I'm here, Mother.”

Immediately, a distinct deep voice thundered from the staircase.

“Some people think, they can just wake up one rainy day and bring whatever stray dog they find to my Mansion without proper permission,” as he alighted, his spiteful words echoed in the dinner hall.

‘It's him,’ Ignoring the clause where he called her a dog, Alyssa was only concerned about her confirmation.

It's indeed the man she bumped into in the third floor.

Her gaze was suddenly lost in his approaching majestic figure.

So he's Zion Devon, the Master of the Devon household and also the ruler of the Shadow organization; also called the ruthless Mafia King.

The one she has to ruin!