A Start To His Revenge

Chapter Five

A Start To His Revenge

Alexander Stones

Ivy held my hand and placed her hand on mine, "I am so happy that she is back to you," she said, I was confused of what she was driving at, and why she was calling this woman Madam, I didn't understand what she was doing.

"I have been waiting for the day madam will come back to us, I hope you both can hasten your marriage, you should get married soon," she added with a big smile in her face.

"What!," we both exclaimed, I was sure that she also didn't understand what Ivy was saying as I was finding it difficult to understand her.

"What do you mean Ivy?," I asked, I was confused of what she was trying to say.

"I mean you've been waiting for so long for your fiancee," my heart skipped a beat when I heard her talk about my fiancee, Emily, "She is back now and the next thing is you both getting married, you've been waiting for her, I'm happy that she is back to you now," she added.

It wasn't really her fault, she was so naive, and this woman has the spiting image of Emily, I could tell that she was the one I was looking for when I saw her.

The fact that she had Emily's face made me so angry, the resemblance between them was high than some identical twins.

I didn't blame Ivy for mistaking her for Emily, they had the same face, and Ivy had only seen Emily's pictures, she never got to meet her.

Emily and I appointed Ivy as our maid, we were expecting her to move in with us when we get married, she was going to resume her work on our wedding day, but it didn't hold and she couldn't meet Emily.

"I'm so happy for you master," Ivy murmured as all I could feel was rage.

The fact that she had Emily's face made me so angry, "Get your hands off me," I yelled, she caused Emily to be in that condition, and she would keep making me remember that incident whenever I look at her. I wished there was a way to change her face, she doesn't deserve to be Emily's sister or even her family, let alone resembling her.

"She is not my fiancee, and she will never be," I shouted, "This woman right here is not my fiancee," I yelled, "She is just a maid, I picked her from the slum, she would never stand up to my fiancee, she can never be able to even lace her shoes," I added, I could feel my blood boiling.

"I'm sorry master," Ivy hung her head, it wasn't her fault, it was never her fault, it was this woman's fault, "I was mistaken, I didn't know that she isn't your fiancee, I'm so sorry sir," she apologized.

I sighed, she would probably think that I was angry because of her, I looked up at her as I tried to cool my temper.

I shook my head, "It's okay, you did nothing wrong Ivy, I understand you," I responded.

"But it's really confusing," she murmured and looked up at the woman, I still haven't gotten her name and I wished there was a way I could do it without knowing her name, "She looks so much like your..."

"It is enough Ivy," I cut her off, I didn't want her to say that, I didn't want her to say that she resembles Emily, she doesn't deserve to have that face, she is a murderer, she killed my son and also tried to kill my wife.

"I'm sorry master," she bent her head for few minutes before looking up at me, "I was waiting for you to be back before leaving," she stated and pulled off her apron, "I will be leaving now," she added and dropped the apron on the kitchen table, then she picked up her bag before heading for the door.

I realized that there was still something I had to say to her. Since this woman was going to be my maid, and I wanted her to work her head off, I didn't want anyone to help her, there was no need to keep Ivy at the house, I didn't need two housekeeper.

"Wait Ivy," I stopped her and turned to her, "Uhm..you will have to stop working her from tomorrow," I announced, but I guessed I didn't do it in the right way.

Ivy fell to her feet immediately, she joint her hands and her eyes were always welled up with tears, "Have I done something wrong?," she asked, "Is it because of what I said?," she inquired, "I am so sorry master, I know I made a mistake, and I promise that it will never repeat itself, please don't fire me," she begged.

That was why I said I didn't put it in the right way, I wasn't going to fire her, and if I was going to do that, I would have to compensate her, she had done a lot of things for me.

Since that incident happened, she had been the one taking care of the house and cooking my meals, she had been so great in doing her work, she never made a mistake.

I was never going to fire her just like that, I wasn't that bad of a person.

"I'm so sorry sir, I promise I will do whatever you want and keep to your rules, please don't just fire me," and now she bursted into tears.

I quickly moved to her and pulled her up from the floor, "I'm not going to fire you Ivy," I stated, "I only want you to start working in my parent's house from tomorrow," I added, "She is going to be working here now," I went on.

"She...she is your maid?," Ivy asked, pointing to her, "But I really think you are chasing me away master," she murmured.

I smiled, "No, I'm not," I responded, "You will enjoy working at my parent's," I added, I knew she would keep pestering me to retain her if I don't excuse myself.

"I will still be the one paying you, so we will see often," I stated, "Goodnight," I added and headed for the stairs.

I could hear the sound of the door as I climbed the stairs, I knew Ivy had already gone out.

"Hey," the voice called and I came to a stop. I turned back and it was that woman, did she just talk to me informally?, "You still have an explanation to give me," she added.

I couldn't believe my eyes, such audacity, I blinked to be sure that I was seeing right, and yeah, I was.

"What the hell do you want from me?," she asked.

I glared at her, she had the gut to ask me what I wanted from her after she has caused me so much pain, she made my life miserable, she was the one who put me in the condition I was.

She killed my son, she put my fiancee in coma, she put her in the position where she would have to battle for her life and she has the gut to ask me what I want from her?.

I want my fucking revenge.