All Chapters of You can't Run, My Secret Maid!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Hit his legs hard!" said Zella, instructing her men to wake Zaverio up."Argh!" The sound of Zella screaming in pain could be heard on Zella's phone."Don't stop!" Zella stares at the small screen that shows Zaverio continuing to scream in pain as his legs are hit over and over again with wooden blocks.It wasn't enough to be satisfied when someone else did that to him. Zella gets off the wooden chair, walks over with her black face covering and hat, and enters the room not far from him.Zella can see the face and position of Zaverio who is still hanging upside down. A face full of bruises, and a leg that is paralyzed from the continuous beating Zaverio receives."Tell me who told you all to fuck off!" Zaverio shouts, spitting in Zella's face.When his men wanted to hit Zaverio again. Zella raises her hand and stops the action, walking over to Zaverio. The old man she had only met a few times didn't expect him to have such a demonic nature, Zaverio was the mastermind of everything th

How dramatic life is. That's exactly how Zella greeted her morning—a morning that was so damning to her feelings and heart. Her room was a mess like a horse stable, and her pillow and sheets were also gathered together with her friend. The only blanket left was the one that covered Zella's stomach, while the top was open like she had just sold herself. How cheap!Zella didn't look for the muscular back; instead, her hands were busy searching for her underwear. All the pillows may have been piled up on the floor, but Zella's clothes were all gone, including Kenneth's."Where did my clothes go?" Zella's mind was still looking around to find where Kenneth had thrown them.Zella repeatedly rubbed the surface of her face. Taking a deep breath before exhaling roughly, Zella wanted to leave the disgusting-looking bed immediately. The sound of the door opening startled her, and she spontaneously pulled the blanket over her chest."Good morning, sexy girl." Zella returned Kenneth's smile with

Zella hides in the trunk of Kenneth's car. She had said earlier that she would not go to Zaverio's funeral, and Kenneth believed her. There was no other way but to lie to Kenneth, she couldn't just stay at home. Zella wanted to see Mike in person! Her next target."I hope I don't get caught," Zella closed her eyes, enduring the tightness of her curled-up body.****After traveling quite a distance from Zella's apartment. The car Kenneth drove arrived at the funeral home, bouquets and his father's important guests came to fill the room. He got off with a flat face, the first person he saw beside his father's coffin was Mikequel."You're back," Kenneth said without looking at Mike."Tell me. Who did this to Daddy?" Mike replied touching Kenneth's coat sleeve.Kenneth just stared blankly at Mike's hand touching his arm. After his father's death, Mike was no longer a brother. Because until now Mike's arrival was never expected by Kenneth! "Are you sure you didn't hug him?" Kenneth added,

"Just tie it tight!" commanded Dealova, despite the pain as the ballet corset was tightened.Dealova held on, clinging to the wall with her eyes forced shut. Her belly had begun to grow. The pregnancy that she had to hide to keep performing on the theater stage."Dealova, are you sure you want to perform?" said one of Dealova's ballet partners who had noticed her condition."I'm very sure! No one can stop me from performing." Dealova stood tall in her ballet outfit. He looked at the reflection of his face and posture, nothing had changed so far. Her stomach was a little tight but Dealova was confident that she could endure the pain and would soon get used to it."Your baby." "Shut up Cia! I own this body. I'm the one who feels," Dealova retorted with sarcasm.Dealova walked out of the dressing room. She was hanging out with the rest of the ballet, they would be performing in a few minutes. Everyone was warming up while Dealova was sitting on a wooden chair lacing up her ballet shoes.

PRANG!The glass shattered against the wall. Mike threw it angrily. His eyes were red with intoxication, having gulped down almost two bottles of the golden-colored liquid. With his shirt only covering his back, Mike fell back on the sofa with his head up.He was back at Christopher's Mension and had been making a mess since last night. The servants only peeked out from behind the walls, afraid to show their faces as they could be the target of the young master's wrath."Stop peeping at me!" scolded Mike with his eyes closed.Not at the Villa and not at the mension. Every place felt unsafe to him, every corner like someone was stalking him. Mike hated that, whoever was behind all the terror he was receiving. Mike would make sure they died at his hands and drank their blood, the sad face and jet black mane that touched the nape of his neck had a piercing gaze, and the fine hair that grew along his jaw, the youngest son of Zaverio Christopher was devastated. It had only been two weeks s