All Chapters of Signed to Suffer, Destined to Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Her breath stalled as she touched her swollen lips. He had kissed her. Silvia considered herself resilient and strong, she knew she could endure anything as long as it was for a good cause, but this was levels above what she expected would happen to her in this cursed place.Hunger, thirst, being overworked, beatings. They were all bearable as long as she still had her body and her soul to herself. But he had kissed her like he wanted to suck out her soul.Silvia had never felt so helpless in her life. A tear slipped down her cheeks and she blinked, snapping out of it. She wiped it, she still had her life, it was a one time thing. It would never happen again. She hoped.A part of her was curious about who this Alexander was. If he truly was Ralph’s brother, why had Ralph kissed her? Did he have non-brotherly feelings for this Alexander? She found it highly unnatural. She found everything that went on in the house highly unnatural. They were so rich but they appeared to be suffering ev

Chapter 24 Silvia's hand trembled slightly as the overpowering smell of cows, pigs, and chickens—still very much alive—forced her to hold her breath. She knew this would lead to more problems than she wanted because when she finally had to take a breath again, she would inhale a lot of contaminated air.She rushed back inside and took a deep breath, relieved to escape the nauseating smell. What kind of wealthy people were these? They were the dirty type. She should have realized it when she was asked to clean those filthy windows. Why was the window in his own study so dirty? The man inhaled dust every day; no wonder he was acting so erratically. Was it really that difficult to ask for the animals to be washed before bringing them inside?Was she being punished extra? She couldn’t believe Donna went through this every week. The woman was strong. Very strong. Silvia was weak. Very Weak.“Howdy, I got this week’s batch of ‘nimals. Gonna sign or what?”, the driver stretched out his head

The next day, Silvia woke up drenched. Not in her own sweat. In water. She gasped as she felt the splash and jerked awake immediately. Now who was it? Would she ever have any peace in this house?“What the hell?!” She sat up and tried wiping her eyes so she could open it, forgetting to temper her tongue in case it was one of her bosses that did it.“In his bed again?! You’re dead today!”, Rebecca’s shrill satisfied voice echoed throughout the room. In whose bed? Silvia hoped she had somehow followed the driver home and his mother was the one yelling at her. Any other alternative was better than what it seemed to be.She succeeded in wiping her eyes to see a room she had prayed she would never have to see again. The universe hated her and wanted her dead, and it sent her death in the form of a witch named Rebecca, because why the hell was Silvia in Ralph’s bed again? It happened just last week and here it was again?She shot up from the bed in a hurry, colliding with Rebecca who didn’t

"Silvia, he said softly, his voice dangerously even, "why does it always have to be you?"Silvia and Donna each whirled back, their eyes widening as Ralph stood at the entrance, his expression a mask of stern disapproval. The remnants of his earlier outburst were still evident in the tight traces of his face, causing Silvia’s heart to sink. She was already soaked and in trouble; now she was caught slacking off.“We… we had been just discussing the, uh, laundry schedule,” Donna stammered, her eyes darting nervously between Ralph and Silvia.Ralph’s gaze shifted to Silvia, his eyes narrowing. And you? What do you have got to say for yourself?”Silvia swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “I… I was simply explaining what happened this morning, sir. To Donna.”“Explaining the way you found yourself on my mattress?” Ralph’s voice became dangerously low.Silvia’s cheeks flushed. “It wasn’t intentional, sir. I… I think I sleepwalked.”Ralph raised an eyebrow, his skepticism palpable. “Sleepwal

Silvia held her cheeks and looked at Ralph, observing the anger on his face. To Ralph, though, she couldn’t look any less like Alexander than she did at that moment. However, the look in her eyes held something he had never seen before.Sometimes, his brother would look at him with such hatred as well. He rarely looked at him kindly, aggrieved that the world had given him a brother, even as he bullied him. Ralph knew that deep down, the reason it felt so easy to punish Silvia so badly was because she looked the most like the man he hated and loved in equal measure. His brother was a good person but a terrible brother. He had always supported Ralph's decisions and took care of him when others were watching. However, when it was just him and Alexander, Ralph realized the truth. His beloved brother regularly ensured that Ralph had no friends and remained isolated. According to Alexander's philosophy, if Ralph couldn't show affection to his older brother, he shouldn't be able to do so