Her father and stepmother died, leaving her to the brutal hands of her step brother. Her stepbrother is heartless. He treats her as a maid, is it a torture? She however discovers that she has been sold. Sold to a Ruthless Mafia, just to serve as a settlement for her stepbrother's debt. Now she fears her life. Would her life take a turn for the worse or for the best?
Tricia POV
I have been working all day in the house. Tears streamed down my face as I remembered that he was my brother.
The cell phone rang, and I was about to pick it up.
"Do not lay a finger on that phone," Alexander said barging out for the room. "Move away."
I moved away with tears in my eyes, but still could see him look at me and I knew what it meant.
Immediately, I walked to another room but not without spying on him.
He fumbled his hands before picking up the phone. I could sense that he was nervous.
After the call, he stared around then picked up his personal phone. I stared although I didn't know what he was saying. All I knew was that he was scared.
I left to continue what I was doing.
"You daughter of a whore, come here," my brother called me.
That was the way he normally called me since he knew that I wasn't birthed by his mother.
I answered him politely as I had no one to stand for me. His girlfriend who had always shown me her love changed to me after his parents' death. My story has always been the same. I dreaded living in this place, but I couldn't go elsewhere. No friends, nobody to look on for my safety.
Alexander had warned me never to let any of our relatives know about his treatment unless I would have my head on a platter. I knew he could do it as he hated me so much.
When his parents were alive, our father and his mother showered me with all the love and care that I needed, but Alex didn't like it. He was always reprimanded for the type of friends he kept.
I walked towards him and went on my knees like the maid he had treated me as.
He slapped my cheek, and looked at me.
"I'm going out to meet my girlfriend. Make sure to serve lunch before I come back. I will be coming along with my girlfriend."
I knew that it meant double trouble.
After he had left the house, I allowed tears to run down my face, and looked up. I felt sad that my real mother had to leave me with them. His parents had been good to me, but why didn't my mother just steal father away?
Tears streamed down my face as I placed my hand on my chest.
It dawned on me that I had spent hours weeping. I looked at the time, and remembered that I hadn't prepared lunch nor had my bath.
I immediately got up, and rushed to have my bath praying silently that the monster wouldn't arrive with his evil girlfriend.
Done putting on a cloth, I ran into the kitchen to prepare lunch, almost slipping but maintained my stability. I remembered that we had maids before our parents died doing separate works, but after their deaths, Alexander sent the maids away making me to do all the work.
Suddenly, I heard a slap on my back, and winked in pain. I turned back to see who it was, and it was Cherry Michelson, the evil girlfriend of Alexander Loyd.
"Why are you still cooking? Didn't want Alex tell you to prepare lunch?"
I couldn't say anything as I watched her leave.
Knowing what it meant, I stuffed some of the food that I had prepared into my mouth, munched on it, drank some water then carried a tray out.
When I was done serving their meal, Alex got up and walked to my back. He pulled down my zip, and began to touch my backline while Cherry smiled.
He slapped my back then pulled up my zip.
"You should kneel out of the house," he instructed.
I wasn't to disobey him, so I obeyed.
After some minutes, I heard moans which meant they were having fun. My lip crashed as my eyes became watery. Here am I on my knees while they were having fun.
Alex stepped out with his girlfriend, and looked at me, telling me to go in, get the plate washed, and go to the market.
"Hold on," Cherry said then looked at her boyfriend. "I think you should get a plastic surgery done because you look a little like me in your younger pictures."
I looked at her and smiled, remembering this, but I could never look like Cherry.
"Sorry for that, but my face doesn't look like yours anymore," I said, but she snubbed me and left with her boyfriend.
Moreover, I don't look like her anymore.
I walked to the market, holding a bag. The bag looked wrecked, but it was the only bag Alex left me to use.
I looked at the list of things he had written for me to buy, and bought them all.
I returned home to rest before they arrived, but I wasn't lucky Alex was in the living room with Cherry who smiled looking at me.
"You arrived late," she said. "Did we send you to spend time with your boyfriend?"
I held my breath as I knew answering her could earn me a slap or beating from my brother.
My brother got up, and asked me for his extra money, and I told him that I spent all the money as I couldn't trek back home.
He sent me to clean the latrine, and I heard Cherry laugh.
I walked to my room to rest as my brother told me. I wasn't to sleep, but I was tired so I closed my eyes only to be woken up by a drag.
It was Cherry, she dragged me from the bed.
"Sleeper," she said. "We sent you to rest but you chose to sleep."
I rubbed my face looking at her. The day she told me that she never liked me had been the worst day of my life.
I walked out and knelt before my brother.
"I need you to do something, urgently," he said.
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