Alpha Damien's Exclusive Property

Chapter one

Standing at the roadside with a heavy heart, tears well up in my eyes. I try flagging down a cab but none of them stop to take me. My legs wobble on the floor and my body quivers weakly as I feel my eyes heavy, but I try to keep them open. There's no way I am going to sleep on the road, right? Well, I had just received the beating of my life as usual and right now, I have to go to work if I don't want to be sacked, which means death for me. Wondering who beat me? Well, it's my father.

After standing at the roadside for what seem like forever, I finally board a cab, and soon we are on the way to the bar where I work as a waitress. Well, I'm on the afternoon shift today and will be coming back home quite late in the night later.

Resting my head on the window and looking out of it, tears well up in my eyes as the thought of my messed-up life come hitting at me. Unlike every other person out there living happily with their family, I am a curse to mine.

Let me introduce myself briefly, my name is Cassie Robert, twenty-two years old cursed and the only child of Mr. Robert. Wondering why I said that I am cursed? Well, as bad as it is, my dad hates me so much because he believes that I am cursed. Do you want to hear my life story? Well, I will just be brief about it. I grew up with my dad who abuses me and make sure that he makes my life a living hell for me. He treated me like a piece of trash and guess what his reason is? He said that I made him lose the most important person in his life, my mother.

According to him, my mom had died barely after she gave birth to me. After the death of my mom, he raised me until I was eight years old before he started giving me the hell of my life. He blamed me for being the reason why mom died, is it my fault? At times I wonder why he had to suffer so much to raise me, only to maltreat me. If he wanted me dead, he could've done that long ago, right? I wonder why he didn't kill me when I was just born. I grew up without the love of family, I was raised a loner. He prohibited me from having friends, and the times I had tried making friends, it didn't end well for me, so I had to give up trying.

With each day that passed, I always prayed that he change one day and learn to accept me, but it seems that it would be the dream that'll never come true for me, as he only grows worsen by the day. When I clocked eighteen, the responsibility of the family shifted to me, and that was how I started working as a waitress. He would come home drunk every night and make sure that he beats me and threatens to kill me. As bad as it is, I don't get to decide on my life, because he has the right to my life and will tell me whatever he wants me to do.

The incident of this morning flashes through my mind, and a pool of fresh tears rolls down my cheeks. Well, I collected my salary yesterday, but he took everything from me and when I tried begging him for some money this morning, he beat me up and left bruises on my body, but thankfully they are in the place that can be covered with cloth. This is what happens every time. I do the work and he spends the money. That's how bad it is.

"We're here, ma'am," The cabby's voice pulls me back to reality and I quickly wipe off my tears. I pay him and hop out of the car before hurrying to the bar, which is just opposite the roadside.

Stepping into the bar, I resume work immediately. The bar is filled with people as usual and the place is kind of noisy. Well, I couldn't expect less.

"Hi, Cassie," Emily, my colleague smiles at me as she walks over to where I am sitting behind the counter. Emily is the only friend I have, at least not a close one. I dare not have a close friend. I don't know why my dad forbids me from having friends, maybe he is scared that I might talk about how he treats me or something. I don't just know.

"Hi," I smile back at her. This is one thing about me, no matter how sad or pained I am, I always try to put on a smile and act like everything is OK.

"I don't need to ask what's wrong with you, knowing you won't tell me. You're always looking dull anyway. Just please be fine and if you need anyone to talk to, I would be here to listen to you," She says to me and I nod my head with a smile on my face. I want to talk about the pain I'm going through, I want to talk about it, maybe I'll be a little relieved if I talk about it, but it seems that I have to suffer this alone, telling anyone about it is the last thing I won't want to think of.

"Thank you. I'm fine," I assure her and she shrugs.

The rest of the day is hell. Attending to customers and making sure that everything is in order. After what seems like forever, we finally close for the day and everyone leaves for their various houses. I feel sad, going home. The only good time I have is when I leave the house, going back is always like I'm going to hell.

Walking down the deserted road absentmindedly, I smile softly at the gentle breeze that blows on my face soothingly. I should get all the happiness I can here before going home to meet my doom.

After walking for what seemed like forever, I stop abruptly upon hearing a weird sound. Paying rapt attention to whatever the sound is and where it is coming from, I realize that they are grunts and they aren't far from me. Fear grips me as it dawns on me that I am the only one walking down the thick, dark, and deserted road.

Gulping down the lump in my throat, I hasten my steps but stop abruptly and freeze on the spot as the most horrific sight ever, welcomes me. Standing just a few paces away from me is a man covered in flame. His body is on fire.

I blink my eyelashes to be sure I am not dreaming but when I open them, he is still standing there, meaning that this is a damn reality. There are flames on his body, and he doesn't seem bothered about it..., he doesn't look like he is in pain. Just what the heck is happening?

Taking a few steps back, I made to pick up my heels but I trip and falls roughly to the ground, getting his attention. He turns around to face me and my heart skips...

Chapter two

Cassie POV

I gulp down the lump in my throat as my body trembles in fear. I bat my eyelashes to be sure this isn't a nightmare but when I open my eyes, I behold a pair of dangerous eyes, glaring down at me, and my heart jumps in fright. My heart begins racing fast like it's going to force its way out of my chest anytime soon, what the heck is happening now?

I open my mouth to talk even if I have nothing to say, but I feel my tongue tied down as my mouth only trembles and closes back. In my entire life, I have never seen someone as dangerous looking and monstrous as the young man standing before me. My eyes elate over his figure and I gulp down for the umpteenth time. He is manly built and looks elegant, but that isn't the case right now, the flame on his body is my concern. Weirdly, he doesn't look like he is in pain.

After what seemed like forever, he disappears into thin air and I jump up in fright. What the heck just happened? Did he just disappear? I don't think I'm safe here anymore. I manage to stand up on my feet after which I pick a race, running as fast as my legs can carry me.

After running for what seemed like forever, I finally got home but stops abruptly as I meet my dad standing in front of the house with that monstrous expression on his face and at this moment, I need no one to tell me that I am in for some trouble. Gulping down the sudden lump that formed in my lips, I drag my feet which suddenly became numb upon seeing him. The fear I experienced out there when I saw that monster, is almost nothing compared to the one I always get from dad and the one I'm feeling right now. Did I forget to tell you? Well, he told me to never call him 'dad', he prefers me to call him by his name. To him, he does not have a child. I do not exist.

"Go...good evening...Ro... Robert," I stutter nervously as I fondle with the tip of my fingers, praying that he leave me to recover from the shock I had on my way home, but I know that there is no way he will leave me.

"What says by your time now?" He asks in his usual cold voice that's always enough to rip anyone off their guard. My heart skips like a million times, knowing what is going to happen next. Well, I'm not surprised or pained anymore, this is like a daily routine for me.

"Uhm... Something came up and..." My words are cut in my mouth as a slap lands on my cheeks, sending me to the floor. Can this man spare me for once?

"How dare you, cursed child! How dare you disobey me? You should be grateful that I allow you to stay in my house and you think you can do whatever you wish to do, huh? You're a monster, all you ever brought to me is nothing, but pain. I regret the day you were born, if I had known that this was going to be the case, I wouldn't have allowed you spent a second on earth. Now go into the kitchen and make something for me to eat, and don't keep me waiting," He spits on my face and with that, he turns around and walks back into the house while I stand outside with tears rolling down my cheeks.

No matter how much I want to pretend that I am not hurt by his words anymore, I still can't deny the fact that I am, I still can't deny the part of me that wants to be loved. I wish he cares about me, even if it's just once at least I can know what it feels like to be loved, but that seems to be a dream that'll never come true for me.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I drag my feet to the entrance door and head to my room where I change into other cloth and head into the kitchen to make something for him. I have been working all day and am tired now, but I dare not to say it out unless I want to live the rest of my life regretting it.

Stepping into the kitchen, I start cooking right away. The thought of the mysterious man from the roadside flashes through my mind and for some reason, fear grip me. The look on his face and his dark and intimidating aura are what I can never forget and even if ever I'm going to forget it, I don't think it'll be anytime soon. His golden eyes, the flame on his body, and everything. Just who the heck is he? What was he doing there and why was his body on fire? Those are the questions that keep conflicting on my mind without any hope of getting an answer.

After I am done cooking, I serve his food and take mine to my room. Of course, I dare not eat with him in the dining room. Who am I to do that?

Stepping into my room, I walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge of it. As much as I want to stop thinking about the man, as much as I want to get him off my head, the thoughts keep coming on their own, and it is getting me disturbed.

My eyes drift to the wall clock and as expected, it is already late and I need to sleep early so I can wake up early tomorrow. I'm on the morning shift tomorrow, so I have to wake up early.

Letting out a deep sigh, I lay on the bed and pull the blanket to cover myself as I stare into space. Tears well up in my eyes and soon, they find their way out of my eyes. I am pained, I need someone to talk to, I'm dying inside, but it hurts that this is how it'll continue, it hurts that I can't share my pain with anyone, it hurts that the one person that is supposed to be protecting me is the one that's causing me pain, it hurt me that the only family I have, rejected me and curse me. I envy people that are with their parents, I envy those children that grew up being loved and cared for but turns out that I am not as lucky as those kids. All I ask for is to be shown love, even if it's just once, at least I'll know how it feels.

I shut my eyes tightly as I let my tears off my eyes freely. My eyelids become heavy as nature comes knocking hard at my door, and I open up to it, letting it take me into the lands of fantasy, that's dreamland...

Chapter 3

Cassie POV

It has been three months since the incident, but it's as if it just happened. It's still so fresh in my head. The scene keeps replaying in my head each time and the more I try getting it off my brain, the more difficult it seems to be. My life is still the same, nothing has changed over the months, it only got worsen and I have to take all the pain alone.

I have no idea how long I'd sleep, but the sound of my blaring alarm pulls me back from dreamland, and forcing my eyes open, I groan tiredly. It's still early in the morning, but I have to get up and make something for the man of the house before he decides to give me the punishment of my life again.

Standing up from the bed, I drag my feet into the bathroom and wash my face to get sleep off my eyes and once I am done, I head to the kitchen afterward. Stepping into the kitchen, I set to make breakfast.

An hour and a half later, breakfast is all set and I walk back into my room to get ready for work afterward. I was supposed to be on the afternoon shift, but my colleague isn't around, so I have to work all day and get extra payment.

After I am done getting dressed, I had my breakfast inside my room and leave for work afterward. I take a cab to work and in less than thirty minutes, I am already at the bar, getting things ready.

As expected, hours later, the bar is filled up and there is noise everywhere as usual. I just wonder if these people ever get tired of drinking, because most of the people come here every day to drink. Not that my father is an exception though, just that he doesn't come here to drink.

"Two bottles of vodka," One of the men orders and I quickly walk over to the seat to deliver it to him before he yells at me. Customers can be crazy and annoying at times.

"Wow, you look beautiful," the man says, staring at me lustfully as I serve his drink, but I ignore him.

"What's with that look? Are you trying to play hard to get, huh? Name your price for just a night," He says, laughing hard and trying to touch my hand but I shift back from him. Yes, I am a calm young lady who has become a weakling from her father's maltreatment, but one thing I will never take, is people abusing me and messing up with me.

"This is not allowed here, young man. I am a waitress, not a whore and I'll advise you to stop this now," I speak to him calmly, trying to be as much polite as I can. Hopefully, he listens to me and behaves himself.

"Oh, please save me those sermons. You're not any different from those whores. Stop acting like some holy shit and let's get this business..." I grab the drink I had just poured into the wine glass and empty it on his face, even before he can finish his statement. I can take anything from customers, but this shit.

"What!" He shrieks, staring down at his stained and wet clothes in pure disgust.

"I'll take anything from you, but you have no right whatsoever to think you can come here and talk to me like that. I am a worker here and not a whore!" I yell at the top of my voice as tears well up in my eyes and soon they find their way out. I do not blame him or anyone that abuses me, the blames goes to my dad for subjecting me to all these, and the blames goes to him for making me pass through all this pain.

"What's going on here?" That's my manager's voice behind me. Turning around to face her, tears rolled down my cheeks.

"This girl is a psycho! How can you hire someone like this to work for you? Do you want people to cease coming here to patronize you? She's mannerless and doesn't know how to treat customers. I'm out of here, and I'll never come back here again not until this thing is fired from here. Rubbish," I and my manager watch the man talk and she didn't even stand up for me, she didn't defend me, is this how much of a plague I am to everyone?

"What the heck was that, huh? Customers are always right, and you have no right to do what you did!" She faces me and yells at me angrily and I can't help the scoff that tears through my throat. Is she being serious right now, huh?

"Really? Wow! I didn't see this coming. Is this how you judge people? You couldn't even ask me my side of the story and you just concluded that customers are always right? Customers are always right to harass your workers sexually, right? Customers are always right to bully and flirt with your workers, isn't it?" I yell as more tears roll down my cheeks. Yes, I know what I'm getting into, the worst she can do is to sack me and I do not care if she does. I can trade anything else but one thing I'll never allow is to trade my pride, not for anything.

"No matter what he had done, you could've reported to me than going this far!" She yells at me and I scoff. Did she just say that I went too far? What if I had slapped the bastard?

"You know what? I don't think I can work with you anymore... You have to leave," and with that, she turns around and walks away leaving me frozen on the spot as tears roll down my cheeks. Why do bad things happen to me everywhere I go?

Giving the man one last glance, I turn around and walk back to the counter and pick up my bag, before walking briskly out of the car.

Stepping out of the bar, I stroll down the road and walk to the nearest park where I visit whenever I want to clear my head. Once I get to the park, I sit on the bench and stare into space as the gentle breeze blow on my face, swaying my hair.

"Don't cry, Cassie, everything will be fine," I assure myself, wiping my tears. After staying there for a few more hours, afraid of going home, I finally summon up the courage to go. It's just a scolding I'm going to get from him, I'll just look for another job soon.

Taking a cab home, I meet the door open, and it's kind of suspicious. Dad doesn't come home this early, so how come the door is opened? Or could it be that our house was robbed?

Rushing over to the entrance door and storming into the living room, I halt abruptly as the sight of dad and a stranger welcomes me. They are both discussing, and the young man glances at me as soon as I walk inside, having an expression on his face that I have no idea what it means.

"Good day," I greet him in a low tone. Turning around, I start walking away, but his voice brings me to an abrupt halt.

"Cassie, go get your things. You're leaving with this man," His voice rings through my ears, causing me to turn around to look at him confusingly.

"Wha..."

"This is your owner now. I sold you," His words echo in my head, and my mouth drops open in shock. What did he just say?

I watch as he stands up to his feet and then picks up the parcel of money on the center table.

"Wha...what are you talking about? This is a joke, right?" I stutter as I suddenly feel my body quiver. This isn't true, this isn't happening, he must be playing a prank on me. How can he possibly sell me off, just like that?

"Take her with you," He says to the man, and with that, he strides out of the living room with the money, not sparing me a glance. My dad sold me, he sold me off to a stranger, is this how much he hates me?

Knowing that it'll be pointless to beg, I follow the man obediently. As he drives us to God knows where, I keep shedding tears as my heart tightens painfully.

After two hours of driving, he finally drives into a magnificent building and parks at the garage, stepping out of the car afterward while I follow him.

He leads me into the living room, which looks like another planet on its own. Yes, it's like those mansions I do see in movies. This place is so beautiful, but then, this isn't the time to admire the house.

The sound of the footsteps descending the stairs pull my attention and raising my gaze slowly to check who it is, I freeze on the spot at the sight I behold. It is the man from months ago. The mysterious man that was covered in flame. What the heck! I'm doomed...