BRIDE OF ENEMY (ENGLISH)

The handsome man in the black suit was kicking an older man in the stomach. The old man couldn't fight back anymore, as his body was about to crumble and his face was full of wounds.

"The cold-faced, handsome man took out a handgun under his coat and pointed the trigger at the old man's head. The old man just surrendered because this was the risk of embezzling money from the company. And the owner of the company was delivering death for him. When he wanted to release the trigger, a scream was heard from the doorway of a petite girl with straight hair and deep black eyes with a half-fearful soul who broke through the bodyguard who almost killed her father.

"Stop it." With a little courage, she stopped the man.

The man turned around and looked at the person who dared to stop him. Their eyes briefly met as she spoke again.

Please don't kill my father; just take your revenge on me. To do anything, I won't fight you." the woman sobbed because she couldn't see her father suffer.

"Huff, miss, I didn't expect you to be the son of this old fart." The man looked back at the old man, who was lying helpless due to the beating by Alaric's men.

"Are you sure you want to endure what this old fart did?" the man asked disdainfully at the woman in front of him.

''I'm sure whatever it is, I will bear it," the woman said very confidently, without thinking that the one in front of her was a demon.

"No, baby, you can't bear what my father did," the old man said to his son haltingly.

The woman just shook her head and smiled back to reassure her dad that she would be fine.

"What are you going to replace it with? I don't need a maid or a prostitute because I can pay them." The man said again to test what this weak woman in front of him would do.

Tasya raised her head with a little courage and left. The woman replied, "With my life, it will be yours."

"Okay, interesting enough, don't regret what you said; your life will now be mine." The man grinned. A grin that had a thousand meanings behind it.

With a little courage, the woman replied, "With my life, it will be yours."

"Don't regret what you said, your life will now be mine." The man grinned. A grin that had a thousand meanings behind it.

(Prolog)

*****

"You don't know what's in it for you. Just kill him, cut off his hands, and shoot him who dares to run away with my money." The man ordered his confidants to kill his insubordinate men. As if he could kill anyone who dared to oppose him.

He was a cold-blooded man, the most feared mafia member for his cruelty, and who knows how many lives died on his stairs? Unfortunately, he was a man who was created with good looks, like a Greek god.

With golden hair and eyes, and bright brown eyes that can even paralyze one's nerves when looking at him. A sharp nose with a strong jaw and lips that are red like Cherry's. Who would believe that he was a mobster? Even his face does not have everything that is in the character of a real mobster.

Let me emphasize that the mobster's name is Alaric Alvaro, a man who is quite mature because he is now 27 years old, an age that can be said to be quite young, and it can be said that he is quite successful. In addition to his work as a mobster, he also founded many nightclubs and hotels, and even his face is familiar to business people.

"Our boss killed Shawn on his orders, and we threw his body into the lake," the bald man in the black suit said with his head bowed.

"Fast work and good enough; I'll add to your bonus. Now you can go." Alaric shooed the man away, and his hand moved to take a cigarette and light it.

Looking out over the city of Manhattan from the suite room of his hotel. You would think that his house is in the middle of the city, but you are wrong; he is not that stupid when his life is in danger from other mobsters. He has a house in the middle of the forest, even though no one knows his residence other than his bodyguards, even if anyone dares to break into his street.

Then they will end up in a steep ravine or die as wild animals.

Alaric comes from an unlucky family; his mother died by suicide. Alaric's father is a man who likes to play with women. God knows how many prostitutes his father has brought since he was a child. Alaric is a child whose body has a mentality that cannot be said to be good. his life every day has to see his father who fucks a bitch in front of his face, even though his age at that time was still unable to know what happened.

Not to mention his mother who liked to beat him, when he did naughty things that could be considered normal for a child his age.

Alaric ran away when he was 17 years old from an orphanage. At that time he worked to support his life until he met someone who could be considered a grandfather to him, the grandfather introduced him to this underground work.

Illegal work because here in the arms trade worth hundreds and even billions, Since then. he is the most feared leader of the mafia, especially with his shooting skills and assembling bombs.

****

Alaric drove the car to his residence. The shiny black Ferrari entered a forest, without feeling any difficulty even though if one followed his path, one would be confused by the many branching roads.

Alaric entered the gate of his house, the gate of his house had no guards because Alaric used a special sensor security system for him while the guards had to use their fingerprints to get access to enter.

The yard was quite large with a garden filled with red and black roses that clung to one wall of his house and some were planted in the garden as decorations to beautify his yard.

Two guards were guarding the main entrance, Alaric stepped through without a single smile on his face.

Ring, ring, ring The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang, disturbing his peace.

"What!" Alaric stretched the person who called him on the other end.

"Slow down men, you look like an insatiable man" Sean who was on the other side laughed at his best friend's cold nature.

''What are you calling me for" Alaric grunted in annoyance as he climbed the stairs to his room.

"I just wanted to take you out partying and looking for women." Sean was Alaric's best friend

"Alright, I'll see you at the usual club," Sean spoke again, not wanting to hear Alaric's answer first.

"I'm not in the mood for another night." Alaric refused and immediately disconnected the phone line

Alaric took off the clothes he was wearing, and stepped into the shower, immersing himself in his luxurious black marble Jacuzzi.

After dressing Alaric went downstairs to enjoy dinner, the chef had served a variety of dishes that he could not possibly finish. Alaric was used to eating alone at a large table. he did not like to eat without someone accompanying him, but he did not want to show his weak side. so he had been educated like this.

After finishing his dinner. Alaric left the dining table unceremoniously and climbed the stairs that led to the west. Where his study was located, Alaric opened a door made of wood the sight of various books was in his private library. but that was not the purpose Alaric pushed a wooden bookshelf until it moved. there was a glass door covered with a strict security system Alaric entered his fingerprints and face detector. and the glass door opened.

There was a glass workbench and a leather chair. Alaric sat down in his chair and picked up the remote control and pointed it at the screen in front of him. A display appeared showing the activities taking place in his headquarters. and the various CCTV cameras installed in the house were not spared.

Alaric opened the financial report of his hotel, he felt that there was something a little strange about the expenses in the report he was reading. Alaric was not a stupid person even though he knew that sycophantic dogs were working in his company all this time, how could he be deceived?

He smiled a smirk appearing on his cold face his hands clenched hard. and slammed the file on the floor.

"You want to play with me? Then I'll show you how to play properly." A deadly grin broke out on his face.

Tasya looked at the city of Manhattan from behind the glass of a taxi car. It had been a long time since she returned to her hometown, and she knew that a lot had changed in this city. 2 years of design college until she graduated, and now Tasya has become proficient in the field of sketching or designing clothes, following the times. She once dreamed of having a fashion house or boutique specifically designed for her. For now, she came home because she missed her father. Her father was the only one she had in this world because her mother had died long ago when she was born.

After paying for the taxi. Tasya's house, which was not too grand, was in front of her, although it was not so big. but it was still a palace for her. With a cheerful face, she stepped her feet into her house. Tasya was surprised because many black cars were parked in her yard. She suddenly felt that something bad might happen because there was no way her father was having a party at this time. When her feet arrived in front of the door of her house, suddenly her body was blocked by two large men.

Sorry, miss, you can't come in!" One of the big men spoke to her.

"Why can't you? I'm the son of the owner of this house!" Tasya spoke a little snappier. She felt increasingly unclear because she was forbidden to enter.

The two men looked at each other as if talking through their eyes. There was the sound of breaking objects from inside the house, and the incident immediately surprised Tasya. immediately barged past the two men. To see what happened, Tasya increasingly saw many guards guarding the door to her father's room, and one strange thing was that Tasya did not see any servants who took care of his house. With a slight feeling of fear, she climbed the stairs to her father's room; she was sure that was where the sound of the object came from. When she was in front of her father's room, she was again confronted by a large man.

"Why!!! I own this house; you can't stop me." Tasya immediately broke through before the men stopped her.

And what she saw first was the thing that made her chest tight: her father lying helplessly with a face full of wounds. And what made her even more furious was the man who put his foot on her father's stomach with a gun pointed at her father's head.

"Stop it." With a little courage, Tasya stopped the man. Alaric turned his body to see who dared to stop him. Their eyes met for a moment. Tasya swallowed her cell phone harshly.

"Please don't kill my father; just take your revenge on me. Do whatever it takes. I won't fight back." Tasya lost her mind; she could only cry sobbing because she couldn't see her father suffer like this.

Huff, miss, I didn't expect you to be the son of this old fart." Alaric looked back at the old con man lying helplessly.

"Are you sure you want to endure what this old fart did?" Alaric looked condescendingly at the weak woman in front of him.

''I'm sure whatever it is, I will bear it," Tasya said very confidently now, even though she had no idea that the one in front of her was a deadly demon.

"No! Baby, you can't bear what Daddy did." The old man spoke to his son haltingly. Tasya just shook his head and smiled back to appease his father, saying that he was fine.

"What are you going to replace it with? I don't need a maid or a prostitute because I can pay them." Alaric spoke again to test what this weak woman in front of him would do. Tasya lifted her head with a bit of courage left and replied.

"With my life, my life will be yours."

Okay, interesting enough, don't regret what you said; your life will now be mine." Alaric grinned as he immediately agreed with her answer.

"Well, I guess the game will continue tomorrow." Alaric walked towards the exit, followed by his bodyguard. Before leaving, Alaric had time to turn around, and smiling, he said to the girl who was waking up her almost unconscious father.

"Prepare yourself tomorrow; the suffering will begin soon." Those were the only words Alaric said as he walked back, not seeing Tasya's reaction, which was almost stricken with fear.

"Daddy, let's go to the hospital." Tasya took the cell phone and called an ambulance.

******

Tasya waited in front of the ER door for her father to be treated by the doctors. Tasya was only able to squeeze her hand, confused by everything that happened today. She thought her return would bring happy news. but instead, a new disaster came to her.

The doctor came out after a few hours of examining her father, and the doctor said that her father was fine, there were no serious injuries, and Tasya was allowed to visit him.

The doctor came out after several hours of examining her father, and the doctor said that her father was fine, there were no serious injuries, and Tasya was allowed to visit. Tasya sat next to the hospital bed that contained her father's body. Her hand grasped her father's hand and placed it on the surface of his cheek.

"Tasya," her father realized and called his daughter.

"Daddy, does Daddy need anything?" Tasya got up, took some water from the glass, and fixed her father's pillow.

"Tasya." Her father touched her hand.

"Yes, Dad." Tasya looked at her father.

"Please don't want to follow Alaric." Her father grasped her hand in a very awkward way because he was afraid that his only daughter would be hurt because of the things he had done.

"A man named Alaric, don't be afraid, Dad, I'll be fine. It seems Alaric is a good person." Tasya stroked her father's hand and kissed his knuckles.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, for pulling you into this." Her father apologized for the mistake that led to his daughter's involvement.

"It's okay, Dad; my life is nothing compared to the sacrifices Daddy has made over the years." Tasya smiled, but her heart was troubled about what would happen to her life tomorrow, so she had to live with it because it was her choice.

Her life belongs to Alaric now.

*****

This morning was very beautiful for Alaric; the man woke up earlier than usual, opened the balcony door, and breathed in the fresh air. Today is the day that his only daughter Hendra will give up life.

Alaric descended the stairs and called out to his right hand "Devon." He saw a man younger than him with a sharp intake of breath as he ran from his room to his old place.

"What's wrong, Alaric?" Devon spoke using Alaric's name because all this time Alaric scolded him for calling him sir; Alaric considered him his sibling, and that's why Devon loved Alaric so much.

"I need you to pick up Hendra's son and bring him here."

"Okay, I'll pick him up." Devon went straight to work.

"Devon!" Devon turned back to hear what else his old man had to say.

"Treat him well; he is my guest." Devon nodded and immediately ran the car to Hendra's house.

Tasya was feeding her father porridge; her father had returned from the hospital in the evening because he refused to be treated.

"Dad, here's the medicine." Tasya helped her father take the medicine. Her father grabbed her hand, making Tasya turn her head.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

Tasya, promise Daddy if Alaric tortures you, then you have to run or fight all of that."

"Don't worry, Daddy, I'll fight Alaric if he's mean to me," Tasya spoke confidently, even though in her heart she wasn't sure what she was saying. The door opened and revealed the face of her housemaid.

"What's wrong?"

"It's this lady who's looking for you outside," the maid said a little nervously.

Tasya turned her body to face her father, releasing his grip and rubbing his hand.Tasya went down the stairs to meet the guest who was looking for her and found him sitting on the sofa in her living room.

"Did you get an order from Alaric?" Tasya got to the point.

"Yes, I'm here to pick up the lady," Devon said, using formal words.

Tasya noticed that the man in front of her was easily around her age and looked no less handsome than Alaric.

Alright, give me time to say goodbye to my father." Tasya asked for approval, and now she was back in her father's room.

Daddy, I have to go; Alaric's men have picked you up." Her father got up and hugged his daughter as he patted his only daughter's shoulder.

"Take care of yourself; Daddy's sorry."

Tasya let go of her father's embrace and walked out of the room without a word, as she was now unable to hold back her tears.

"Is she done yet?" Devon asked Tasya as he saw her coming down the stairs while wiping her tears.

"What about my stuff?" Tasya asked Devon.

"Later your goods will be delivered there; come on." Devon invited Tasya. First, Devon took out a handkerchief and immediately drugged Tasya, and now Tasya fainted in the arms of Alaric's men.

Devon still remembers that his parents don't like strangers knowing the way to his house; that's why he drugged Tasya.

*****

Tasya opened her eyes and felt her head a little dizzy. She was confused about where she was.

"Hey sleeping princess, are you awake?" The voice next to her came, and it made her turn her head and see Alaric sitting on the sofa next to her with one leg raised.

"Alaric." Tasya was a little hesitant to say the man's name.

"You already know my name? Good, then I don't need to introduce my name to you." Alaric smiled for the first time, a smile that had long been missing from his life.

"Get up and clean your body; Daisy will bring your clothes." Alaric walked out of Tasya's room.

Tasya carried out Alaric's orders now that she had taken a shower. Because it was also almost afternoon, Tasya only used the bath kimono in the bathroom.

The door opened and revealed the face of a beautiful woman who was young but probably older than her.

"These are the clothes you should wear." Daisy put on the gray maid uniform. Daisy was here as the butler.

And she had ordered that she treat Tasya as Alaric's maid. Alaric even told Daisy to give Tasya a tough assignment.

"You will be Mr. Alaric's maid."

"Okay." Tasya breathed a sigh of relief as she felt that the job was quite easy.

"Now prepare a meal for Mr. Alaric."

Tasya just nodded and walked down the stairs to carry out her duties. She thought that she would be the one cooking. It turned out that she was just arranging the food and putting it on the dining table; it turned out that there were a lot of menus to carry.

Miss, you better go call Mr. Alaric," the chef told Tasya to call him.

"Aa, just call me Tasya; I'm just like you. Sorry, where is Alaric's room?" Tasya asked the chef again.

"Mr. Alaric's room is in the hallway to the left upstairs; you should knock on the door first; if no one answers, then you can enter." The chef gave instructions, which Tasya immediately carried out.

Tasya had sworn to look for Alaric's room. There were many rooms in this house, and she was confused when she finally reached the end of the hallway, only to see a door that was a bit mysterious-a wooden door so beautifully carved.

Tasya stood in front of the door, hesitating to knock. Finally, he used the handle hanging on the door to help knock. Several times Tasya tried, but no one opened it. Finally, he remembered the chef's message that he could enter when no one opened the door.

Finally, she opened the door slowly. The first thing that greeted her was a spacious room with European-style architecture, a bed that had a high headboard, and maroon-colored sheets on the walls that were also maroon and gold, adding a luxurious and mysterious impression. but she remembered what her goal was. after being glued to Alaric's room for too long.

Tasya furrowed her brow when she saw Alaric was not in bed. She began to step deeper into Alaric's room and was surprised to see Alaric sleeping in a sitting position on the black sofa in his room.

Tasya ventured to wake Alaric up. She noticed that Alaric's face looked like he had the appearance of an angel, with long eyelashes, a sharp nose, and a strong jaw that was covered with a little fine hair. He was handsome. Tasya felt sorry to have to wake Alaric up. and she also saw that Alaric looked tired.

"Aaa, maybe I should go downstairs and tell the chef that Alaric is sleeping." Tasya turned her body to step outside, but as she stepped, there was a hand pulling her wrist, which surprised her. She sat forcibly on the sofa and saw Alaric's face looking at her face from a very close distance. Tasya closed her eyes in fear; she could not guess what would happen next. Alaric gripped the jaw of the woman under him until the woman felt the pain of what Alaric was doing, and inevitably the woman opened her eyes.

"Who told you to come into my room without my permission?" Alaric said coldly that anyone would be afraid to look at his face right now.

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I never thought that a handsome face could lie to everyone who saw it. Even that angelic face was nothing more than a heartless devil.

I hate him so much

-Natasya Malvera

******"

Alaric grabbed Tasya's hand and dragged him out of Alaric's room. Maybe he had made a big mistake in this house because a servant dared to enter his old room.

"Daisy!" Alaric called out to the butler in his house as Desy came running hurriedly toward his old room.

"What's wrong, sir?" Desy looked down, afraid to see Alaric's angry face.

"Who sent this servant into my room?" Alaric yelled at all the servants in his house.

No one dared to answer Alaric's words. They were all afraid of getting into trouble with his old man; even their lives could be at stake if they dared to defy Mr. Alaric.

Tasya looked at the head chef, who looked down. Tasya could see the look of fear on the chef's face-the obvious face that explained the extreme fear of their master.

"I ask who gives the command!" Alaric threw the glass on the table until it shattered on the marble floor.

"It was on my own accord that I wanted to call you, and I didn't know that you were sleeping. "Tasya, who was standing behind Alaric, answered boldly.

All the servants looked pityingly at Tasya. They knew that it was not Tasya who did it on her own, but they could not say anything; they could only pray that Tasya would not get a cruel punishment.

"You're so sassy." Alaric got up from his chair and grabbed Tasya's hair.

AWW... HURT!!

Tasya tried to release Alaric's hand on her hair, but what power did it have that Alaric's strength was greater than hers? She was able to fight back with all her strength. Alaric pushed her body against the wall.

"Don't you dare step foot into my room without my permission?" Alaric released his grip on Tasya's hair.

And Alaric pushed Tasya's body so hard that Tasya's head accidentally hit the side of the wooden table near the wall, with fresh blood running down her temple. The servants wanted to help Tasya, but they had to wait until their master left.

Alaric climbed the stairs and entered his study. Desy quickly arrived with a box of p3k, and several servants brought towels and water to treat Tasya's wound while Tasya was still holding her head, which was throbbing violently.

"I'm sorry, Tasya that I hurt you." The chef who sent her earlier apologized for what happened to Tasya.

"Aa it's okay. Calm down, I'm okay." Tanya soothed the waiter, who felt so bad for her.

"Rest Tasya, Mr. Alaric won't come out again after he goes into his office," Desy told Tasya to rest after seeing the poor girl's face, which was quite pale.

Tasya nodded and went to her room. She was still confused as to why her room was still the one that was in her place this morning; this room was even more luxurious and not even suitable for a servant like her. Tasya did not bother to immediately lay her body on the soft king-size mattress.

******

Alaric was drinking the champagne that was in his glass; he very often drank champagne when he felt angry, and at this time he was still thinking about the incident earlier and how surprised Alaric was when he saw the woman enter boldly into his room, even boldly staring at his sleeping face.

"Look, little girl, it's not even that much that I want to torture you so badly that you can't stand it and choose to kill yourself," Alaric said with a grin that looked handsome but deadly like a demon.

Alaric put down his glass and walked towards the wall that had a door connecting directly to his room, and the door was in his walk-in closet. Alaric's room does have a character that matches its mysterious owner. Because Alaric is a man who has a million secrets and even a lot of dark times that no one knows about.

Flashback

"Mommy, don't go, ma. Mommy, don't leave me, mom?" Little Alaric cried, holding his mother's leg, who was still hanging herself.

Since all this time he had only been watching his parents fight, his mother was brutally beaten by his biological father. "You're a dead whore; you brought your illegitimate child, too." His father threw flower vans, which almost hit his mother's head if she did not move to avoid them. The result was that they only broke and affected his mother's forehead, which was already battered.

Alaric didn't know what happened to his father. Alaric knew his father was drunk and liked to beat his mother. After beating his mother, his father left by slamming hard on the door of a small house that could not be called a decent house. Only a small hut; this is where little Alaric was born. Alaric approached his mother, who was lying on the wooden floor, messy.

"Mommy, let's wake up; Alaric is hungry." He saw that his body was only stiff, but he knew that his body was only stiff, and he knew that his mother was still alive. Little Alaric cried, sobbing. The 5-year-old child was crying because he was hungry and afraid. "Mommy Alaric is hungry. Mom, Alaric's stomach hurts." His mother got up with half his strength to make Alaric milk. "Come on, Mommy, make milk." With a body that felt crumbling, his mother took Alaric to the kitchen and made him milk. "Finish your milk, and after this, sleep in the room, son." His mother rubbed Alaric's head and kissed the top of his head.

Flashback off

******

Alaric woke up from his sleep so far. He couldn't sleep peacefully because he must have dreamed of something he wanted to erase from his memory. With sweat pouring from his temples.

Alaric looked at the clock on the nightstand, which showed 3 a.m. He left his room and stepped into life to go to the first floor. He wanted to drink champagne to get rid of the thought of his nightmare.

This was Alaric's nature; he always woke up at night because of his nightmares. That's why he hated to choose sleep, and he would rather deal weapons or fuck his bitch. Otherwise, he would go to the boxing ring to fight until his opponent died or was comatose in the hospital.

He gulped down the golden-colored liquid quickly, like a thirsty person. Again and again, he remembered the incident where he was dumped and beaten by his mother and considered a jinxed child, making him angry and breaking the glass in his hand. Fresh blood dripped from his palm. He did not care about the glass shards that stuck between his fingers; his mind only had hatred for women.

Tasya woke up because her throat was thirsty. When she reached the first floor, she saw someone sitting in the pantry, with the lights only highlighting the table area. Tasya could see Alaric's face as he was sipping champagne. She immediately turned around and chose to return to the room rather than look for trouble. But she undid her intention when she heard the sound of breaking glass. Tasya the sound came from, but she was confused about what to do.

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Tasya chose to get down and walk towards Alaric's body, which was still behind him. Looking from a distance, Tasya could see a lot of blood flowing from Alaric's hand. Without thinking about that, Tasya walked towards the pantry.

Tasya could see Alaric's face very clearly, Alaric looked at her sharply, but Tasya didn't care; she continued to walk to get the basin and towel that she found in the cupboard, as well as the P3K box that Desy had told her earlier.

Tasya walked back to Alaric.

"Let me treat your hand, no matter what you do to me after this."

Tasya took Alaric's hand, but Alaric pulled his hand back. "I don't need your help; let me treat it," Alaric said firmly.

But that doesn't apply to Tasya; she is known as a stubborn woman who knows no fear. She took Alaric's hand, and without speaking, Tasya slowly welcomed the glass splinter that was still stuck in Alaric's hand. Tasya had a glimpse of Alaric's face, which looked normal; there was no pain in Alaric's facial expression.

Tasya had asked in her heart what kind of human being Alaric was who had no feeling of pain. She wiped Alaric's blood with a towel that had been moistened with water. Slowly, Tasya dripped red medicine and helped sacrifice Alaric's hand, When the bandage was almost finished, Alaric pulled his hand away and left him.

Alaric entered the elevator and stared at his newly treated hand. Alaric had never seen a woman who dared to defy his orders, who dared to look at him and touch him.

******

The next morning, the servants at Alaric's house were puzzled by what had happened to his old man this morning. He had fought in the training room and left two of his men battered; they could not be said to have suffered minor injuries when their hands were broken; they had countless wounds in various places if only they were still alive, but they could have been killed right then and there. At this time, they must be receiving intensive care.

Not only that, he even criticized the small mistakes that Alaric rarely cared about, knowing why his parents were angry.

"Daisy!!!" Alaric, who was currently standing in front of the swimming pool,

"What's wrong, sir?" Desy bent her body; she didn't dare look at Alaric's face, She remembered that maybe Alaric was angry because of what happened last night.

"You have been working incompetently all this time; am I paying your salary just to relax?"

"Excuse me, sir, is there anything I need to fix?" Desy was confused by what her old man said, and what kind of work made him issue an ultimatum.

"You see the leaves that fell into this swimming pool?" he said, pointing to the three leaves that fell into the pool. The leaves came from the tree by the pool.

"I see, sir, I will immediately call Ana to clean it up." Desy lowered her head and immediately wanted to call her subordinates.

"No. I don't want Ana to clean it up." Alaric snapped at Daisy.

"I'll do it myself then." Desy moved but stopped when she heard Alaric's voice again.

"I want the new maid to clean it, drain the water and clean the walls of this swimming pool; just tell her to clean it; don't let anyone help her; if I find anyone helping her, then that's the end of your history. Alaric smirked and immediately changed his expression back to flat.

*****

Tasya wiped the walls of the swimming pool; she didn't complain at all, because why would she spend time getting angry about something unimportant? Almost all day, she cleaned the pool, which was originally empty but is now filled with water.

Tasya stepped her body back into the house as she endured very painful dizziness, but Tasya had to keep cleaning so that she would no longer feel Alaric's anger.

Without Tasya realizing that Alaric had been watching her from the balcony, his eyes didn't even glance at anything other than Tasya.

Tasya's body fell, causing Alaric to panic, and he rushed down the stairs.

When he reached the pool, he saw the waiters gathering to resuscitate Tasya. Alaric swiftly grabbed Tasya's body and lifted her into the house.

"Call the doctor!" He guessed from one of the waiters.

With a panicked face, he saw that Tasya's face was so pale that her hands were breaking out in cold sweat.

"How is she?" Alaric asked when the doctor had finished examining her.

"She is fine; it's just that she is dehydrated, so her body is weakened." The doctor also said goodbye because there was a patient who would undergo surgery today.

Meanwhile, Tasya was still unconscious. Alaric faithfully waited for her and even paid for the medicine that Tasya would take.

Alaric was confused by what was happening to him, He, who previously had no heart, now felt strange about what was happening.

Emm...mmm

Tasya's small movements on Alaric's bed made Alaric, who had just been sipping wine, put down his glass, and his eagle eyes watched the woman, who was disheveled in her white shirt.

"Where am I?" He turned his head as Tasya felt familiar with the room he was sleeping in. "In my room," Alaric replied. Tasya who was initially confused, was surprised to see Alaric sitting casually dressed by her side.

Tasya just remembered that she had experienced dizziness earlier, and after that, she didn't remember what else happened, Tasya immediately got out of bed because she felt that she didn't belong there, especially since she was a waitress.

Alaric stepped his foot closer to Tasya, making Tasya scared, and she retreated continuously until, finally, she could no longer retreat because there was a wall behind her.

"You've never been good at anything; I don't think you deserve to be a maid!" Alaric grabbed Tasya's chin, making Tasya look at Alaric, Tasya just kept quiet and didn't even put up a fight.

"And your job now is to be a servant of my lust because I don't think you're bad enough to be on par with the whores." He smiled fiercely as he watched Tasya who widened her eyes and looked very surprised by what she had heard today.

"For now, you need to heal first because I am not willing to sleep with a dying woman," he said as he released his grip on Tasya's chin.

"I refuse to be your whore." Tasya yelled out loudly, rejecting Alaric, making Alaric furious that he had never been rejected by any woman, not even the woman herself who offered to warm Alaric's bed.

"You dare reject me!" Alaric hugged Tasya's body, making Tasya feel uncomfortable, and tried to let go. However, her strength was no match for Alaric's and Alaric managed to make her body stiff.

Alaric, without Tasya's permission, immediately kissed Tasya's lips intensely. Tasya tried to release it, but Alaric slyly pressed her nape and bit her lips, making Tasya have to be forced to open her mouth. With pleasure, Alaric exposed Tasya's lips, even though his kiss had not been reciprocated.

Tasya admits that Alaric is great at kissing; it is undeniable how many women have kissed his lips, and she is now also a victim of Alaric's depravity.

Alaric's kiss also released them to breathe a lot of air, like they would die if they didn't breathe oxygen at this time.

"Your kiss is still below standard. I can even guess that this is your first kiss; it's okay, you'll be an expert soon because I will teach you how to kiss properly starting tomorrow, get ready!"

Alaric, with his sinless face, left Tasya still in a dazed state, even though she thought that what happened was just a dream.

"You, Alaric, are a demon with the face of an angel; I hate you!" Tasya was angry and immediately left the room that she thought was cursed.