Chapter 3

Emerald sat on the chair at Thomas' bedside. He shook his head and sighed. It was a pity this man would leave his daughter alone. He checked the stopwatch and saw he had five minutes before he took the man's soul. Why not chat a little first? He touched the man's forehead gently, and he gently opened his eyes.

"Olive". He called in a weak and pained voice

"She left. Probably went to bed". Emerald replied and Thomas' head snapped to the side. He couldn't his sight. The one and only Emerald DeVille was in his room

What happened when he was unconscious? Did one of his daughters get involved with DeVille? Not being able to come up with a reason as to why the richest man in Snowville was in his room he decided to ask.

"If I may ask, why are you here Mr DeVille".

"Tch. You've already asked so no need seeking permission to ask". Emerald replied with a strange face. " You are a pathetic excuse for a father you know that?"

"It was my fault for trusting Clara too much. But I'm more surprised Snow is a part of it". Thomas said as a tear escaped his eyes. " I won't make it till tomorrow. Please look after my little Olive Mr DeVille".

Emerald took out the stopwatch. Thirty seconds left. He sighed. The man looked so desperate to find someone to look after his girl. Emerald couldn't deny. She was beautiful and he would gladly look after her.

"I will Mr Parker". Emerald said and Thomas let out a smile. Emerald starred at the stopwatch again. Five, four, three, two, one

Thomas' body went limp and his breathing seized. Emerald touched his forehead and disappeared with a smirk.

Olive stepped out of the bathroom. Her curly hair was dripping wet and her body was tied in a white towel. She sat before her mirror, took her hand dryer and began drying her hair. She gently brushed through her curls as she dried it. When she was done, she oiled it and began braiding it.

"You got such beautiful hair sweet Olive".

Olive gasped at hearing James's voice. She quickly stood up and turned to see him sitted on her bed. She had been lost in drying her hair and didn't see him come in. His gaze was full of so much lust that got her nervous

"J...J...J...James. What are you doing here? ". She asked nervously as she held her towel tighter.

"What else Olive ? You already why I'm here. Clara and Snow have gone clubbing so it's just two of us now sweet Olive ". James said moving towards her. She quickly ran to the door but he got hold of her braids and pull her back to him

"Please don't do this anymore James I beg you". She pleaded crying severely but he merely laughed and kissed her neck

"I've just started Sweet Olive. We have been doing this for months so it's not something new". He said in her ears as she kept on crying.

"James please I'm begging you don't do this I'm tired . Please James ". She begged.

However James turned a deaf ear to all her pleas. He threw her on the bed and forcefully pulled out her towel. Screams could be heard throughout the mansion as James proceed to force himself on her.

Her screams could be heard in the kitchen by the servants. The three maids exchange glances in pity.

"I wonder how long the poor girl have to endure this ?" The first maid said shaking her head

"Every time those two bitches are not home he takes the opportunity to molest the poor girl". The second one said drinking the water in the glass she held

"I really despise those two b**ches. Apparently I was thought Snow was a good person ". The first one added with a face

"Listen you two I really love my job and if you do the same y theou will mind your businesses". The third warned walking out of the kitchen she was the one Clara slapped earlier

Emerald sat relaxed on his sofa in his room. He was busy starring at something on this phone with a smile on his face. He was shirtless displaying his tattooed arms and torso. The room was lit by a single table lamp.

His attention was on a picture of Olive. She was standing by the beach smiling. She wore short Beach gown and her hair flew in the wind. Everything about her captivated him from sky blue eyes to her pretty smile and perfect body. Never had he made a girl who intrigued him like her. He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear

" Hello sir ". Claude's voice answered at the other end of the line

"I've sent you a photo of someone I need complete feedback on her". He ordered through the phone

"When Sir?"

"Tomorrow "

"Alright Sir I will ". Claude said and Emerald hung up.

The door opened and Celia stepped in with Afara. They were both In their nightgowns

"Why do you love the dark so much? Jeez". Celia asked turning the lights on and making the room brighter.

"I'm the angel of death. Death equals darkness". Emerald replied absent mindedly. Afara, curious craned her neck to see what he was concentrated on.

"You got a new toy to play with?". Afara asked and Emerald shook his head. He stood up and moved to the window.

"I don't love my toys Afara. She's different". He said looking out into the dark.

"No no no no". Afara said in disbelief. " You can't Azrael. You just can't".

"Don't fucking call me that. It's Emerald and why can't I?" He asked calmly. But there was an underlying danger in his tune.

"You decide to live as a human, involving your self in so many shady things. The heavenly host have decided to turn a blind eye to all that. Do you think they would do the same if you get involved with a mortal?" Afara asked trying to get her friend to see reason. But it seemed impossible.

"Good night Ladies ". He said without facing them. Both women exchanged glasses and Celia shrugged. They knew when not to push Emerald

DIAZ MANSION Phyna sat in the middle of her large bed busy on her phone. She was in a pink short nightgown and almost every other thing in the room was pink. She was in love with the color. Suddenly her phone rang. A call from her mother. With a sigh she threw the phone on the bed. Why would her mother call her when they spoke just two minutes ago. Soon the door opened and a boy of about seven stood there.

"You should be asleep Jude. What do you want?" She asked.

Mom said you should come downstairs. Olive's here and she's crying ". He said and walked off.

Phyna quickly ran out of her room and moved downstairs. Why was Olive present and crying? On getting there she saw Olive sitted by her mother crying.

"Olive?" She called surprised and Olive looked at her. " Her face was tear stained and her eyes were puffy. "Oh Olive what's wrong?" She asked pulling her friend up and hugging her.

However Olive was too occupied crying to explain what had happened. James had raped her over and over. He left saying he would be back. He used the opportunity to escape and easily found her way to Phyna 's.

"Mon I'll take her upstairs now. Goodnight". Phyna said and her mother nodded sympathetically.

Soon both girls sat on Phyna 's bed holding a cup of water which was half filled.

"Girl why don't you report him or even Snow? Or you can let me kill him" Phyna suggested and Olive shook her head.

"No Snow won't believe me over her boyfriend and James would probably buy his way out". Olive explained.

"Well you'll let kill him right? My dad will block the case so I won't get arrested". Phyna said seriously and her friend laughed.

"James will end up killing you Phyna". She said with a smile. "I'm tired Phyna I'm tired of being molested.

Phyna simply reached out and hugged her. She didn't know what her friend was passing through. She could only imagine she must be feeling. She could only offer silent comfort in her hug.

The next morning Olive hurried home after telling Phyna she might come late to school. When she entered the living room she met her two nightmares in the living room. Snow sat cuddled up with James as the three of them drank happily. The maids looked sad.

"Olive you are here". Clara said excitedly. " Guess what. I got good news".