Chapter 3 THREE

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.