"Pack up all of Shareeza's things," Sebastian ordered right after lunch."Papa?" Shareeza looked up at her father with pleading eyes. It was clear the little girl was reluctant to part with him. Alethea suspected that her reluctance had something to do with the pinch she had received earlier."Your mother is back, and you have to return to school," her father said, making the little girl's eyes well up with tears."I don't want to go home. I don't want to go to school. I just want to be with you," she said, still looking sad."Do you want to be a smart girl?" Sebastian asked, making Alethea suppress a quiet sigh.Why was "being a smart kid" always the go-to argument for adults whenever a child didn't want to go to school? Why didn't they ever ask why the child didn't want to go? A child refusing to attend school didn't automatically mean they were lazy or unintelligent. There could be a reason—a trigger—that made them reluctant to go. Maybe it was because they found the school environ
Alethea didn't clean herself in Sebastian's room because she felt unworthy. After wiping away her tears, she put her work clothes back on and tidied up the room as if nothing had happened. Once she was sure Sebastian's room was spotless, she took the soiled sheets out and headed straight for the laundry room.Fortunately, she didn't run into anyone inside the villa while she made her way to the storage area. Perhaps Helen had taken her place looking after Shareeza while she was away. As for Pierre, he would undoubtedly remain by Sebastian's side.After loading the laundry into the washing machine and turning it on, Alethea walked back to her room. Just like on the first night when Sebastian took her virginity, she scrubbed her body over and over again, washing herself harshly. But this time, she no longer cried.Sitting at her small vanity while drying her damp hair, Alethea studied her own reflection. Her face looked bare without any makeup. She appeared exhausted, with dark circles
"Don't you want to do it?" Sebastian asked when he didn't feel Alethea move, while the man's hand was still gently rubbing Alethea's back, seemingly coaxing."I-I've never done it, sir." Alethea answered honestly.She looked down, staring into Sebastian's eyes that seemed to be looking back at her even though she knew he could not see. Her gaze ended at Sebastian's pink lips and Alethea swallowed nervously."Just do as you wish." Sebastian said still in a coaxing tone while his thumbs began to move to rub the outer area of Alethea's breasts.Alethea bit her lower lip, but slowly lowered her head. Either afraid of Sebastian's tantrum or curious about the sensation, Alethea pressed her lips against his.It felt warm, and soft. Then, with curiosity, Alethea starts to kiss Sebastian's thin upper lip and suck on it. Sebastian's fingers squeezed Alethea's back impatiently.Moving her head to the other side, Alethea's lips take over Sebastian's lower lip. Sebastian held back his impatient mo
Sebastian's words lingered in Alethea's mind, making it impossible for her to enjoy dinner. Anxiety and dread gnawed at her, filling her thoughts with uncertainty about what the night had in store for her.Dinner passed in a blur. Alethea couldn't even recall what she had talked about with Shareeza. Her heart pounded harder every time she noticed the food on Sebastian and Shareeza's plates slowly disappearing."I'll take care of it," Helen said when Alethea reached for the dishes. Alethea looked at the older woman as if asking for permission to handle the cleanup, but Helen simply shook her head."There's no point in stalling. You already know where you'll end up," she said with a faint smile.Taking a deep breath and trying to hold back tears, Alethea made her way to Shareeza's bedroom. Sebastian was already there, sitting at the edge of the bed while Shareeza was wrapped snugly in her cartoon-themed blanket."Good night," the little girl said, surprisingly not asking Alethea to read
Alethea accompanied Shareeza as she played in the afternoon. Since Sebastian had forbidden them from playing on the grassy yard for fear that there might be another snake, they spent the afternoon in the living room, playing traditional games that Pierre had taken out from storage."What is this?" Shareeza asked when she saw a dark blue plastic congklak board in Pierre's hands."This is called congklak, Miss," Alethea informed her."Ohh..." she responded, nodding as if she understood. "And this?" she asked, pointing at a clear plastic bag filled with dried seeds."These are dried soursop seeds. Do you know soursop, Miss? The fruit with green skin and white flesh?" Alethea tried to explain. The little girl frowned and shook her head."Does it taste good?" she asked curiously."It's delicious. It's sweet but sometimes a little sour. It's usually great for making juice, syrup, or mixed into shaved ice desserts." Thinking about soursop suddenly made Alethea crave sweet and tangy soursop j
Alethea stepped out of the bathroom after hearing an impatient knock from outside—it was Helen."Was your stomach so bad that you had to occupy the bathroom all by yourself?" Helen asked curtly, eyeing Alethea, who still looked pale."Sorry," Alethea murmured weakly as she stepped out and held the door open."No need to apologize. I just need to use the toilet." Helen pushed past Alethea to enter. "Oh, and I've reheated your lunch. Eat it before it gets cold again. You know I hate wasting food," she added before closing the door and locking herself inside.Alethea took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, a faint smile forming on her lips.Even though Helen often spoke in a cold or even sharp tone, her actions clearly showed care. Alethea felt grateful, even if she never had the courage to say it out loud.She walked over to the bar table, where a steaming plate of rice and a large piece of spicy chicken sat alongside a glass of warm water.Sitting down, she pulled the plate closer, prep