Chapter 7 - Mrs. Creed

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“Damn this bitch,” I cursed as I kept slamming blows into her face.

“Jesus!” Josie exclaimed in horror when she saw the mess Lisa was in. “Madam Creed, enough!” she yelled, urging me to stop. “If you continue like that, you’ll kill her for real,” she added.

I sighed and raised my head. “Did you just yell at me? I mean, you literally just gave me an order?” I asked, irritated by her interference. “Seriously? The nerve.”

Josie hesitated. “My apologies, Madam, but if I didn’t intervene... that last hit would probably kill her,” she explained.

I looked down at Lisa’s face. She was still breathing, but her face was completely messed up. “Fine, I’ll let it pass for today. But the next time you speak to me like that... I’ll murder you. I’ll cut your head off your body, and no one will ever know,” I spat, watching her squirm in horror. “Good. I like that expression. Keep it, and you might live to see another day, bitch,” I said coldly before storming upstairs.

Mary rushed to Lisa, scolding her. “I always say your mouth will get you into trouble. Look at your face,” she said, trying to help her up. “You’re too rude for your own good.”

“That’s enough, Mary. Take her inside while I get the doctor,” Josie instructed.

“Sure, if she’s still alive,” Mary replied sarcastically as she dragged Lisa upstairs. “Next time, mind your business.”

“Shit!” I cursed, staring at my reflection in the mirror. “And here I thought... I was over this IED bullshit,” I muttered.

Coming back here was a big mistake. I can already imagine the headlines when the world finds out about my weakness.

Mira was a young woman with emotions too heavy for her. She had been admitted to a mental institution because of IED, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, a rage so intense it sometimes made her do the unimaginable.

This was why I ran away from home, searching for a solution. At the time, it felt impossible, until I met people who had gone through the same thing. Being around them helped me. I got better. I was supposed to get better.

Sighing, I muttered, “Just one day as a married woman, and I’m already losing it. I can’t go back to that.”

I lay on the bed. After a while, there was a knock on my door.

“Yes?” I called out.

“Mrs. Creed, it’s me, Josie,” she said from outside.

“What do you want?” I asked rudely.

“Well, nothing. It’s just that the doctor would like to speak with you,” she informed me.

“Doctor? I don’t remember calling for one,” I said, confused.

“Oh, I did. We had no choice. Lisa’s condition was bad, so I called him,” she explained.

I got up and walked to the door, opening it. I stared down at her. “Yeah... so why do you need me?” I asked absentmindedly.

“The doctor asked to speak with the Boss, and since he’s away on a business trip, I thought—”

“You thought?” I cut her off. “You’re always thinking, Josie. You should’ve handled it yourself,” I said, walking past her.

“Ma!” she called, running after me. “I’m not Lucian Creed’s wife, you are. When he’s not around, you’re the one in charge of the mansion,” she explained.

“Oh, right. Lucky me,” I said sarcastically, stopping and turning to her. “Where is he?”

“Down this way,” she said, pointing ahead.

“Then lead,” I replied.

We walked down the hall, and I followed her.

This place is ridiculously big. We took about six turns just to get to the maid’s quarters.

It felt like a house inside a house. Each room had space for two people.

“Not a bad place for a maid,” I said aloud.

“Thank you,” Josie replied, thinking it was a compliment.

“It wasn’t,” I said flatly.

“Well... I’m sure they appreciate it,” she added with a smile.

“Are you not—” I started, then stopped when another maid stepped out in front of us.

“Oh, you’re here,” Mary said, greeting me.

I ignored her and walked straight into the room.

Instead of looking at Lisa or the doctor, I focused on the room. The setup. The decorations. Or at least, I pretended to.

“Wow, nice room,” I said as I walked past them toward the window.

I could feel everyone staring.

Good.

If the doctor was allowed in here, he must be important.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not heartless. I’m not a monster. Sure, I can be a murderous bitch, but only when I’m in IED mode.

My parents promised that once they got the Dolman property, they’d get me out of this place. But nothing is happening. Worse, they’re not even picking my calls.

Even if I try to deny it... I feel like they tricked me again.

I’ll find out soon enough.

Lisa said many women have been here before. I won’t be the last.

Good.

Because right now, I want out.

I have a life waiting for me outside these walls. I can’t keep paying for my parents’ mistakes.

If they’ve abandoned me, then I’ll save myself.

Even if I have to become a demon to get out of this marriage.

“Mrs. Creed, the doctor is over there,” Josie reminded me.

I turned with a fake smile. “Oh, really? Thanks,” I said and walked over.

“You wanted to speak with me?” I asked.

“Good day, madam,” he said, standing and stretching out his hand. I ignored it. “My name is Abel Thomas. I’m the Creed family doctor and also a psychiatrist.”

“Huh. A psychiatrist?” I scoffed. “Has Lucian finally lost his mind?”

“Pardon?” he asked, confused.

“Oh, nothing. I just thought maybe he finally snapped. Wouldn’t be surprising,” I said with a smile. “He already acts like he has a loose screw.”

They all stared at me before the doctor suddenly laughed.

“You must be the new wife. You’re funny,” he said.

“Oh, I’m glad I entertained you,” I replied dryly.

“When I heard he got married, I was curious,” he continued. “With all the women he’s been with, I didn’t expect someone like you.”

I raised a brow.

“I’m a certified doctor. Psychiatry is just a side interest. And I can assure you, Mr. Creed is not crazy,” he said, stepping closer. “But I’ve gotten quite good at spotting crazy people lately.”

He looked straight at me.

I didn’t flinch.

“Wow. What a twisted asshole,” I said calmly.

“Asshole? Maybe. Twisted? No. I’m an angel,” he smiled.

“Someone is actually dying here. Shouldn’t you focus on me?” Lisa snapped.

“Oh right, sorry,” he said.

Sighing, I asked, “Doctor, do you know any drug that can render someone voiceless?”

“Incapable of speaking?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Not exactly, but there’s a surgical option,” he said. “Why the interest?”

“Nothing,” I turned to Lisa. “I just thought a wordless face would look good on her.”

Lisa shrieked.

“You’re joking, right?” he asked.

“You tell me. You’re the psychiatrist,” I replied. “So why did you want to meet me again?”

“Well,” he said, shaking his head slightly, “her injuries are not that serious, but she needs rest for a few days.”

I looked at Lisa. She avoided my gaze.

“And?” I asked.

“I wanted to know if you have any idea what happened.”

I raised a brow. “And I’m supposed to know because...?”

“You’re Mrs. Creed,” he said.

What an asshole.

“And if I don’t want to answer?” I asked coldly.

“You seem angry,” he said instead. “Even if she’s a maid, she’s still human, and need proper care.”

“Of course. Even the rats in the ceiling needs care,” I replied.

Then I turned to Josie. “Make sure she gets all the rest she needs. I have better things to do than waste time on a maid who doesn’t know her place.”

I looked at Lisa. “Next time you feel like dying, come find me. I’ll take you to heaven... or in your case, hell.”

And I walked out.