His Sweet Bella

Arabella GarciaClad in her plain white ankle-length dress, Arabella Garcia walked the quiet alley of the church. Her moistened eyes lit up when they found the familiar statue situated at the far end of the lane. She hastened her steps and halted before the statue. She kneeled down and tightly pressed her eyes closed, causing tears to squeeze out. She clasped her hands together and bowed her head in front of the holy cross. She started murmuring in her soft angelic voice."Father in heaven, I thank you for giving me such a beautiful life. I am grateful to you for all the blessings and kindness you showered on me. I ask you for just one more help. Please, make Ruby get well soon. I found her today outside my room all drenched in rain. She was stiff and barely breathing when I took her in. She hasn't opened her eyes since then.

She nervously clutched at the strap of her bag as she dazedly stared at the huge mansion that stood proud and tall in front of her. She found the extravagance of the house daunting. She was so intimidated that for a minute, she considered turning tails. She just couldn't picture herself casually strolling through the corridors of this magnificent building."Excuse me, you need some help?" the guard approached her. He had been watching her for the last 10 minutes gawking at the mansion. Although it was nothing out of the ordinary, the mansion had distracted many. However, the guard was strictly instructed to question anyone and everyone who is seen around the mansion for safety purposes.Arabella didn't respond."Ma'am," the guard tried again, louder this time.

Shere, EnglandAra had not expected that she would get this close to Angela and others in such a short span of time. She was coming back to the mansion from her orphanage. Today was her day off so she had left for the orphanage the previous evening only. She was missing her former home immensely. The mansion was already asleep by the time she came back. It was 12.30 in the evening. She had gotten late tonight. Ara quietly got into the unilluminated mansion and padded towards her room. She sensed something off. The air of the mansion felt different, colder. Not giving it much thought, she went to her room. Ara changed into her pajama and shirt. The trip had made her hungry. She decided to get something to eat from the kitchen. She bothered not to turn on the light as she now knew every inch of the mansion. Her eyes bulged out when she opened the refrigerator and saw a variety of mouth-watering food tucked inside it. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was some festival or so

“He wants you to leave….now,” Jenna revealed in a cheerless tone. Ara’s eyes widened in shock.The news psyched her out. Panic wormed into her racing heart.   “Now?” she asked. It was almost midnight. Where will she go at this hour of the night? Jenna shifted her gaze to the floor. This time, there was nothing they could do.  “You can stay at a motel. Robert will drop you,” Jenna suggestedAra was too overwhelmed to pay attention to her. She had messed up big time. Mr. Serrano gave her a second chance and she ruined it in the most horrible way. She can’t lose this job.&

She is just a maid. Maid or caretaker, the same fucking shit. Killian was furious with himself for even thinking about her in that way. He could never be attracted to a low life like her. Someone as plain as her. Her clothes reflected her lack of class. Her conduct spoke of her crudeness. Her flat-like-board frame revealed her poor status. An orphan on top of that. Who knows whose blood is running through her veins. She was everything that turns him off and yet.... Killian has a class, a status. Even his whores possess a certain class and prestige in society.He doesn't fuck women with no class. That's just beneath him.