The shack and dirty house in the middle of the forest was built with trees and used grass and leaves as a roof. Inside, the hoarse man's voice continued to let out unearthly curses, accompanied by the horrible sound of whips.
“You're useless! This bastard! I asked you to serve the guests, not asked you to hit them! I have warned you many times already. You cost me a lot of money again. Shit! You pissed me off and asked for it! ”
The thin and small figure curled up tightly, shivering and receiving each cruel whip lashing down. The dirty and ragged old dress couldn’t cover the pale skin bleeding out from the new wounds that stacked up against the old. No matter how much the whip struck her down, that poor girl still didn’t let a groan of pain, a scream or a beg for forgiveness come out of her mouth. She just shivered from the pain that was constantly torturing her body.
After about a hundred times of hitting, kicking, and cursing, it seems to have calmed down a bit. The skinny man with a fierce face was panting for breath finally stop. He wiped away forcefully the sweat on his face, his red eyes were still glaring at the girl who was lying on the dirty floor.
“Chuck chuck chuck *, Alice. If you were obedient, you wouldn't have been beaten, and I wouldn't have lost my money. So why do you keep driving me crazy? Do you need to make it so hard?”
(*tongue click)
He squatted down next to the girl, mercilessly grabbing her long, messy silver hair, then tugging, forcing her to look up. He said:
“Look at this pretty face. You look like a lady from a noble family, but unfortunately, you are just a lowly commoner, the daughter of a dirty prostitute.”
“...” - No, her mom was not like that. Her mom... she was the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world.
“I was too kind and it was enough to take care of you and your mother. I also gave you food and accommodation. And now, two of you have to work to pay off my debt. Understand?!”
Ever since the day her father, the Marquess of Rothnor, received authorization from her mother in the most despicable way possible, by forcing her to give up the inheritance, he officially became the heir to all the power and wealth of House Rothnor.
He immediately took his mistress and stepdaughter back to the mansion to live like the real owner. Seeing Alice and her mother as parasites, despite his lover insulting his official wife and children, even the servants in the mansion have the right to trample on them.
Alice's mother had an accident that caused her to lose her voice and had a great psychological impact. After that, she was betrayed and deceived by her own husband for so many years. She was like a gold mine that he was trying to exploit to the end. Now that it's worthless, he didn’t even care for a single glance.
About his lover and daughter, two of them were not satisfied with what they had stolen. They spread the news that Alice was not actually the biological child of the Marquess of Rothnor, turned her mother into a womanizer, branded her an illegitimate child, and kicked Alice and her mom out of the mansion without bringing anything.
The girl trembled slightly. Her long eyelashes were tightly closed, her eyebrows were furrowed, her pale, chapped lips were pursed tightly, and she tried not to utter a word.
“You just need to work here and obediently serve the guests that I bring instead of your mother. You will be happy, and I will get more money. Isn't it very simple, huh?”
Alice opened her eyes and glanced at the man who was babbling nonsense, silently cursing him to get to hell without the body.
“Ah, actually, if you're unwell, your mother can take her place temporarily. She must have been a prostitute after all. Why was she not giving you some hands-on experience serving men?”
Alice's eyes widened when she heard the mention of her mother, and she glared fiercely at the bastard in front of her, as if she was touching the scales backwards. She finally got up to protest and used her fingernails to scratch his face:
“Shut up your mouth! How dare you mention my mother? If you dare to bring her here, I will definitely risk my life with you!!”
Her mother was a noble Marquise, and many men had bowed to her. Now this bastard dared insult her, looking down at her and insulting her.
Alice’s body was really thin and weak, and she had just received a brutal blow. Her strength was nothing compares to this man. On the contrary, it made his blood boil even more. A merciless slap fell directly on Alice's face again, causing her mind to buzz, her eyes blinding with difficulty.
“Shit! You sl**! Do you still dare beat me? All right, if your mother didn't teach you, today, I will show you how to act as a prostitute!"
Before Alice could regain her senses, she felt that the man was climbing up her whole body. He gripped the lower half of her body so that Alice couldn't swing. His hands began to riot, he didn't slow down, but just tore off each piece of the old dress that was soon too old and tattered on her body.
The man turned her over. His eyes were full of red floating blood. His hand hastily touched the wounded but still soft flesh of the person below without noticing what she was plotting. He quickly glanced greedily at the tender body of the girl exposed in front of him, swallowed twice, and bent down to kiss her.
Alice was aware of what she was about to face, her hands trying to reach out, flailing around on the ground, then grasping something that appeared to be quite hard. It was the wooden stick she used to hit the guest that was brought in before.
She thought to herself: “I don’t want to end like this...”
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Alice wasn't in too much of a hurry to wait for the right moment, but she truly loathed every inch of her skin that he touched. The golden eyes shone with coldness. The thin arm raised the staff high, aimed at the man's head straight, and then used all her strength to smack it down. The man was suddenly attacked . He was stunned and slowly straightened his back to sit up. Unable to speak, just 'ah...uh....' for two times, he reached out his hand to touch the nape of his neck. The whole hand was covered with blood. His face was pale and he fell down. As an aside, his eyes gradually lost focus as he looked at the girl with long white hair was holding the stick out of nowhere, saw her take it and smacked it down again. Alice, with a bloodless face, stared at the bloody stick with a few spikes on it, gasping for breath. She tossed the stick aside, then grabbed the thin blanket on the bed and wrapped it around her body. She didn't know if it was her own blood or the bastard's, but the st
Soon after, about two more men who cut down the bushes in the way also appeared. They reverently worship.“We’re late, please forgive us prin-”Before he could finish speaking, the mysterious face-masked man waved his hand and said:“Quickly tie up this pig and take it to the horse.”The other two nodded to move forward, only to realize that there was something black hiding behind the tree. They opened their eyes to look, immediately drew their swords and were stopped again.“Don't mind him, we'll come back home soon. I’m tired.”They hesitated to withdraw their swords, hearing orders to quickly cut down a small tree and use it as a burden to carry the big wild boar back.When the three of them were about to leave, the masked man turned his head to check, ‘that man’ was also following him slowly.Does it look like ‘he’ wants to get out of this forest?There was no reason at that time, but he automatically slowed down to lead the way. It seems to show pity for the person who is struggl
Alice tried to pull her hair away from the man, she wanted to come and hug her mother right away. But the man caught her or pressed her hands behind her back easily, not giving her a chance to move forward. “It was so touching… fuh fuh fuh. But two of you can stop here. You should complete your mission before I change my mind. My former Marquise.” Then she ordered her henchman to put down a piece of paper and an ink pen. Tears kept flowing so that Alice couldn't see clearly what paper it was. She could only see her mother's boneless fingers holding the pen with difficulty and writing down something like a signature. As soon as she stopped writing, the noble-looking woman bent down and grabbed the paper. Seeing the line of crooked signatures, her heart trembled with joy. “Ah ha ha. Confirmation of annulment of Alice Rothnors inheritance. Signed by The Marquise of Rothnor - Irene Rothnor. A ha ha good! It’s very good! Ha ha ha ha!!!” Alice was surprised to hear what the woman has re
The Rothnor mansion seemed to shine in an area when dawn shone on the multicolored glass windows and bright white walls. This structure was built in the Baroque* style, which was popular for the design of churches and monumental theaters. The characteristic of Baroque architecture was that it showed off the strength and power of the owner of the building. The image of the mansion made a strong impression with its brilliance and strong feelings due to the details, colors, and light when facing and enjoying it. From the outside gate to along the paths in the courtyard of the mansion, there were trees and flowers, enough to know that the owner of this place loved nature very much. Prominent in the middle of the garden was a transparent greenhouse with lots of flowers, dahlias, and an extremely eye-catching small aquarium.Gentle rays of sunlight penetrated the thin white curtain. The small figure was still curled up in a warm, thick blanket, lying on the large bed like a princess. The l
Irene looked at Alice's panic-stricken, tear-stained face and suddenly felt her heart ache. She stroked Alice's soft white hair, gently wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and she spoke: “Don't worry baby. I’m not going anywhere. I'm here with you.” Alice was really emotional and couldn't believe what was happening. “I love you really really much mom.” She was really alive again. Miracles have really happened. Alice has indeed gone back in time. It was the god who had mercy on her and gave her a chance to redo everything, wasn’t it? If that was the case, Alice vowed to protect her mother to the end. She will not allow anyone to have the opportunity to take advantage of and take away what already belongs to her. She was hugging Madam Irene again. Alice's innocent face gradually turned serious and angry. His eyes showed hatred. The lovely smile was also gone, but instead there were gritted teeth, determined to take revenge. The innocent, useless seventeen years old Alice would be
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Sitting in the carriage, Alice silently looked out. The path she went back and forth a hundred times was still boring. But now, with the mentality of a returnee, Alice felt compelled to cherish every branch and bush. Although she hated to be near her enemies in her previous life, it wouldn't be a bad idea if she took this opportunity to approach and destroy all their plans step by step. The girl in the blue dress from beginning to end stared at Alice. Her pale blue eyes glided from head to toe in silent assessment. When Alice turned her head to meet her obvious gaze, Katherine shyly averted her gaze, pretending to look the other way. “What is your relationship with the Earl Sirent Weaver?” Katherine sweated. Alice's coldness and frankness worried her. “I… am a distant relative of the Earl. Due to difficulties, he took me to his mansion for a while.” His mansion? “Ha ha ha...” Alice laughed twice derisively. How stupid? What made her so confident? “If it's just a distant relati