In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer

“Stand straight. If you slouch again you’d walk out of that door and never return.” 

The girl behind Daniella adjusted herself immediately.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, turning her face around to make sure she didn’t embarrass herself in front of the other girls. 

“Sorry? Really?” another voice scoffed from behind 

“You think he picks weak girls? You’re not even going to stand a chance” the lady standing beside Daniella muttered under her breath. 

“As if any of us would be picked?” A tall slim girl whispered 

The room went silent. It was true Christian Harper had never lived with any woman not even as a house help, he was so tight, mysterious and extremely secretive. 

He’d prefer his male business partners over having any females around, he was already 32 and not ready to settle and get married to any woman, something about him hated the opposite gender with passion, and for some reason this got his mother worried. 

She had tried  several times to hook him up on a blind date but for some reasons the only thing that mattered to Benson was his wealth and his business. 

So right now she’s using a different tactic to get him to get married, by getting him a house help even though he had tons of male cleaners she  just wanted to see a woman in the house. 

Angella on the other hand met Christian at a get together party a few months ago and for some reason she found him not only attractive but  surprisingly sweet, for a man who literally had no social life and would always frown at the sight of a woman. 

She literally became so obsessed and somehow found her way into his home and finally getting to meet his mother, but it was obvious Christian had no interest in her so she automatically became a pest always following his mother around trying to win the heart of a man who had never shown concern to a woman. 

Daniella on the other hand stood on the extreme end of the room, her eyes sharp scrawling through the other girls as she watched them bragged on how they would win the heart of Christian, she smiled softly, her mouth shut. 

The other girls were trying too hard dressed sexually, tight dresses, glossed lips, cleavage on display. 

Every single one of them dressed like they were here to be married and not to get a job. 

Daniella's eyes lingered around the room, she was studying it. 

The light was dim casting a deep red hue across the walls, the kind of lighting that felt controlling, the marble floors were polished to perfection reflecting everything like a mirror. Even the air felt expensive. 

The house seemed a bit off, Daniella knew she didn’t come from wealth but then she had visited some wealthy buildings but this was different, not the guards positioning at the extreme end and standing molded statue or the camera’s carefully hidden where careless eyes couldn’t notice. 

Everything about this place screamed power and gave a mysterious vibe. 

And Daniella noticed it all, because unlike the others she was here on a mission. 

The door flung open, every conversation died instantly. 

A woman in her early 20s walked in, her heels clicking against the marble floors with complete precision. 

Her eyes scanned the room sharp and unimpressed, taking notice of every lady standing in front of her, the perfume she wore suffocating the room but no one dared to make a sound. 

“So this is what you all chose to wear?” Her voice grew angrily 

“You’re invited to work as cleaners not to present yourselves as prostitute to my boyfriend” 

The room burst into confusion, everywhere silent as a grave yard but the confusion in their eyes went unnoticed 

Just by looking at their eyes you could read their hearts. Since when did Christian Harper keep girlfriends? Danielle stayed fixed on the young lady, her eyes without emotions. She was too calm.

Before she could mention another word the door flinged open again and just then she walked in. She needed no introduction, Christian’s mother didn’t need to raise her voice to command attention. 

“Stand properly,” she said, her voice calm but firm, the girls stood in straight lines. 

She walked through them slowly, observing each girl with a level of scrutiny that made it clear she was missing nothing. She lifted the First Ladies chin, turned her around slapped her eyes 

“Hmm… too hard” she was plain 

She moved to the second one tore her top open squeezed her nipples, the girl’s eyes tweaked as she let out a little moan. 

She glared at her and moved over to the third lady. She pushed her hands up, smelt her pit hole, rolled her eyes and now it was time for Daniella she walked up to her and gashed her teeth. 

She pressed her face close to hers and her mouth to her ears she whispered “hope you know you’d never cut the match” her voice thick and serious 

Daniella said nothing, her eyes fixed into thin air and just then the door tore open 

“‘Mom?” A thick strong voice extremely controlling and would definitely turn everyone on 

Christian Harper! He walked into the room unannounced, scanned the girls and then turned back to his mother as if the girls being there had nothing to do with him, In fact they felt like they didn’t exist. 

“Mom I would be leaving for the business deal I would be home late” he softly spoke and made an attempt to walk away 

“Christain?” His mother called shocked at his ignorant behavior 

“Yes mom?” He turned pretending not to notice what was right in front of him 

“This!” His mother signaled him 

“We’ve done this before,” he said, glancing at his mother. “You already know I won’t pick any of them.” 

He turned slightly clearly ready to leave again 

And then he paused and it felt like he had seen wrongly.

His brain caught something, he was sure of it. 

He turned back and looked at the girls, his gaze landing on Daniella. 

She wasn’t trying, she wasn’t competing, the aura from her felt different, she wasn’t even looking at him and this drove him to curiosity. 

Everyone looked at his confused and surprised face, they followed his gaze and yes it was on Daniella. 

Even the lady from earlier was silently watching him. 

Christian stepped close to her, his presence felt heavier but Daniella didn’t flinch. He looked at her trying to figure something out 

“How did she…..” 

“I knew you’d never make the cut” Angella the woman  who walked in earlier snapped 

“You!” His voice brought the room back to its quiet state 

“I will take her” for a moment everyone gazed at each other 

The decision was too sudden, how? What? 

Daniella stood calm, not surprised like she had anticipated this moment all along, his mother nodded her head without question. 

Christain walked out 

“Who are you?” Angella rushed to Daniella grabbing her by the collar but as usual she stayed calculated and quite 

“If you ever go close to my man I will behead you” she was stern, raw and angry.