Chapter-2

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But For Rose I have no character in my mind yet so let’s see. The moment I will like someone for her character I will post that on my I*******m.

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Author Pov

Rose didn’t reply she just kept on standing on the same spot stiffly. The only thing that could bring some emotions out of her was intimacy. She knew it doesn’t matter whose touching her. She’s just not comfortable with it.

But she also knew she has no other option but to give in after all this is why she was here anyway. She waited for him to go on and snatch the only thing she had kept within her.

“Are you ready to sleep Fiore?” There was something different in his voice that made her look up into his icy blue eyes.

Rafael smirked at her expressions even though she looked at him blankly but he knew what she was thinking.

“Not yet Fiore.” He whispered leaning down to her face level.

“I want to know you better before moving ahead.” She stared into his eyes with her emotionless ones. Her eyes held no relief, no excitement, no disappointment. She was blank and that surprised Rafael.

“There is nothing to know about me, Master.” She said removing her eyes from him and turning her head away.

Rafael stared at her beautiful pale face for some time before letting out a tired sigh. He was tired and wanted to sleep badly. The day was hectic for him.

He had three meetings in a row and several papers to recheck before submitting them. The moment he entered the house he wanted nothing more than to jump on his bed.

But before that, he decided to take a shower. He reeked of sweat. He completely forgot that today his new mistress was coming to the mansion till he came out to take a bottle of beer for himself.

He was surprised to see a young girl washing dishes. But that confused him this work was of only Stella’s then who could that be? He had only two people available in this house. One his driver and other his one and only maid Stella.

He was only in a towel and he was used to walking around half-naked. But the moment his eyes fell on her petite figure he wanted to know who it was.

He walked closer to her and then it hit him. That scent. That alluring familiar scent. Just by sniffing her tempting scent, he knew who it was. Rose. That cold stone girl.

He then remembered she was supposed to arrive at his house in the evening. He looked at the clock in the kitchen and it was nearly 9 pm she must have had her dinner.

Before going to work he had instructed Stella about how to behave with Rose. He even asked her to keep her in the room made for house servants. He never had any house servant except for Stella who had her own little house behind the mansion.

So the servant room had been empty from the start. He didn’t want her to consider herself more than a worker. He was her mistress. And being mistress is also a kind of work. After all, he had bought her, they weren’t in some kind of relationship.

“Tomorrow onwards Stella will tell you the things you need to do. But let me tell you one thing.” He caressed her pale dainty cheek before looking at her with hard eyes.

The softness and playfulness completely disappeared from his blue pupils. He looked dangerous and threatening. His hard eyes stared in her blank ones.

“There is only one rule you have to follow. Obey me.” He whispered leaning to her face.

“Obey my every word. Do not go against me or my orders. Trust me for as long you are here your life will become easy.” He completed staring straight into her eyes.

“Understood.” He hissed lowly when she didn’t show any reaction to his threat.

“Yes.” She mumbled nodding her head making him smirk in satisfaction.

“Perfect. Now go and sleep. Tonight I am letting you off because this is your first night here. But tomorrow onwards Stella will instruct you about your duties.” Saying that he walked towards his room grabbing the bottle of beer from the fridge.

Rose sighed heavily gulping down. She looked at the clean kitchen for the last time before walking back to her room. She had no sleep yet reaching to her, so she decided to just stare out of the window.

Again few memories decided to echo in her head.

You’re my life, Rosie. I wish I could do something.

She closed her eyes feeling brain freezing pain in her head.

It hurts. So much.

Help me.

Please don’t cry.

“I am sorry.” She whispered opening her blank eyes. How much she wishes she could cry her heart out like a normal person.

But she vowed to never shed a tear again. She wouldn’t let herself be weak again. She just wanted to keep surviving till death will one day embrace her.

Yes surviving. That’s what she considers her life is. She’s not living. She doesn’t exist. She just survives. Breathing and living are different.

She’s just breathing but not living. She has to keep going on with this painful life till God will decide to take her away.

Rafael’s torture or upcoming torture can never compete with the things she already had gone through. His slight touch is may be uncomfortable for her but she can endure it.

She knows she can. She had faced worst than just being forced into submission. She sighed heavily turning to the clock. She didn’t even notice for how long she stared at the beautiful garden.

It was already midnight. She reluctantly reached the bed and laid on it. The moonlight igniting her room made it harder for her to sleep earlier. She knew she had to wake up early.

But now she was regretting not asking Stella or Rafael that when she has to wake up. In the orphanage, she used to wake up at 7 am sharp. Maybe that time will be fine.

She grabbed the alarm clock and set the alarm before letting the sleep reach her which was void of any peace and beautiful dreams.

"These beautiful eyes of yours are responsible for this.” The man whispered leaning to the face of a trembling girl. She whimpered feeling him sliding his arm around her waist.

“P-Please.” She whispered which fell on deaf ears. He pulled her closer letting his hard chest meet hers.

His head was dipped down her crook as he inhaled her scent loudly. Her shivering hands kept on trying to push him away but he didn’t budge. He leaned to her ears before whispering those dreadful words.

“You are mine, Rose!”

She gasped out jerking up from her sleep. A jug of water had been thrown over her face making her abruptly sit up on the bed with a deep frown.

She wiped the water from her face before taking deep heavy breaths. She looked up at the culprit in confusion only to find her Master standing there with a jug in his hand and a mocking smirk plastered on his lips.

He was dressed up in gym attire. Rafael had a habit of waking up sharp at 5 am and using the gym till 6 am. He was supposed to have his bath at 6:15 am and to arrange the bath and his clothes were Rose’s duty now but she was nowhere to be seen.

He came to her room only to find her fast asleep. He grabbed the jug from her side table and stared at her for some quality time. She looked beautiful while sleeping. He had no idea for how long he stared at her face before coming out of his Lala land when she whimpered in her sleep.

Ignoring her bothered expressions he emptied the jug all over her face. She jerked up from her sleep looking up at him in a confusion. Even after being showered by the water she looked angelic.

And then he realized she never had any makeup on. The moment he met her in the orphanage, his kitchen, and now here. She looked the same. Utmost gorgeous.

Shaking his thoughts away he stared at her with a mocking smirk. He can tolerate anything. Any fucking thing but not disobedience. She should have started working on her chores but here madam was busy in her dreamland.

"Had a good sleep darling?”

They say forget the past and move on. Wish it was that easy.

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