After filling her stomach with the delicious breakfast prepared by Martha Alexandra let out a small burp. Alexandra covered her mouth slightly blushing blinking in her eyes looking down on her lap.
Hearing her cute burp Martha chuckled. It was her first time seeing this side of her. She behaved like an adorable child.
Before today she used to eat alone in her room.
It was after two long weeks she had eaten anything 'good'. She missed Martha's home-cooked meals which were both delicious and nutritious. Her stomach was so satisfied that it had let out a burp just to appreciate Martha's food.
"Thank you for the food," She said and strode upstairs to her room. She opened her closet, it was any girl's dream closet because it was spacious and decorated with luminous objects, not just the lights but the ceiling shone as it is made from moonstone.
Her closet was stuffed with denim and T-shirt and other casual clothes. She did not have a single formal dress or clothes from famous brands like Chanel, Dior Gucci.
She didn't keep them because she didn't need them. She did not have any formal meetings or banquets or charity auctions to attend so keeping such extravagant clothes were unnecessary.
She wore a white shirt and black ripped jeans and a denim jacket. She had let her hair loose. She looked like a high school thug even though she was already twenty-four years old.
But it didn't dim her beauty instead, making the outfit look outstanding. She took her car keys and twirled them around her finger.
"I'm out," She said. Matha felt panic hearing those words. She was afraid that Alexandra would leave like the last time she had offended her.
"Where are you going, young miss?" Martha asked in a panic.
"Not far away just going to explore a bit that's all don't worry I will be back" Alexandra assured her and left the mansion.
She got in her red Bugatti and drove off. It was her grandfather's gift for her twenty-fourth birthday which was two weeks ago. She had refused it but he sent it anyway.
She didn't know where she was going but decided to go to the Bluestone Xyst. It was a beautiful place with rare visitors. It was peaceful with streams and lakes and rich wildlife.
It was the place she secretly visited often and because of her liking towards the place, she bought it without her grandfather knowing because if he did he would be more likely to build a new villa there for her.
The place looked even more beautiful in the spring because It was the beginning of May, her favourite month of the year.
It was her grandfather's birthday tomorrow. She didn't send any gifts last year not because she couldn't, it was that she didn't want to.
If she did, the old man would brag about how expensive and luxurious his gifts were compared to her cheap ones which by the way is made by herself.
She wanted to do a job and earn her own money but he would not allow that. She had worked at her grandfather's company and the stocks of Royal Steel had reached their peak under her influence. But she left the company because of the bastard Edward.
She was madly in love with him that she had obeyed him like a puppet. He was the perfect man in her eyes. He too was passionate about her but he restrained her freedom. Edward had taken care of her, loved her but he never respected her.
He would sometimes lash out at her because he doubted her of having an affair with other men. She was so beautiful that she would attract unwanted attention.
He was afraid that she would leave him. She stopped attending formal events and social gatherings and it was a perfect opportunity for her sister Anastasia to spread false rumours about her. She spread rumours that Alexandra was having affairs with many men and even framed her.
It becomes worse when Edward heard those rumours and that's when he completely caged her and when she refused he tortured her in every way possible. Physically, mentally, verbally and sexually. It completely broke her into pieces like fragile glass.
The scars that he had given her were too deep to be healed. After that, she wandered like a preta.
After reaching her destination she stopped her car far from the stream. She got out of the car and breathed in the fresh air rich in tranquillity.
The fresh scent of flowers made her heart and mind serene. She closed her eyes and slowly breathed out all her worries. She could hear the stream steadily flowing and birds chirping. It was like music to her ears.
It was true that you could find solitude in nature's lap. She wandered through the beautiful dandelion meadow and arrived at a stream and sat on its bank.
She removed her shoes and dipped her feet in the cold water. The smooth currents tickled her feet. She saw fishes swimming carelessly completely unbothered by her presence. Suddenly, a fawn came running towards her.
It was the one she had befriended a few days ago. She had found it injured. It was shot by a hunter. She hated it when people entered her turf and injured her animals. She wanted to slit that hunter's throat.
The fawn licked her face like an obedient puppy. Alexandra giggled childishly."It tickles little one"
The fawn sat on her lap and Alexandra gently patted its head caressing it like a baby. She was going to miss this place when she returned to England.
She gently placed the fawn on the grass bed. She stood up and took a deep breath through her mouth sucking its air with all her might.
"I WILL MISS YOU!" she shouted those words at the top of her lungs.
BANG!!!
A loud noise came from the other side of the stream causing the birds to flee from panic in all directions, she couldn't see what or who caused it because of the bushes blocking her view.
She figured out that it must be the hunter and the noise is the gun fired, she rushed to the place where the loud bang came from.
She didn't bother to put on her shoes and ran as fast as she could so she could catch the hunter and punish him.
What she saw completely took her by surprise. A man was lying unconscious, his face was under the water and he had blood oozing out from the injury in his right side of his chest.
It was a gunshot wound and the man had fallen unconscious after his head on the hard rock. Alexandra quickly got his head out of the water so he could breathe.
The man had a handsome face so handsome that it would drive any woman crazy. Alexandra did not have time to admire his beautiful face.
She opened the man's mouth holding his nose and chin and locked her mouth with his.
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