Devil's Daughter or Reincarnation

It was all over. She could as well go and pack her luggage if she had one, from their room and leave the house immediately.

But she couldn't do it. The men in the same room as her were very terrifying, their eyes were watching her every move like a hawk watching over a baby chick!

And also her butt was hot that she felt it would swell but could she even raise a voice of unfairness? Who was she?

In addition to the fact that she was a maid, she was a woman! A woman who had nothing to her name. A woman below the social ranks in society.

In this life she had come, she knew she-

SLAP!

Her thought was interrupted by her fair skin meeting with the smooth and soft palm of Doris. Constance held her cheeks feeling tears threatening to fall anytime soon.

It was to be expected. She knew this was coming. She looked up into the livid angry eyes of Doris and as she raised her head, slowly and shamefully, she returned it to the bowing position.

This calamity was bound to fall on her the moment she opened the back door for Letitia to run away.

This was her fate. And she would do well in embracing it.

***

Being born with red eyes that were actually ember in color, but since no one actually dared to go near her to find out the real color and just called it red anyways, it was still an unusual color after all, Letitia had been called a Jinx.

Because of this name she was given, all parents warned their children to not interfere in her matter. And so, since her childhood, she never had someone to call a friend and could only choose to stick with Constance inside the house.

Except a boy she saw when she was just young. But that was for a few hours. That boy was a friend to her. Few hours or not.

Eyes filled with disdain were flashed her way anytime she stepped out of the house and took a stroll to the market or perhaps just walked by.

 The Villagers hated her. There was no doubt about it. And they didn't hide it. They showed her that she was the most hated person in the whole village.

Even the man that dragged around on his butt in the market stealing around was not as hated as they did her.

The rumors doubled over when her mother died and they heard she was the only one at the scene.

'I heard her eyes shone red!'

'What are you talking about? Her eyes were always red!'

'I know what I'm talking about! It glowed brighter as she burned her mother in the fire! Her mother begged her for help but she didn't answer!'

'That girl is definitely the devil's daughter or his reincarnation! If not, why would she have red eyes?!'

'I pity poor Florida! Her own daughter killed her!'

'How much she must hate her! I'm sure she's cursing her on her way to Heaven!'

Someone spat on the ground and shook their head before saying,

'I would as well! Wouldn't you?!'

'I would! If it was me, I would make sure my spirit disturbed her peace and make her life a living hell!'

'She is a shame to womanhood!'

'Her father should just kill her! Why keep that kind of girl alive?'

'I know right?'

Those were the gossip that filled the taverns, marketplaces, brothels, Inns... Who didn't know the tale of Letitia who allegedly killed her own mother?

Letitia swerved a corner looking up ahead before she saw Gates Villa. She smiled at herself her ember eyes shining in delight. Finally, she had reached.

She ran to the gate oblivious to the man behind her following after her not too close for her to see him but not too far for him to lose her.

"Hello." She greeted the burly man at the gate of Farrell's home.

The man only glanced down at her before he looked at his partner who simply shrugged.

"What are you doing here?"

"I know you!" The partner yelled suddenly not giving her a chance to talk when he saw her eyes.

"Yes. Yes. It is I... The Jinx of London. Is Sir Farrell home?" Letitia replied with a wave of her hand accompanied by a sigh.

Of course, that name is forever etched on her forehead! On her person! Lord, save her! She was sure very few people knew her real name.

It was the same reason she has worn this cape. She knew she would stick out in the crowd like a sore thumb should she not wear this cape and that would make it more easier for the man that wanted to buy her to find her almost immediately.

"Why are you looking for Sir Farrell?" The burly man asked his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Oh come on now. I don't even look harmless! I'm not holding a weapon yet you're about to wield one against me!" 

"That's what you'll say. Women are deceitful! You're like a snake... So conniving." The partner that recognized her replied with a cold smile his hand on the hilt of his sword as well.

Letitia sighed. 

"Can you at least give him a message? Tell him Letitia is here." She said slapping her chest repeatedly. The men shifted uncomfortably looking at each other.

"Please." She added in a desperate voice.

The burly man shifted on his feet before he opened his mouth and said,

"I'll go––" 

"Shut up! As big as you are... You're too soft-hearted!" The partner that had recognized Letitia snapped shutting the burly man up.

"But she looks desperate!" The burly man argued.

"Of course! Desperate! Pleading! Those words are etched on her body! Can you see her clothes?!" 

Letitia could only make an audible low sigh. They were talking about her like she wasn't even standing there!

"What's going on here?" Another voice asked before the burly man could reply and all eyes turned to a man sitting elegantly on a white horse. He was dressed in a blue silky top and black pants with a light brown furry coat.

His dirty blonde hair was tousled on top of his head and his deep blue eyes were sharp, cold, and clear like the lake. His nose was high in the air and his lips twisted in a scowl.

His eyes roamed the guards whose eyes were now counting the stones on the floor. His eyes moved to the hooded figure in front of them and he raised a brow.

"Who are you? Raise your hood at once." He voiced out in a deep baritone that made girls go weak in the knees.

"And if I don't?" Letitia replied with a cocky voice that didn't sound much like hers at all. The guards raised a brow at the ground but said no word.

"Then you'll burn on the stake."

"Oh come on now Farrell, that is no way to talk to your debtor."

"How dare you?! You must have a death wish to actually call me by my name! A debtor?! Who are you? How dare you accuse me of owing you?"

"But you owe a lady."

"That... That is none of your business!"

Farrell was greatly disturbed. Had Letitia got a new maid? He knew Constance to be her maid... No one else. 

And how did this person know he owed a lady?

But he didn't make a rash decision. The woman, after all, didn't give him a name. He got off his horse and immediately one of the guards came to hold the horse.

He slowly walked towards Letitia who kept her face down. She heard his footsteps and smirked. He was still wise as always!

Farrell gripped her jaw and raised her smirking face, his cold eyes changed into a look of shock and warmth when his brain registered the face.

"Heavens! Letitia! What are you doing here?!" He questioned immediately letting go of her jaw to hold her by the shoulder fearing he was holding her jaw perhaps too roughly.

"Hello to you too, Farrell." She greeted pushing her hood away to reveal her brunette hair and he rolled his eyes before he pulled her into a hug.

Letitia giggled against his chest before she hugged him back patting his back seldom.

The man that was following her looked at the name of the house before he turned around running to give his Master the feedback on the errand he was sent on.

"How have you been? How is everything?" Letitia asked once they pulled away from the hug.

"Eh... Good, I guess. Let's go in first." Farrell said and immediately the gates were pulled open to allow them into the house.

The garden in the big front yard was green with a trimly cut lawn and a fountain was right in the middle of the whole yard.

Flowers in a green flower pot were positioned at each side of the wall surrounding the house. The front yard was by no means a very beautiful place.

"So, how have you been?" Farrell asked turning to Letitia with a smile.

"Been well as well. Except I was just threatened to be burned at a stake some moments ago. So apart from that, I'm okay."

"Oh, that wasn't my fault. You can't push it on me this time around." 

"Cause I or the guards put the word in your mouth?" She teased.

Farrell shook his head.

"Oh! I know... Your horse put it in your mouth!" Letitia concluded with a shout.

"You're way too loud for a lady!" Farrell accused playfully.

"Eh... You love me like that." 

"Oh, you're lucky I do. Else I would have had you thrown out of the compound."

Letitia gasped suddenly.

"You dare not! I saved your life once!" She replied pointing at him.

Farrell simply stuck his tongue at her. She chuckled shaking her head. 

He turned his head to the smiling side of her face. Her smiling face brought a bloom of a beautiful smile to his face.

Love her?

Oh, she had no idea how much he did.