Alessa Skill
I can't believe I signed; he wasn't as happy about this as I am. If I hadn't signed and went back home, I'd be massacred since they want the benefits the Marone family has to offer.
"Miss Alessa," called the pensive butler, eyeing me up and down. He isn't very old but carries an elegant air, around fifty years old, slicked-back hair, a focused gaze, devoid of any kindness. "It seems we don't have clothes in your size, except for some nightdresses. However, we've already arranged for footwear and all the clothes you'll need," he informed me robotically.
"Thank you, sir," I said, feeling awkward.
"For now, stay in your room; surely, Marco might want to visit his wife. Besides..." He pursed his lips, assessing me. "Yolanda, help her at least look presentable; these clothes are a crime against your body, designed to suffocate you."
"Yes, I'll help her take care and prepare as a suitable wife for our master Marc," Yolanda said with a hint of irony, perhaps because I'm the joke, otherwise, it would be Marco who's the joke.
"Do your best; I have to go now," he concluded, leaving the room.
"Let's begin. As you've heard, my name is Yolanda; I'm like the president in this house. There aren't many servants here, so I have to do almost everything, so I believe you'll have to work too," she began, a bit grumpy.
"I don't have a problem with doing simple tasks," I agreed without delay.
"Okay, that's a good start," she commented kindly, helping me to open the dress. "I feel we can be good friends. There are rules in this house, and over the days, I'll inform and update you so you won't be in any danger," she said as if it were something common to say.
"What do you mean by danger?"
"It's nothing serious; it's a large house, and you need to take certain precautions not to get lost or hurt yourself, as it would be difficult to find you."
"I understand."
The room is beautiful and elegant, in delicate pink and white tones. The window curtains seemed like silk, allowing a pleasant view through them, and the fabric moved gently in the slightest breeze.
My bed, oh… I've never slept in such a bed. I could die there, and my body would relax forever—soft sheets with rose designs, fit for a princess. A large white wardrobe, a large round rug with various circles drawn in pink and white in the center—everything there brought comfort and peace.
Dona Yolanda began to assist me after instructing me to undress; even with her there, I only wore undergarments.
"Take everything off; none of this fits. This bra, these panties, none of it. New things have arrived."
"I'm not used to being naked in front of other people," I explained shyly.
"Don't feel embarrassed; I'm a woman like you," she explained tenderly, handing me a towel. Then I removed my undergarments and threw them in the bin. "It didn't hurt, did it? See? Let's go to the bathroom."
"Yolanda!" called a voice I knew too well, making me shudder as I jerked the door open, turning my face towards the window, dying of shame. I just held the towel against my nudity, covering my breasts and private parts. I know he's my husband, but it's not customary to let any man see me naked, especially in this situation.
"Mr. Marco," murmured Yolanda, embarrassed, stepping back as if he were a monster.
"What are you doing?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
"I'm preparing the lady for the wedding night."
"I'm not lying down with this woman; there's no need for so much ceremony. Just help her settle in; she doesn't enter my room," he vociferated coldly, staring at me as if analyzing, and to my surprise, he pulled my towel, revealing my entire body. "Are you ashamed of me? Didn't you say you're a gold-digging wife?" he asked as Yolanda ran out of the room, I didn't even know a lady could run that fast. "I believe gold-digging wives know how to serve a man to get what they want," he commented as I blushed, trying to cover myself with my hands.
"Give me the towel back, please…"
I pleaded, huddled.
"I can look at whatever I want; you are my property. Even though I don't want to lay with you or feel any attraction, tell me, how many men have you had in your life?" he asked, fixedly staring at me, scratching his chin. This doesn't look like a lack of interest but a shameless man; I don't like his analytical gaze.
"A few," I lied. This might further fuel his disinterest, and I can remain a virgin. "Actually, I went out with many men."
"Filthy old man, sent me a fat whore, wanting my money," he bellowed offensively, but I'm not that fat, maybe a bit chubby. Thinking about it, the standards here where I live are demanding; every day at college is an unhappy joke. At least I have a friend I can count on; that makes me forget the rest. I just don't know how much I can endure the humiliations in this mansion.
Despite his deplorable state, this didn't change his bad personality. Gazing at him now with that mask that hides his scars, I can't feel much remorse but rather indifference. This treatment isn't new to me; I don't care about what others say.
"Yes, we only want your money; if you don't like the idea, you can throw me out and cancel the contract," I requested indifferently, keeping my body hidden.
"Better, could I use you as a sexual object and punish you in the worst ways, what do you think?" he asked, his voice cold, making me fear, staring at him with eyes wide.
"I'm fine as I am, besides, I'm too fat to serve as an object, and you don't even know if I have good health."
"Whatever. You don't interest me as a woman. I'll send money to your father, but you'll live on the basics here, you'll have clothes, food, and shoes in the right size, that's it. You're my ticket to freedom, to live freely again," he said as if it were really just basic, but in my old home, I didn't even have that, only my old clothes from the time when I was with my mother.
In other words, a rich man can give good things, thinking they are bad, to a girl who didn't even have a decent pair of underwear.
"That's fine, sir."
"Furthermore, you must work. You must fulfill your obligations as a wife, and I hope you always follow the rules."
What rules are those?
He tosses the towel back to me, and I can cover myself again.
Chapter 4: mysteries and cursesMarco Marone"I know, sir," she said robotically, as if I didn't notice her irony. I left the room and headed to my office. What she doesn't know is that I can identify a virgin, and this fat woman has never been touched by any man.I must admit her body doesn't look too bad, but I feel no attraction. However, I signed that contract and gained my freedom. I'll go out as I please and have fun with other women, despite being stuck with her. Who knows, maybe I'll make an heir with some ordinary woman who can endure the curse. If a woman gets pregnant with me, she needs special care because she's human. Or maybe the baby transmits a curse to her, and they both die.The so-called curse of the black soul: as the baby grows, the woman's skin darkens, and her veins start resembling roots drawing on her body. When the baby is born, life ceases to exist. The woman continues but is fated never to wake up.In that situation, we would have to kill and end the sufferi
Chapter 5: Who am I really looking for?AuthorMarco headed to the bar where he had fun with several women in the dance hall until finally going up to the suite. Despite always being with many women, even though his brother warned him about it, he was aware of how superior his strength was. If he lost control, he would hurt them severely.Even though there were around five girls in his room, none of them could handle Marco's lack of control. Since it had been so long since he had any sexual contact with anyone, sexually possessing them drained every drop of their energy in an unusual way.For Marco, it was a good moment of fun during the act, but after everything was over, he was struck by a sense of emptiness as he looked at the ring on his hand, thinking about that chubby girl who stirred up confusing emotions in him.Disheartened, Marco sat on the sofa in just his shorts, his whole body exposed like a sculpture. His caramelized skin and black, sleek hair shimmered in the dim light,
Chapter 6: Ardent Desire to Kill YouMarco MaroneThis morning started great. It's been a while since I had any hope of finding that girl, but today I'm sure she's alive and in the city. However, when I'm in my animal form, I can't remember where I've been or what I've done. But... I remember seeing the necklace. That piece is alive in my mind. I tried to kill its bearer, but for some reason, my wolf gave up. I'm sure she's the girl I must find.Now that I've decided on the fate of this girl, I can focus on finding the true person. She won't have much luck when she crosses paths with the snake god who lives next to the mansion in a garden in ruins. She has no idea that this mansion is like a magical labyrinth; every corner could hold a secret.I'm yearning with all my might for that dragon-shaped, deadly snake to devour her and suck her soul dry. Dragazon feeds specifically on humans, their life force, and soul. This helps him stay alive in a world he doesn't belong to, just like me an
Chapter 7: The Death Living in the GardenAuthorAs soon as Marco left, Alessa had her breakfast and started her work routine. She spent the whole morning working hard in the mansion; she had washed all the stairs and the living room floor, cleaned the large stained glass window, risking herself on a ladder while Yolanda watched her apprehensively."What a wicked man; he's even going to make her work constantly and then make her die in that destroyed garden at the hands of that bitter viper," Yolanda thought sadly."Darling, it's almost noon; it's time for your meal. You can rest... before going to clean the back," Yolanda informed her, trying to contain her distress. But Alessa soon noticed that Yolanda was worried, as she had been looking at her several times with a saddened gaze."Is something wrong?" she asked confused."No, I'm just happy that you're such a helpful girl.""Oh, it's nothing. I've always liked working. Besides, I have a job I took a day off from today. I have to ret
Chapter 8: Dead Wife is AliveMarco made his way deliberately, as if in a hurry, and searched for Alessa's dead body. He grinned from ear to ear when he saw her lying on the sacrificial stone. She was dead, he thought. He didn't even bother to approach her; he simply returned to the mansion. Seeing the renovated garden didn't surprise him since he knew that after they absorbed the life force of humans, they used it to tend to their home as well."It's done," he notified Yolanda, who was at the foot of the stairs. Tears quickly welled up as she tried to disguise her frustration.He headed to his room and changed into something more casual. He was eager to return to the forest and remember where the girl he sought so much would be. He knew that the brief vision he had of the wolf had chosen her as his partner, and nothing made him happier.He barely noticed the newspaper on the dresser with a headline about an attack by a dangerous animal in the forest that left someone injured.It was a
**Chapter 9"Boy with strange behavior."*Alessa Skill*Lucas Salvino, if I had to define sin, it would be this boy. He was looking at me with a kind smile, making me wonder what mischief he's up to. After all, this guy always teams up with his group to humiliate me and make my days a living hell until I don't want to go to college anymore.Everyone is watching. I'll move very slowly, getting away from him while he gathers his books. He can take everything before he thinks of destroying my soul. I stand up without hesitation, ready to run."Let's go!" I called Doralice, and we dashed to the study room. I know it's another prank."And your study materials? You don't have money to buy new ones," grumbled a skeptical Dora."I know... but what did you want me to do? Snatch them from him? Last time, he nearly drowned me in the toilet. I don't know why they have this grudge against me," I complained. We chose desks next to each other to sit together and share materials...Class goes by, and
Chapter 10Marco MaroneThis was the closest I've ever come, my wolf half signaled that it was there, but I have no idea who it is, the trail disappeared before I could find it.I left the model at the hotel she's staying at and went home, I didn't even feel like enjoying myself, I know that the woman I saw in the bathroom wasn't her, she didn't smell the same and she was older and I didn't see the necklace and every time the wolf has been with my partner she's been wearing the necklace so I deduce that she always wears it.As I made my way to my room, I stopped in front of the mirror, there were still a few ways in which I could see my wolf, and one of my eyes automatically turned red.""Show me who she is," I asked, then my eyes turned blue, but they soon weakened and the only vision I had was of the necklace, I believe because it's the strongest reference I have for finding her, I'll go to the forest again, I have to stay connected to the wolf, or at least try to see who the gi
Chapter 11Alessa SkillIf I had to choose one of the strangest situations I've ever experienced, it's this: being in the car of my brother-in-law, my husband's twin brother.I thought he was going to start driving, but to my surprise, he pulled my legs apart, putting me almost on his lap."I'm married to your brother." I struggled to get off him, but it was almost impossible to move his hands, it was like he was made of stone."Are you?" He asked in a velvety voice close to my ear, then fixed his gaze on mine, he showed affection, bringing an air of tranquility, briefly I saw his eyes reveal a sparkling blue, then returning to their normal color, but a familiar sensation came over me, but I don't remember who it was, I tried to pull back, but it was as if my body didn't want to do it, so he gently brushed his lips against my nose, kissing it softly as if he were creating a way to get closer.But it seems to have worked, it feels so sweet and desired, but I've never touched a man,