Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Price Of Her Mercy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

JACKSONI speak coldly to Aurora as I hold her hands and slowly take them off my cheek. My heart aches at the sight of the tears running down her cheek.She pulls out a soft piece of tissue that sits atop the dressing table and slowly wipes it off.She gets the message.“Sam will drive you home,” I add with a cracking voice, looking away.I dread the thought of being robbed of the chance to fight this fire with a bigger inferno, but according to Jerry, it’s for my own safety.“Jerry! Where to now?”“Urh! Your coastal estate, the one at Sunrise Bay.”“Sunrise Bay? That place is… remote, and filled with local people. The area is so dry, and most parts are undeveloped. I’d be surprised if you had any internet over there.” Her tone reeks of disgust and distaste. Of course, it doesn’t fit her lifestyle.“Can I at least have a few things packed up?” I question Jerry, who’s standing at the door, tapping his foot consistently with folded fists.“I’m afraid not. Every second matters. I’ll leav

MIRAI hate that I have to smile through all that because I need the paycheck, and most of all, I hate that I can’t afford to quit; it’s my only way of balancing the bills.By 10 a.m., my back aches, like I’m carrying the whole world around, and my patience is already as slim as a sewing thread.Hank asks me to re-mop the entire kitchen floor even though it’s already neat, just because he catches me leaning against the counter for a few seconds. It’s as if he’s always after me. I don’t know.“I don’t pay you to rest,” he snaps. “I pay you to work!”Jason whispers, “Fuck him! I think he’s competing for something.” I let out a soft laugh, but the laughter doesn’t fix the exhaustion. It doesn’t fix the fact that my pay envelope is too thin, and it also doesn’t fix the fact that my paycheck isn’t coming in a week.I scrub the mop across the tiles till my shoulders ache, trying not to shed a tear because I know that when I start, I won’t stop that easily. Besides, I’d rather walk home, eve

JACKSON Ding ding! I press the little bell on the table in my room. I’ve drained the tub, wrapped myself in the white towel. My hand, still bleeding, leaves trails of blood as I step into the silence of the room. My eyes squeeze, my brows curl at how fast the response comes. It’s like someone is waiting just outside my door in case I need anything. I turn toward the door. “It’s open!” I yell. “Yes, sir,” she says softly as she comes inside the room. “Were you outside my room?” “No, sir, but I came as soon as I heard the bell. We’re obligated to meet your every need till you leave. Oh, shit! sir, your.. your hand is bleeding. Let me quickly get that for you.” “Yes, that’s why I called for someone, but before you begin, pour me a drink.” I gesture at the drink with my finger, pointing to the table to ensure she knows what I want. “What’s your name?” “Faye, sir,” she responds under her breath. “Let me ask you, Miss Faye,” I lick my lips as I say in a flirty manner, looking rig