C7 Chapter 7

Bethel felt so tired and sick. Her body hurts from Harry's brutal possession. The pain and pleasure was too much for her to handle.

Mrs Irene was the person to come to her room the next morning,sge found her in the exact position she laid in. The woman har helped her out of bed and helped her to take a bathe,she was running high on fever.

Afterwards, she had helped her got drugs from the pharmacy. She explained each ones to her. The one that drives pain away,the ones that calms the body and so on.

Bethel was able to open her mouth to ask a disturbing question.

"Ma'am please can I lend your cell phone?"her tiny voice hoarse from overuse.

Irene stared at her,but only for a second. The last before her sight I am astonishing beauty,she pitied her.

"I will get you my phone" then,she hurried out of the room and came back with a phone. Bethel collected it immediately and imputed her father's digit which she dialed afterwards.

Irene had excused her.

"Father!!" She called immediately the call got picked by him.

"My dear daugh---

"How are you father?"she cuts in.

"Am fine"he replied.

"He is fine? How can you be fine when am still here"she thought.

"You should get me out of here quickly"she said instead.

"And even if I have Harry's money,I won't get you out honey"he replied.

Bethel turned pale like a ghost.

"Harry doesn't have a heir,you should make use of the opportunity i made for you honey,I need to be more rich"Alberto said. Bethel could sense the healthiness in his voice.

"How can you do this to me? I am your only daughter,yet you exchanged me for money-----" she broke into tears

"It's for your own good honey,for our own good"Alberto uttered and hang up on her.

Bethel broke into another round of fresh tears.

What type of father does this to his own child?

"Are you done with the call?" Irene asked as she strode in. Bethel wipe her tears Ruth the back of her palms before handling her the phone with trembling hands.

Irene stared at the incredibly beautiful but sad lady who had traces of tears in her eyes.

"Come on,I need to show you around"

Bethel trailed behind her like a loyal servant. Fear of unknown visible all over her. The older woman took her time in showing her around. Despite being sad,she couldn't deny the beautiful mansion and it's structures.

Everywhere around smelt "wealth".

What type of girl is she? Admiring things when she ought to be in grief and scared of the new would she now lives in.

"That's the pool boy, Ethan. He cleans the pool"Irene pointed to the boy who was cleaning the pool.

Bethel nodded. The pool looked so pure,it was wide and divided into sections,a stairway was infringed at one end.

"The garden is over there,the gardener comes once in a week" bethel wondered why Irene kept on telling her about the other workers, she should have no business with other workers.

"You can come to the garden for fresh air"Irene added.

"Slaves come out for fresh air too?" Bethel asked,pain in her voice.

"And who says you're a slave?" Irene questioned.

"What he does toe everynight,taking brutal possession of my body,isn't that what slaves do?" She almost yelled,defiance in her stance.

Irene shook her head. Would it be nice if she explains to her about Harry's condition? Him,being brutal on bed is caused by a condition.

She didn't talk for long until they approached the kitchen.

"Here is the kitchen, Isabella is the maid in charge,you can ask her if you're in need of food"

"That's the study room"

After all that,bethel returned to her room. She still found it difficult to believe her own father sold her deliberately.

She felt so betrayed,she cried till she couldn't anymore.

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(Evening)

Bethel walked out to the kitchen to quench her taste for water,she wasn't in the mood to eat anything. she was tempted to sit in the living room and maybe watch some movies- At least she will stop thinking about her pains but Mrs Irene didn't mention it to her if she can sit in the living room to watch movies or not.

"Hi, Bethel" Someone called from behind.

Bethel turned and forced out a smile.

"Are you okay? What are these dark circles under your eyes? You haven't been sleeping well,are you?" Isabella asked.

"I....I have been sick"bethel lied.

"Have you eaten? I didn't see you come down for the past two days" Isabella stated.

Bethel knew she couldn't say anything to cover up.

"I'm fine" she replied instead.

"Okay,see you around some other time" Isabella walked away.

Bethel finally sat in the living room to watch some movies,she didn't know how long she sat but she knew the moment she wasn't alone.

She snapped her head up only to see a lady glaring at her. She doesn't know who the woman was but whosoever she is,bethel knew she hates her!.

"who's this woman? Why is there so much jealousy in her eyes when staring at me?" Bethel thought.

Anna stood rooted on the stairs,she had finally come face to face with bethel and she couldn't help but wonder why a woman will carry the beauty of several women.

She's the reason Harry wouldn't be needing her service anymore.

The more she stared at Bethel,the more jealousy ran in her veins.

She maintained a straight face as she walked down the stairs.

"And you're?"she questioned.

Bethel snapped her head back to Anna,she looked at her properly from head to toe,starting from the expensive jewelries she had on,her short revealing gown and the expensive make up she had on her face like she is attending a party.

She had thought the woman was Harry's mistress or wife.

Her dress spoke of wealth.

"Am Bethel"she spoke immediately and stood up.

"You're the slave Harry spoke of. Shouldn't you be busy with the other maids?" Anna asked,air of superiority surrounding her.

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