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Maura's POV:
I've been working my ass off every day, but nothing has pleased my father.
He was incredibly dismissive of my emotions and feelings. Even when I did everything I could.
However, that wasn't the only issue.
My dad assaulted me in the kitchen a few days ago, and Beatrice saw it. Although I'm not sure if she
saw his face, I was embarrassed.
I didn't know how it started or what went through his head, but he came to me. The way he
aggressively attacked me left me so stunned that I couldn't even defend myself. I hadn't been able to
process the whole situation in days.
I have not looked my father in the eye. And neither mentioned nor excused his behavior. It wasn't like
he was drunk or anything.
"Maura! Somebody left this on the table for you." Pamela walked inside with a small box in her hand,
along with the empty plates.
I frowned, grabbing the gift box from her. I shook it near my ear, thinking somebody was trying to prank
me, but it wasn't a prank at all.
"Seems like somebody has an admirer," Pamela teased, hurrying up into washing the dishes so that
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtshe can leave. We have been working the whole day and even now. It was around midnight when we
were wrapping up all the work to depart for our homes.
Ever since the Alpha Kings started coming here, our cafe has grabbed attention. And my greedy father
increased the work hours
for us. The cafe used to close early before, but now we had to keep engaging till midnight.
"Come on, open it up." She dried her hands with a towel and approached me again, looking over my
shoulder to see what was inside the box.
I was nervous and excited at the same time. Nobody had ever given me a gift.
I excitedly opened the box and stared at the fragile gold bracelet inside.
"Oh My!" Pamela was the first one to let out a gasp. She looked like she had sniffed drugs.
It was then that I saw a small note inside the box.
"See who it is from," she said, rubbing her palms while sticking beside me.
I opened the note, and my heart sank in my chest the very next second I saw who it was from.
"Alpha King Zane!" Pamela said, probably ready to pass out.
"For a fragile wrist as yours, this bracelet is still not pretty enough," I whispered and blushed hard. He
had been giving me a lot of attention lately. Something I wasn't used to. My dad has always told me
that I'm never getting a mate because who will take care of him if I leave him?
"You are so lucky. Have you seen that handsome piece of art? He is like a perfect Alpha King and he is
drooling over you." Pamela giggled like a child. I put the bracelet in the box and turned to her.
"I'm going to return it to him," I said, watching her smile fade away.
"Wait, why? You didn't like the bracelet?" Pamela panicked, holding, my hand and stopping me from
walking away.
"It's not about that. I cannot accept such a gift from him," I excused, sighing as the reality of who I am
struck me.
"But he wants to gift you this. What's wrong with being wanted by the perfect man in the world?" She
obviously didn't understand my situation.
"Li--," the words left dry in my mouth when I raised my face and watched my father listening to our
conversation.
"What is going on here?" My father lunged at me, snatched the box out of my hands, and grunted at
me.
"You are having an affair?" he yelled, making me shudder.
He tried getting near me to hit me, but Pamela got in the way and prevented him from hitting me.
"She is not having an affair. Somebody likes her; that's a different thing." Pamela was the one doing the
talking because I was too afraid to speak.
I knew my father was going mad.
"Don't you want an alpha King to accept her? It will be an honor, and even you will be praised for being
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmrelated to him." the moment Pamela said it that way, my father's face changed expressions.
He stepped back from me and stared at the box for a moment.
"Think about it. An alpha King as your son-in-law is everything you want for your business to succeed,"
although Pamela was shaking, she managed to convince my father not to come at me again.
From the looks of it, I could tell he was convinced.
"You are right," my father said with a smile covering his lips. I let out a sigh of relief, thanking Pamela a
million times in my head.
Dad gave me the box and then turned to Pamela to talk.
"Thank you for knocking some sense out of me. But aren't you late for home?" He asked very sweetly,
and only then did she slap her forehead and speed up to grab her stuff and leave.
"I'll see you two in the morning," she rushed out of the cafe while my dad walked her to the exit.
The moment he walked back into the kitchen, I understood he wasn't fully convinced. He casually
locked the door and started taking off his belt. I understood it was going to be another night of torture
where he beats me up with his belt and later asks me to cook for him.
"I don't give a fuck who has his eyes on you. You are not leaving my cage," he muttered before raising
the belt and hitting me so hard that he knocked me to the ground that very instant.
"But you sa---id," I was crying and crawling away from him.
Every time he was angry, he would beat me to the point that he would leave me unconscious.
"Oh fuck! I lied. Do you think I will let go of a treasure like you? You are worth more than just some
good business deal or gold." With that being said, he started beating me up like a beast.
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