Mafia Secretary, You're Under Arrest!

Published on Sep 6, 20262026-09-06T20:08:49.000Z

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Aliza has lived with her uncle and aunt for the last twelve years. She lost her parents in a road accident when she was just six. Since then her paternal uncle had been taking care of her. Her aunt despises her since the beginning and refused to take responsibility for her but since Aliza's mother was an orphan and had no other relation from her father's side she was helplessly left to the custody of her uncle.

Aliza's aunt known to be a witch by her mentality took the optimum advantage of her impotent situation and used her as a housemaid, cook, and allpurpose house cleaner. But Aliza was a hard worker from the beginning. After completing her housework she used to sit to study till late in the night and obtained the best grades in school.

Five years back her Uncle Nelson retired from work as a head supervisor at Messrs Schroeder's & Co since then Aliza's problems increased manifold. The savings Nelson could make hardly sufficed to feed the four stomachs at home. She and her cousin's brother's education were out of choice. As a result, Aliza was forced to take over employment immediately after school.

Flashback.

It was nine in the morning and like every day Aliza took the newspaper daily and started circling the jobs that were suitable for her qualification. "Aliza, did you prepare the lunch box for your brother?" Her aunt yelled from the living hall painting her nails.

Every day Aliza got up at five, prepared breakfast and lunch for all four of them, and went prepared for the interviews after searching the daily. This routine had been continuing for a month leaving more despair to Aliza for each day passing.

"Do not lose hope so soon Ali." Her uncle patted her shoulder. With the breeze coming from the window the paper holding vacancies notification flew out of her hand and Aliza's vision accidentally fell on the top of the business column.

It was a photo of a young and handsome entrepreneur. Aliza was instantly attracted by the charming Apollo and looked through the column to learn more.

On the headlines words were pasted with clear blank ink in bold The youngest and the most successful businessman of the country swipes another record.

Below the photo was of Adonis shaking hands with the president of the US. Wow. Aliza was intrigued and read through the report. Charles Rodriguez, the CEO of Richmond Industries sweeps away the previous record of the country's richest magnate with a turnover of more than 500 million a month. Aliza's jaw dropped to the floor reading the business column. Can anyone be that rich in the world? Probably he is richer than the president of the US. She thought it implausible.

She was so engrossed with Apollo and his achievements that Aliza did not take notice of Andrew who went behind her fascinated to see what his sister was reading. "Hey sis," he asked, surprised, pointing to the young businessman in the newspaper. "He came to our school just three days ago and gave a brilliant speech on selfmotivation at the assembly.

That young man is very rich." Andrew remarked with his eyes wide and hands spread to explain the enormous wealth of the tycoon. "He donated a huge sum to our library and science lab and our principal was corps Perdue to describe his achievements and generosity."

The day and the next followed by many such days Aliza went around the streets of California searching for jobs. With the meager education that she obtained no firm was ready to adopt her for a whitecollar job and the few that wanted to hire, paid very less which was insufficient even for a day's meal. With the days passing Aliza felt more distressed.

Her uncle was jobless and at the age of sixtyfive, nobody was ready to appoint him. The blowups of her aunt were increasing day by day. Aliza desperately needed employment. Ten days later as she was once again looking through the daily, her eyes caught sight of Trident Pharmacy.

The company was new but its turnover was magnificent. It was hiring a personal assistant cum secretary to the CEO. Aliza was belowqualified for the job. They wanted postgraduates or at least a graduate with a minimum of ten years of experience. Aliza was qualified for neither of them but she wanted to try her luck for the last time.

If Aliza fails in the interview which is most probably destined she will take over the job of a waitress in a local restaurant. She had given them the interview two days ago and they were happy to give her the job. Though the shift was very long from morning six to eight, at least they were to pay her a reasonable salary to secure a seat for her in the university and to help her brother continue his education.

The next morning, Aliza searched through her closet to find a decent dress to wear. But even after an hour of searching, she couldn't find one. Was she forced to empty the scholarship money that she reserved for the registration fee of her university for a dress that may or may not secure her a job? Finally, as though God wanted to give her a boon her eyes landed on the bottommost drawer of her cupboard.

On the top was a simple creamcolored top her uncle presented her on her birthday just before his retirement. Aliza carefully secured the decent garment for emergency purposes. She was a petite woman which was a blessing in disguise for her.

Else a top bought five years ago wouldn't fit her today. She matched the top with black colored pants. Her brother stole his mother's shoes and gave them to her to compliment the apparel.

Aliza thanked him, putting on minimal makeup using black eyeliner, mascara, and nude lipstick to make her presentable. "You look, gorgeous sis." Andrew complimented Aliza."

She ruffled his hair and told him. "Andrew, the chances for me to grab this job is less than five percent but I want to give it a try at least to secure your school fees. Wish me all the best." After taking the best wishes of her brother Aliza started with her most improbable job search. Taking the cab ten minutes later she was in front of the most sophisticated highrise building. On the top of the superstructure proudly stood the letters 'The Richmond Industries'

Aliza had applied for Trident Pharmacy but the cab driver was more than sure that he had dropped her at the exact address mentioned. Apprehensive, Aliza took cautious steps towards the reception and mentioned her details to the receptionist. To her utter surprise and relief, she was in the right location. Pressing the 17th floor she waited for the lift to reach her twiddling with her thumbs while clutching the file to her chest.

The office felt extremely rich and costly. It oozed power and rule. Employees dressed in cosmopolitan suits and business wear scurried left and right in a hurry. Aliza felt like an underprivileged person entering the highrise office. On the ceiling was a huge crystal chandelier hanging. To one side were oak wood sofas. On the center table were many business magazines. The air conditioning was divine that could instantly make her fall asleep.

At the other end of the enormous lounge was a huge fridge that had a stock of delicious cakes and pastries. Just beside was a bar. For a moment Aliza thought otherwise and wanted to run away. She wasn't fit even to step into the building to secure the job. But her gutchurning instinct said she had to do this, if not for her it was for her brother. Andrew deserved a good education. She thought and the lift pinged followed by the opening of the door.

Looking ahead Aliza had a knockdown of the world. The visitor's area was swarmed with more than a hundred applicants. All of them represented rich families, polished and elegant. Aliza felt diffident and insecure at the costly place. Clutching her file to the chest she gave her name at the reception and occupied one of the seats cornering her to the rear end of the room. She silently prayed for the wall if only it could swallow her at the moment so that nobody could see her anymore.

No sooner than she sat down a girl came out dressed in a mini skirt wiping her tears. The next name was called and not even ten minutes had passed. The candidate came rushing out as if driven by a tsunami, then the third and the fourth.

The list went on as the names were being addressed. But none of them could stay in the room for more than five minutes. Aliza wondered with fear and surprise. Was the man inside a tyrant? "That man is a monster. He doesn't know how to behave.

You should leave this place without seeing him." The last one before Aliza yelled to her.

Aliza's feet were already trembling in fright. She had second thoughts to turn away from the interview but before she could run to the exit, her name was called.

Alas, she had no escape but to see the power sitting inside. "Come in" came a deep voice that sent shrills down her spine. With sweating hands, Aliza walked inside the chilling room. He wasn't facing her but looking through the window.

The immaculate black suit was perfectly tailored to suit the thick panes of his elegant shoulders. His hands were inside his pant pockets and his shining, gelled black hair was flawlessly trimmed just above his neck.

Aliza gulped heavily feeling cold shivers radiated by his dominating aura. "If you are here to show me your body, you can leave. I'm already running short of my time." He spoke not even sparing her a glance still gazing through the window. His voice held power, authority, and most importantly a control that could make a person go pale in a matter of seconds. "Excuse me?" Aliza asked, taken aback. She wasn't able to accept what she was hearing.

The man turned around and Aliza's breath went into her throat.

The young CEO she had seen a few days ago in the news daily was the same person standing in front of her. Was she in the right office? Photos did little justice to his arresting virility. He was much more attractive in person. "Stop gawking like a hawk. Haven't you seen a man ever in your life?" He was more irritated seeing the shock in her eyes.

Aliza coughed restlessly and the man pushed the water glass on the table towards her. "I'm sorry sir. I'm here for the interview for the personal assistant and secretary. I think I have entered the wrong room, I think I heard you wrong....." She went blabbering in pensiveness. "Will you stop the prattle? You are in the right place." The man pitched high at her.

"Well Ms Aliza Stelwart...." He looked down at the candidates' list placed on his desk to address her by her name.

Aliza jumped out of her skin the way her name rolled out so casually from the tone of the handsome CEO and for a moment she felt her name was really beautiful.

Putting aside the job interview, in which 99% of the cases she wouldn't succeed, Aliza felt immensely lucky. For the normal middleclass girl that she was, Aliza was fortunate to have met the richest businessman in the country.

Will he give me an autograph....at least a photo? She thought like an innocent schoolgoing girl.

"Ms Aliza Stelwart...." The CEO spoke annoyed. "Have you got a problem with concentration? Well, there rests the exit." He pointed to the door behind her with his eyes. "You are unnecessarily wasting my time." Sexy dominating hunk...She thought going mesmeric by his steel Grays that moved tantalizingly complimenting his prepotent supremacy.

"Yes sir, I...I mean no sir." She answered feebly. Aliza felt like a stupid losing her control influenced by the dominating ambiance of the sexy CEO. "Stop the chatter and show me your file?" He extended his hand in exasperation.

Within two minutes he raised his eyes to her from the file. "You are not even a graduate. Who allowed you inside the office for the interview?

He spoke, ruling about dialing a number with his face going red in anger. "Sir, please have mercy and listen to me. I heard you have a generous heart." Aliza requested almost touching his hand to stop him from holding the receiver.

Charles raised his eyes in a warning. "I'm sorry sir..." Aliza whispered low, trying her best to hold her tears before the strict CEO. "Ms. Stelwart I'm not running a charity here if you're talking about my philanthropy.

I am conducting interviews for my assistant and you are wasting my time." He raised his hand and checked the time on his Rolex impatiently waiting for Aliza to leave. "You may take the lift and reach the seventh floor of our concern.

Our employees present there will provide you with assistance for whatever financial help you require."

"Sir, please give me two minutes.

You have been very generous to me all this while giving me a lot of your time, just two minutes more." Aliza urged with her hands folded. "I told a lie at the reception that I was a graduate and came to this interview." She exposed herself with her head bowed to the floor. "And how did you manage with the duplicate certificate?" Charles asked, surprised at the mediocre girl. "Jack, my uncle's colleague, helped me with this.

My uncle used to work in a printing press before his retirement."

Charles muttered a curse low under his breath then his eyes flared daggers at the immature girl. "Do you know Ms.

Stelwart for this bypass, I can send both you and your friend Jack behind the bars?" Aliza shivered in fright, arrested under his gaze. "Sir, please forgive me. I will never do such an illusion in my life again. I desperately need this job.

I know I am below qualified but just give me a second to explain myself. Please look at my accomplishments stated in the file. I have obtained the best grades in every field concerning academic as well as extracurricular activities.

I stood my school first and am also a scholarship achiever for continuously being the first ranker in the last three academic years."

Charles looked down at the file, thoughtful, playing his pen between his fingers. "Ms. Stelwart to tell you frankly you are not suitable for this job. But...." He looks at her contemplatively. "I like the spirit inside you.

You go out and wait outside in the visitor's lounge. My secretary will give you a set of questions relating to our businesses and you will need to answer them. The stationary and other necessary items will be provided to you.

Any further queries you can ask her." He nods at her as a sign of dismissal.

Aliza gave a relieved smile to the CEO. "Sir, thanks for giving me this opportunity. I will not disappoint you." She told him in confidence and walked out of the cabin. The CEO was much a patient man for the dignity and power he beholds. Aliza mused without a doubt. After one and a half hours she finished her test and handed over the papers to the secretary.

The night Aliza finished her household work and kept her fingers crossed. There was an untold adoration and respect in her for the humble CEO who was so benevolent to consider her despite her being underqualified. Heebiejeebies crossed her heart as Apollo’s features crossed her mind. He was charismatic, powerful, and very knowledgeable. The way he conducted himself....the manner he moved his eyes...the movement of his fingers....the body language everything about him held elegance.

His perfect black suit that covered his welldefined shoulders, those sharp gray orbs during the very few times he looked at her.....every feature about him held a might. Aliza landed smiling to herself like a bovine. She may not see the man ever again in her life but the virility and the power with a subtle gentleness in his conduct will always keep her fascinated with him.

It has been ten days since she gave the interview but Aliza did not receive any response from Richmond Industries. Well, Aliza knew since the beginning that her chances were very remote but still disappointment etched her features not for losing the job but for the fact she would never be able to meet the fanciable CEO again.

It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Charles Rodriguez. She spoke to herself with a smile and pinched her hand after looking around if anybody was watching her. Get out of your fantasy Aliza. He would have forgotten you the moment you left the chair opposite to him. He desperately needed to get you out of his room so that he could work in peace and that is why the pretext of the secretarial examination he fled you away. Her mind taunted teaching her the lesson much required.

"You bitch...how much time would it take for you to make lunch?" her aunt strides into the kitchen and awards Aliza with a slap. Aliza could see stars with the hit.

Looking down to the floor she rubbed her cheek to arrest the sting and spoke meekly, arresting her tears. "Within two minutes I will place the dishes on the dining table Aunt Stella." Gripping Aliza's hair, her aunt made Aliza face her. "Since the time you gave that stupid job interview, you have been building castles in the air.

Why will the top firm in the country hire an afterall school graduate like you?"

I spoke to my brother yesterday and he had kindly obliged to appoint you as his assistant. Be prepared to receive a phone call from his office by tomorrow. Aliza's features went pale in fear and helplessness.

Her aunt Stella's brother is an owner of a motel nearby. He was divorced by his wife ten years ago and a womanizer.

The whole family knows he lusted for her and her aunt is making plans to marry her off to the fortyfiveyearold philanderer but nobody has the guts to fight Stella in this matter including her uncle.

The next day at nine in the morning Aliza received a phone call. "Am I speaking to Ms. Aliza Stelwart?" Placing the phone between her shoulder and ear Aliza gave a feeble reply cutting the onions for making breakfast. She knew where she was being contacted. "Yes, speaking?" The next words the woman spoke at the other end gave her the shock of the millennium.

She is hauled.

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"I am speaking to you from Richmond Industries.

You are selected for the job appointment of secretary cum personal assistant to the CEO." Aliza pushed the phone to a distance and stared at it for a few seconds. "Madam, are you there in the line?" The woman at the other end asked.

Closing her eyes tight Aliza gave a loud squeal and laughed like a maniac to herself fisting her hand in the air. After taking a breathing exercise of long heavy inhales and exhales to calm her down, she answered the phone pulsating. "Yes, I'm there.

I was running, you know.... exercise in the morning? Sorry I couldn't reply to you immediately." She winked to herself and lay biting her lip in excitement.

"Oh yeah, I understand. That's okay madam, you need to reach the office today at nine and receive your appointment letter."

"Okay, I will be there before nine." She leveled her speechanswered professionals and cut the call. Her uncle came inside the kitchen to fetch water. Aliza ran to her uncle hugging him tight and then jumped in the air like a schoolgirl. "Uncle I have been absorbed in Richmond industries as a secretary cum personal assistant to the CEO." She squeaks in exhilaration. "What?" Before her uncle could reply her aunt asked, staring at her unbelievably with her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Oh come on Stella, give the poor girl a break. Let her stay happy at least for this day." Nelson requested his wife. Stella stared at her husband as if he had grown two heads. "Do you think I'm torturing your niece every day? She is one day going to be married and have kids. I'm just giving her the training on how to manage her home." She defended herself though she could see clearly in Nelson's eyes that he did not believe her.

"Congratulations, Liza, I'm very proud of you dear." Nelson kissed Aliza's forehead. He called her Liza with love only when his wife wasn't around. Andrew came inside the kitchen and stared at his father's and Aliza's joyful faces. "What is happening, am I not knowing something very important?" Aliza ruffled the hair of her cousin and told him. "I got the job at Richmond Industries."

"Hey sis I am very happy for you, a small gift for you on my behalf of me." He whispered in her ear. "Today I'm going to send mommy out of the house. She will return only at midnight and all three of us can have a pizza party.

Do not worry, I am the sponsor for the pizzas." He winks. Aliza hugs her brother. "That is not necessary Andrew. Do not waste your pocket money. All of us are happy.

That's the most important thing and now you can continue your school uninterrupted." She declared in happiness and laid hands around her uncle, Andrew to go in a group hug.

"I am very happy today." She tells more to herself and sighs after releasing them. After two hours Aliza was inside the office of Richmond Industries giving her details to the receptionist. She was sent again to the seventeenth floor, the floor of the CEO. Aliza's heart began to beat fast with the anticipation of meeting the sexy powerful hunk again.

Charles was busy conducting meetings one after another. Richmond industries were going to launch innovative hearing aids for the deaf where the machine is invisible by going inside the ear. With a minor surgery of ten minutes, the doctors can implant the device in the patient's ear and the patient can forget that he once upon a time had a hearing problem.

Allen Rodriguez along with his son Charles, a few ENT specialists, and other business delegates were busy in the conference room. "Do you think the price of the product will be affordable even for a middleclass person's son?" Allen asked Charles, apprehensive. "Charla, switch on the projector," Charles ordered the lady sitting beside him. He stood up from his seat like a king presiding over his subjects and buttoned his Gray blazer.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for sparing your valuable time." He added professionals and started explaining the important points about the innovative product to the assembled professionals. Charla exchanged slides as he began to explain one after the other all the features of the hearing machine.

Ten minutes later the people clapped. Allen came forward and patted the shoulder of his son. "That was an excellent presentation, Charles." He complimented and all of them walked out of the conference hall discussing business.

Aliza looked through her watch. She had been waiting at the visitor's lounge for more than two hours by then. With the high air conditioning and extremely comfortable executive sofas, her eyes were slowly dropping close. She looked at the fridge ahead of her. On the top rack were mouthwatering pastries followed by soft drinks, muffins, chicken patties, and many more

Aliza's stomach rumbled for want of food at the sight of the tempting eatables. Gulping heavily she muttered some courage and took a pineapple pastry. No sooner had she taken the first bite than her name was called at the reception. Hastily wiping her mouth with a paper napkin she rushed to the foyer. "Sir wants to see you now." The receptionist gave her a plastic smile and directed her to the huge oak wood door with a name board sealed in bold letters 'THE CEO'.

Aliza, you can do this. He might be impressed by your talent. That's why you are absorbed in such a multinational firm even though you are underqualified for the job. She gave a pep talk to herself and knocked on the door before rubbing her sweaty hands to her long skirt. "Come in" came a deep masculine voice from inside.

The beating of her heart began more intensely. "Go...good morning sir." Aliza stammered entering the room with trembling legs. Charles's sharp Gray eyes rose from the computer to look at her for a millisecond and diverted back to the computer in completing the work he had been doing. "Sit down" he ordered her to still look through the screen while handling the mouse. "So you are?"

"Sir I'm Aliza...Aliza Stelwart." Aliza released a long breath silently congratulating her for not stuttering this time before the handsome hunk. "Oh yeah Aliza, you were the girl who secured the job through a written test," Charles said with a subtle enthusiasm.

"I am intrigued by your knowledge of bookkeeping and secretarial practice.

For just a school pass out that you are, you are quite knowledgeable." He complimented her and shut off his laptop to give Aliza his complete attention. "Did you work anywhere previously before this job?" He asked her curious questions. "No sir, this would be my first employment," Aliza replied to him with a shy smile.

Charles gives an understanding nod studying Aliza's features intensely. "Well..." He stiffened his lips stating his bewilderment. "Nine of your answers were right out of the ten questions given to you."

"Well Ms. Stalwart, you are absorbed in the job," Charles confirms leaning back to his highclass executive chair.

Aliza was in seventh heaven as she heard the words she had been waiting for for a long from the CEO's lips. "Regarding your nature of work, as soon as you enter the office you will get me my morning beverage, a cup of espresso with full cream milk and one spoon of sugar.

You will have to organize my schedule every day, receive telephone calls on my behalf and brief the necessary details to the contacts."

"During charity functions and other such occasions, you will accompany me as my date irrespective of your working hours. It may be just for the night or it can last for a couple of days depending on the situation. We may have to travel to a different country. Is that clear?" Charles emphasized his last three words.

"Yes, sir" comes a firm answer from Aliza in pensiveness hearing the intonation in the speech of her boss. "You will bring my suits from the laundry and buy new ones whenever necessary suiting the occasions.

For my private dates that I may not be interested in anymore, you will forward the girls a bouquet of fresh red roses accompanied with a sorry card and a golden bracelet." Aliza had her lips slightly opened receiving the piece of information.

If just for a date he could give a golden bracelet to the girl what would be the estimation of his wealth? She thought puzzled.

None of your concerns, Aliza. Her mind immediately taunted her. "Because you aren't even a graduate and are underage for this employment, you will stay under probation for one year. If your work is impressive then only your name will be added to the employee payroll of this firm." the CEO stressed his words 'probation and impressive' to make Aliza clear about the status of her job. His novel revelation brought Aliza an

unexpected consternation. She just nods to him, unable to trust her speech.

She would only be a probationary employee in the firm for the next 12 months. All that seems green is not green.

"Okay" He bends down to his desk and pulls out a document from the bottom drawer. "This is the agreement between you and Richmond Industries that you will not leave the firm before five years. Failing which you will pay us 20 million in compensation. You can take your time. Read the agreement in detail and then sign it." Charles said to Aliza.

"That's not required, sir. I will sign it." Aliza took the pen forwarded to her and signed all the documents in a go. "You can join the office tomorrow and collect your appointment letter from the personnel department." A calculative smirk etches Charles' features.

The poor innocent is hooked on him forever.

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The next day...

"Charla will direct you to your chair and acquaint you with the office." Saying those words Charles pinged and immediately there was a knock at the door. "Sir, you called me?" A grayhaired woman in a stiff business skirt and a shirt came inside. "Yeah Charla, meet Aliza.

She is my new secretary cum personal assistant and Aliza is Charla, the head of the personnel department. Charla please acquaint her with the office and show her the desk. "As you say, sir...." Charla nodded and Aliza followed her out.

Aliza looked around in awe at her new office room. The walls were painted in a gray and cream delightful combination. To one of the walls was a huge glass window where she could record the busy city life of people. In the center was a huge African wood desk with a high profile comfortable chair attached. Aliza could never dream she would one day be an employee of a welltodo concern like Richmond Industries.

On the center of the desk was an Apple Laptop placed. Aliza's eyes went wide in amazement. Charla who was standing beside her patted her shoulder in cheerfulness. "Here is your new Apple mobile.

The CEO's number is already fed in this and the others you can add depending on your choice." She handed her a brand new smooth mobile carton. Aliza's eyes glittered in happiness and choked on her speech as she thanked Charla.

Using an Apple laptop and mobile was incomprehensible for a middleclass girl like her.

Later Charla introduced Aliza to the staff, the cafeteria, and the coffee machine where she had to make coffee every day for Charles.

Tomorrow night is going to be a huge drug business deal. Charles returned from his office early to Sarte the club he owned and where most of his cocaine trades are done. No sooner than he entered the bar, the bartender bowed to him and forwarded Charles his usual drink. A scantily dressed dancer with glitter all over her body and breasts bulging out walked to Charles. "Good Evening boss, you called me?" She asked him politely.

Charles nodded after sipping the contents of the Bourbon in his glass and spoke. "Tomorrow we are going to have a huge trade of Coke Laila. Tell the dancers to be ready.

Nobody will be forced into sex against their will and I take responsibility for it." His eyes were serious and sharp looking straight at Laila. "You and your colleagues will be paid double what you are paid for doing overtime tomorrow and the next day all of you can take a day off.

The only thing I want to be sure of is that you and your team should be efficient in diverting the cops from this covenant."

"You are the most liberal paymaster I have come across in my career sir. We are always pleased to do the extra work because you amply fill our pockets.

I will keep my team ready." Laila answered professionally and bowed to Charles before taking her to leave. Lighting a cigarette Charles dialed his sister's number. "Hello Princess, how is college?" He spoke cheerfully to Edith.

With the information, his sister delivered he wasn't happy. Edith had joined her college late and was denied hostel admission because the rooms were full.

His innocent sister was obsessed with a manipulative rogue and the Rodriguez family couldn't risk her staying outside the college hostel. "Wait, do not call dad yet. You are still on the college campus. Am I right?

Do not leave the campus until I call you again. It is late at night and unsafe for you to go out." Charles ruled on Edith and dialed the next most warranted number the Dean of New York University. "Thank you very much, Mr. Mandela.

My sister will join her classes this Monday." Charles spoke crisply and disconnected the call.

He then called his best friend Allesandro. "Hey man, how are you?" Charles asked his friend, nipping the ash of his cigarette in the ashtray. "I have a request for you about my sister. Edith lost her hostel accommodation because of joining late.

I want you to accommodate her in your home so that she will stay safe away from that wolf and also complete her education.

I have already spoken to the Dean of New York University and she can continue her graduation there without a problem." Charles took a sip of his drink and chatted for a few more minutes with his best friend.

Later cutting the call he exhaled a huge sigh. Edith's matter is settled.

That night after she returned home Aliza was on top of the world. Her Uncle and Stella were going to an anniversary party of one of her friends. Andrew left for his friend's place and would stay for the night. Aliza took a relaxed bath and put on her old but comfortable nightwear. After she gets her firstmonth salary she plans to buy a few dresses and official wear for the office but till then she has to adjust with the little she has.

She made some beef sandwiches and steamy chicken soup to go by and sat for dinner. After long years of waiting Aliza was finally bestowed with something cheerful to happen in her life and she cannot stop but is tickled pink. Relaxing on the sofa with her dinner plate in her lap Aliza put on her favorite movie on Netflix and started to watch it.

Not even half an hour has passed. It was nine at night when the doorbell rang. Aliza wondered who was at the doorstep. Her uncle and aunt wouldn't return this early from the party and Andrew wasn't expected before tomorrow morning. Perplexed, she went to the entrance and stared through the peephole and the air blocked her throat, peeping at the person on the other side.

Bolting the chain Aliza half opened the door and spoke through the gap. "Hello Fredrick, aunt Stella, and Uncle Nelson had gone to her friend's anniversary party. You can come and meet them tomorrow." She answered Fredrick Stella's brother in an anxious voice. "Do not play stupid games with me. Did I tell you that I came to visit Stella? I'm here to meet you. Fucking open the door now, I am dying here in cold." He snarled.

Aliza plastered a fake smile and opened the door in trepidation. Fredrick wobbled through the entrance entering inside. His shirt was half tucked and his huge stomach was bulging out from his lowtucked pants. A smell of cheap alcohol was leaking out from him. "Get me a bottle of soda." He commanded Aliza after taking a glass from the crockery shelf.

Sitting on the sofa of the front hall he poured himself a drink and some more in another glass. "Fredrick, you are already drunk. Please stop drinking and relax in bed." Aliza told him in a shiver gathering her last bit of courage. "Did I ask for your advice?" He roared at Aliza in anger. With quivering hands, Aliza placed the bottle of soda on the table.

"Come on, give me company." Fredrick extended the glass to Aliza. "I just had my dinner. I'm full." Aliza told him in begging orbs. "I did not ask about your interest. I told you to drink." Aliza took the glass in her cold hands. She was sweating profusely even in the coldest month of winter. Creating as much distance between them as she sat on a single chair and took the glass.

"So it is true that you're over the moon grabbing a job at Richmond Industries. That sexy hunk, Charles Rodriguez... I heard the worst things about him. He is a playboy and a manwhore.

Stay away from him as much as possible." Then what are you, a saint who worships women? Aliza wanted to ask but she controlled her bursting instincts. "Do not build hopes that you would work too long with him.

Within the next six months, we are getting married and you will resign from that job. Is it clear?" He roared, cleaning the glass of its contents in one swoop.

"Yes...." Fredrick opened the chips packet he brought with him and munched on them. "I did not hear you." Aliza gulped heavily. "Yes..yes Fredrick.

I will resign from the job as soon as we are married." She restlessly played with her fingers answering him. He immediately bent forward and slapped his hand on the table shaking the articles on it. "Damn it!

It is not after marriage, it is before marriage." He stressed the last two words. "Okay....okay as you please Fredrick." Aliza's face went pale with discomfort.

"Now come on, give me a kiss." He waved his fingers like calling a dog and patted his lap. "I wish..." Aliza choked in her voice. "I wish kisses and hugs are after marriage Fredrick." The next moment he was in front of her pulling her hair. "You whore, you keep whoring around with that sexy hunk CEO and you thought I will keep my hands folded? Come on, kiss me, otherwise, I will make you resign from that idiotic job tomorrow itself."

"Please no..." Aliza pleaded. Fredrick held her neck so hard that the mark of his fingers could be seen. He pushed her to the wall and Aliza hit her head. An instant bruise formed on her forehead. He forcefully kissed Aliza and bit her lip when she did not open her mouth for him. Blood began to ooze out of her rims. He hastily opened the first two buttons of Aliza's top before squeezing her breast and giving her a hickey on her throat.

"No amount of concealer will help you with those marks." Fredrick gives a sadistic smile. "Now everyone in your office will see you as mine, including that handsome hero." A disgusting look involuntarily crossed Aliza's features. "Do not dare to give me that look." He threatened. "You hate me. Isn't it right, and now you're going to bear the fruit of it? He lifted her and walked to the bedroom. "Leave me...leave me please," Aliza begged.

"Next time you disobey me, you are surely going to be fucked. Give me what I want and you will live happily. Kiss me now. Otherwise, I'm going to rape you right here." Aliza raised her head and gave a trembling kiss to Fredrick. "That was simply amazing." He remarked.

Little did Aliza know that was a blunder she made.

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Saying those dangerous words Fredrick pounced on Aliza like a hungry lion. "Please leave" Aliza tried to push Fredrick but he was too strong for Aliza even in his drunken state. Suddenly something stuck inside her head and she raised her knee. Aliza kicked Fredrick into a place where the sun doesn't shine.

Fredrick roared in pain holding his crotch and fell to the ground cursing her. Aliza realized that it was the only moment of her escape. She ran for her life, ran to save her virginity against the philanderer. Aliza was a woman with strong moral values. She did not believe in sex before marriage and hated involvement with a sex pervert. She wanted to save her virginity to the man she marries but would such a day arise in her life a million dollars questions?

After running up to a safe distance when Aliza made a note that Fredrick wasn't following her she breathed an air of relief. It was then she realized how cold it was. Dread passed through her system. She was dressed in feeble clothes that hardly could protect her from the severe winter. She was penniless with not even a phone to contact somebody for help. Aliza looked around the place she was standing. She was not acquainted with the area.

The road was completely dark with not even a ray of light except the light of the moon shining bright in the night sky. She closed her eyes tight in trembling because of the severity of the cold. Gathering her arms around her chest she looked forward and found a small light gleaming at a distance. She sprinted towards the light clutching her arms tight around her breasts. It was a small garage that was closed.

A grayhaired man walked towards her and asked kindly. "How may I help you?" Before she could answer he looked at the trembling form of Aliza and offered her a blanket from the cot he was sleeping hitherto. "Thank you very much," Aliza told him gratefully. "Do you mind if I make a phone call from here?" She asked him beholden. "Of course young miss....." The old man spoke with generosity and handed her his mobile.

Aliza took the phone from the old man. Maybe it was God's grace on her just this morning she had fed Charla's phone number in her contacts list. Though she did not have her phone with her she remembered her number very well because it was a fancy number. Within ten minutes a Chevrolet Spark stopped in front of her and outwalked Charla in her nightwear. "What happened dear? How could you get stuck in this garage too when you do not have a car? She asked her in a surprisefilled with concern.

Aliza thanked the Grayhaired garage owner and returned his blanket. She stepped into Charla's car and recited to her the complete incident that happened an hour ago. Charla pitied Aliza for her helpless state.

She received her warm chocolate milk and offered her shelter for the night. Aliza could spend the night with Charla but the thought of returning to her uncle's home haunted her every second.

How severe would be Stella's outburst on her when she hears the news about her running away from Fredrick?

Aliza knew her uncle could not protect her in the matter and her aunt is a witch. Blood ran cold in her nerves as she thought about the jeopardizing situation she was in. The next morning Aliza got up at Charla's home with swollen red eyes as she could not sleep the night. The hickey Fredrick awarded her on the neck turned purplish and was too dark to be hidden by the concealer. His finger marks rested on her cheeks, throat, and everywhere on her hands.

Unless she told that someone had abused her she looked beautifully fucked just as how Fredrick wanted people to think about her. With the disdainful thought, Aliza hated her skin. She scrubbed herself repeatedly in disgust till her skin turned red. With the cold night and the abuse, she had suffered from the man whose body was burning with temperature. But could she afford a leave? She was only a probation employee at Richmond Industries.

Going to the coffee maker Aliza made a steaming cup of coffee with a smiley design on the top. Aliza learned to make several designs on chocolate milk and coffee for Andrew.

When he was small Andrew was a cribbing kid and drank milk only when the delightful shapes were made. Aliza wished to make her boss happy like Andrew every day with a novel design.

After all the years that she is born, if there is anything happy that went on in her life, is to secure a job in Richmond Industries and she will try her best to retain it for several more years even after her probation.

Making a knock at the door Aliza waited for the deep 'come in' to be heard. As soon as she heard the permission she stepped into the CEO's office with the coffee mug. She places the mug on the desk with its lid and waits for her boss's instruction.

Charles doesn't even spare a glance at Aliza and she was glad that he did not see her designer face. "There is a green file in the bottom drawer of the bookshelf beside." He pointed to the shelf typing on his laptop. "Write a notice letter to Shaw & Co after taking the details from the file.

They haven't paid us for our supplies to date." He started and suddenly looked up.

His eyes went wide for just a hairline and his gaze was pointed at her for a minuscule second. Aliza's heart missed a beat fearing the reaction from her boss. Charles stopped the work he was doing and guarded Aliza with his fingers knotted to each other. Aliza felt agitated under her boss's influencing aura. Everything he did holds poise, a grandeur that marks his power. He leaned back on his chair with his right leg resting on the knee of the other.

"Ms.

Stelwart..." He spoke sophisticatedly but in command. "Once you are outside the office premises, what you do is none of my concern but being an employee of my company and my secretary I do not want my business counterparts to see you as a 'ready to be fucked' doll." Charles switches off the airconditioning and opens the window of his room with a remote. "I know I am too blatant but I want this to be my last warning." He lights a cigarette and puffs out smoke. "Your look shouldn't affect the reputation of my company." He pointed to her rudely with his eyes. "I do not want my business colleagues to think that I hired a whore." The sight of Aliza's red face with marks settled an unfathomable anger inside Charles.

All the candidates who came for the interview were more qualified and experienced than Aliza but she was the only woman who was covered in clothes from top to toe.

Charles held an unknown respect for her and that was the exact point on why he hired her though she was underage with zero experience looks could often be deceptive.

And Charles realized it too late. "Next time you sleep with someone let those marks be concealed or let them be in places only your boyfriend or husband could see. Otherwise, it gives a cheap look." He stressed the word 'cheap' with disgust.

Aliza couldn't control her tears anymore. "I'm sorry sir, I will be more careful further." She replied and raced away from the CEO's room with water flowing from her eyes in rivulets but Charles cared two hoots with what he said.

Returning home Aliza had to face the worst action from her aunt. Stella rebuked her and beat her black and blue for denying her brother. Her uncle who was standing beside and watching the show had no words to say except the cut of a sorry look. Andrew who tried to oppose was pushed away by her aunt as she landed beatings one after another on Aliza.

"Thank you, Mr. Charles Rodriguez, I and my team had a warm welcome at the airport from your staff and this is the best deal we had ever done." Mr. Vangchew shook hands with Charles at Sarte, the club where the cocaine deal was made.

Suddenly they heard a yelp followed by a disturbance. Charles looked doubtful at the people around when his sight fell on a man trying to force on one of the bar dancers.

Charles immediately walked to the spot. "If the girl is willing, there is nothing wrong in having an enjoyment but if she doesn't want to bed you, remember there is a protection stapled behind all the girls that are working here and that shield is me." Charles declared. "You have to cross me before you reach the girl." Charles pointed to himself.

The Chinese delegate was about to hit Charles but he stopped him in a midway with the obstruction of his arm. He then punched him in the belly and landed a blow on his face. The Chinese man vomited blood and fell unconscious. "Respect a woman and never dare to touch her against her will. Otherwise, she can be at your peril." He declared aloud to every man in the bar and walked out of the place.

Charles reached his office and lighted a cigarette. The bikiniclad and glittercovered bar dancer fell on her knees near the feet of her boss. "Sir I'm indebted to you. Just because of me, an ordinary bar dancer, you have lost one hundred fifty million worth of deals. I do not know how I can return your favor." Charles helps the woman to stand on her feet. "What is your name?" He asks her in gentleness.

"Sir I am Julia. I have been working in your bar as a bar dancer for the last three years." Charles nods and signals one of the dancers assembled to bring Julia a glass of water. "I do not tolerate discourteous behavior towards women.

That scoundrel misbehaved with you and he got the fruit of his actions." Julia spoke while her eyes were directed to the floor. "Sir, you lost your deal because of me." Charles patted her shoulder with a smile. "Money is not more important to me than the dignity of a woman." Julia looked at Charles with an admiration filled with surprise.

"Sir, I'm very fortunate to have been able to work in your club." All the other women assembled supported her and there was unanimous applause.

Six months later

Every day Aliza was abused by her aunt and her sickened brother Fredrick for going uncooperative with him. Aliza desperately needed an outlet but her aunt was a very powerful witch, she would drag her out to suffer more even from the threshold of hell.

With the days passing Aliza became immune to her aunt's beating until the day she announced the most fateful day of her life, her engagement with Fredrick

Aliza's engagement was fixed within ten days and as agreed earlier she was to submit her resignation to Richmond Industries. Aliza feared the black eye of her boss. She was to pay 20 million to the firm in compensation if she resigns from the job before the bond period. Working in such a reputed company with a huge salary was a dream come true for Aliza. If it was on her she wouldn't think of resigning from the job even in her bleakest period.

Her boss Mr. Charles Rodriguez was a gentleman and very professional. Despite the backlash she faces every day in her home from her aunt, Fredrick going to work was a breath of fresh air for Aliza. For the past six months Aliza was careful or to be more apt lucky that Fredrick or Stella did not attempt to design her face or open areas of her body with their marks.

It was five in the morning. Charles heard the ring of his alarm clock and pushed away the comforter. His perfectly shaped long feet kissed the carpeted floor as he walked to the window inhaling the fresh morning air of nature. The sky was still dark but there were traces of light. The chirping of birds could be heard from the casement that had the picturesque view of his five acres of garden around his opulent bungalow.

The flowers were slowly blooming, enthralling his room with their magnificent fragrance. Looking outside Charles could see a cuckoo in one of the trees singing as though welcoming him for a new morning. Just as he was about to reach the washroom Charles could see his telephone ring.

Gazing at the callerID a pleasant smile adorned his features. "Good Morning Mama..." Charles greeted his mother and received a cheerful voice from the other end. "Wish you a very happy birthday my baby, may you live long with so many years of health, prosperity, and happiness." Charles chuckles and thanks his mother before he could hear some kind of shuffling in the background.

Immediately his father's voice came to be heard. "Hello son, wish you a very happy birthday. Are you coming home today?" Allen asked him in eagerness.

"Thanks, dad..." Charles wondered at the sudden change in his dad's behavior. Earlier it was always his mother who asked this question to him. "Dad, I have no plans for now. I'm very busy but I will try." Charles declined his father's offer courteously after a sigh running his fingers through his thick black hair. Soon there were calls from his sister and brother wishing him a happy birthday.

Charles wasn't a very social person. He hated parties and always made plans to avoid them. During all his twentysix years of life, he doesn't remember when he had his last birthday celebration. Oftentimes he forgot his birthdays while busy with work.

His siblings and friends including other family members called him boring and a party pooper but that is what he was and he doesn't wish to change himself for the worse.

Charles knew if he gave a hint to his mother she would plan a huge gettogether with a lot of pomp and show.

Just as he disconnected the call of his younger brother he could see a call from one of his men popping on his phone screen. Charles contemplated looking at the caller id. His men never call him outside working hours and if they were ringing him at such an odd time, obviously the matter is understood to be serious.

"Yes Benjamin, what's the matter, you are calling me this early?" Charles immediately picked up the call on the second ring. There was a power and control in his voice which he often used against his men to keep them under check.

The Mafia had stamped him coldhearted and insensitive but that's how the system works. Though wasn't bad at heart he became ruthless, hard, and callous claiming thousands of lives.

Within a leap of an eye and not a hitch in his heart, he took away the blood of thousands of people but there was always a reason behind it.

He isn't inhuman like he is often marked but always had to wear the cover of a demon to conquer the deleterious and grant justice to the sinless.

"Sir, Ricky was caught in the wee hours of this morning by our men stealing dope from our godowns and exporting it to the African harbors." Charles tightened his fists with eyes emitting fire. "Where is he now?" He growled in an untamed ire. "Sir since he was resisting our men he was given an injection of Morphine and is now lying unconscious tied with ropes in our underground cell."

"Good," Charles remarked. "I will be reaching there in twenty." At the speed of a flight, Charles drove to his underground torture cell on the outskirts of the city where he taught the delinquents an irreproachable lesson a victory of truth over injustice. "How dare you steal from me, Ricky Mendos?" Charles hit Ricky so hard that blood began to ooze out of his lips in the first blow.

He punched him in the stomach like a bulldozer and the victim vomited blood. He signaled the man beside him to ready the defibrillators. Continuous shock treatments were given to Ricky.

His face became blue and he vibrated with force on every inlet of electricity in his body. "Please award me death." He pleaded feebly. "Oh you are destined to get death but before that, you need to experience what is defying Charles Rodriguez, how dangerous it is to meddle with the merciless mafia leader of the Dark soul gang.

You need to suffer the irresistible torture in my hands." He declared with no mercy grinding his teeth.

Charles signaled once again the man operating defibrillators and another jolt of electricity passed into his bloodstream of Ricky. The defaulter couldn't bear it anymore and he died on the spot. "This is what you get when you try to cheat on me. So better be careful before you try to show your smartness." Charles roared to his men assembled in the dark room.

The men bowed their heads, unable to use their words to meet the unbounded fusillade of their boss. "Send the body to his family and inform them that Rickey was punished for his breach of conduct." Lighting up a cigarette Charles spoke in subtle softness. "I do not want his innocent kids and family to suffer the brunt of his sinful actions.

Inform them a five million allowance is deposited in the bank and for anything required in future they can surely call me. Give his wife my number and I will always be there to help them." He spoke to one of his righthand men.

His bodyguards and men gazed at him in untold admiration after experiencing the soft side of their boss. "Sir we will never go disloyal to you and will continue to be your bound workers till our last breath." One of the men spoke standing perked and others joined him in a slogan. Charles simply nodded to them and walked out of the room buttoning up his jacket in powerful long strides like a king after presiding over his subjects.

"Tonight is our engagement followed by a party. Do not try to play your smart games before the public because if you do you are going to face hell from me." Fredrick threatened Aliza and squeezed her breasts. "Wow, they are so soft. I am eager to taste them." He reckoned like an evil wizard staring at Aliza's shapely plums in wantonness.

The party started and everyone at the venue was enjoying their time except Aliza. "Today we assembled here to organize my niece's engagement with my wife's younger brother Fredrick Roger. I wish the pair cherish many long years of happy marital bliss. Cheers to the couple." Nelson remarked, holding out his drink.

Aliza gave a forced smile with tears in her eyes. Nobody knew they weren't tears of happiness except Charla who was present at the engagement as one of the guests.

Today after her engagement Aliza's situation became more perilous. Fredrick drank too much and abused Aliza to no recovery.

She asked him for a couple of days to convince her boss and resign from her job. "You bloody bitch you still dare to decline me?" Fredrick snarled at Aliza's face, forcefully brought her into his arms, and kissed her like a monster.

Aliza wanted to hide in some corner of the room like a scared kitten but Alas she had no chance to escape the evil eyes of her 'wouldbe' fiance. "Fredrick please let us do this after marriage." She begged him but Fredrick had no heart.

He gave her a treacherous smile and made predatory steps toward her.

Unable to stand his advances Aliza slapped him going foolish and that was the biggest blunder she made. Something sparkled in the eyes of the demon. Fredrick heated the frying pan on the gas stove and plastered it on Aliza's face. "I will wipe away every bit of the courage in you so that next time you wouldn't dare slap me back." He declared monstrous and hit one more time in Aliza's stomach.

"Please do not hit me like that. I am going to be your wife soon, have some mercy upon me." Aliza pleaded but Fredrick did not have the beating organ in his chest. He blew her in the stomach making use of a hockey stick Andrew played with and struck her repeatedly on her knees until she couldn't walk and walked away from the room.

Making soft sobs Aliza dragged herself to the phone in her bedroom and called Charla to help her out of the home for the night. The next morning Aliza did not want to think about what was going to happen to her in the office. She feared the abhorrence of her boss was too small a statement to describe her anxiety.

What will be his reaction when he sees his secretary with abusive marks on her face unable to even walk properly to his room?

Will he retrench her off the job because of her unchanged approach towards work or become the knight in shining armor for her?

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Rays of light began to occupy the sky in the early hours of dawn. Aliza grimaced on when the light will arrive in her life or was she ever fated for such happiness? As soon as she placed her legs on the floor a shooting pain bothered her knee. Aliza trembled in ache and slowly walked to the bathroom holding the walls of the room.

She reached into the mirror of the bathroom and looked at her face. Tears flowed endless out of her eyes for the horrible suffering she endured because of her aunt and her monster fiancé. How was she going to face her boss with such a dreadful appearance was the first question that occupied her mind. A round purplish lesion surrounded her eye. The corner of her lips had blood marks because of bruising kisses Fredrick gave her. Red marks of bytes occupied her neck.

Her knees were beaten so badly that she couldn't stop but limp with pain. What was the answer she was going to give her boss if he asked her about the artworks on her face? Will he continue her in the job?

If he retrenches her should she pay the firm the 20 millions as signed in the contract? Where will she get that much money? Last time he found sketches on her face, he called her a slut and severely detested her.

That look of his still haunts Aliza till today. She could stand anger in her boss's eyes but she cannot tolerate contempt for her. He called her cheap and stamped her a whore the horrible name chases her dreams she couldn't recover till date.

Aliza was in a pool of sweat as she thought about the possible scenarios she was to face in her office today. She borrowed a full hand top from Charla so that at least the bruises on her hand couldn't be made a note. She debated to herself about all the possible excuses she could give to her boss if he questioned her on her thrashed features.

Walking to her boss's room after a knock, Aliza placed Charles's coffee mug on the table and was about to leave. Thank heavens he did not see her face Aliza sighed. But her relief was shortlived. "Wait, where is the...." Charles stopped midway in shock looking at the face of Aliza consecutively with a feel of loathe on his face.

Charles wasn't the person who would misbehave or go abrasive towards women. His sophistication and civilization intervenes before he does that to any lady. He decided to settle the dues of Aliza and send her away from the firm without tarnish.

She was a black mark to his reputation. Little did he know about the true character of the woman before employing her? Charles chided to himself. Unlike his previous reproach Charles did not communicate anything negative or derogatory to Aliza.

He simply wanted to get her to resign from the job without besmirch.

"Aliza calls Charla into the office?" He ordered her to type an official mail in his laptop. "Sure sir" Aliza replied, energized. She was on the seventh heaven that her boss either did not notice her bruised features or chose to ignore them. Either way she felt very fortunate and thanked the Almighty for saving her on the day. Within a few days she would heal and become normal. Aliza suddenly became very positive about her thoughts when her boss did not show anger on her.

Charla walked inside Charles's room as soon as she was informed. "Charla drafted a resignation letter for Aliza and took signatures from her. From tomorrow onwards she need not come to the office and you will get back to be my personal assistant cum secretary. I'm terminating the lady from the job because she doesn't have a character. She is a stigma to my eminence and esteem of my company with those provocative dirty marks on her face." Charles concluded with a slight blemish.

According to the orders of her boss Charla couldn't leave the room to do the required work. She stood rooted to the ground twiddling with her fingers. Charles raised his eyes to Charla in command.

His orbs owned a suspicious look. "Sir I know I'm in no position to speak this information to you and I very well know I am risking my job in this by supporting Aliza against your decision." Rising from his seat Charles pushed his hands inside his pant pockets and walked in slow raptorial steps towards Charla.

His lips were plastered in a thin line intimidating her with his controlling aura. "What do you mean?" He accentuated his dominance. Charles did not like at least bit the old woman's indirect referral.

"Sir please...." Charla made out a bleak request taking steps back "I do not have time for unnecessary drama, Charla. Do not beat around the bush and come to the point directly." Charles told her firm. "Sir Aliza is not a girl without a character.

In fact she is fired. All the marks you see on her face are not the results of sexual turnins but the blemishes of severe abuse both from her aunt and her fiancé.

Aliza desperately needs a powerful someone's help who could bring her out of the clutter and may be some psychological counselling too for the years of oppression, torture she had to suffer.

"What are you saying Charla?" Charles asked her unbelievable and had his eyes on stalks for which Charla nodded keeping her eyes to the floor. "I am sorry sir." She told him rather unheard of cowardice. "Actually Aliza has been an orphan since the age of six.

Both her parents passed away in a road accident. Since then she had been raised by her uncle. Her aunt loathes Aliza's presence in her house. As a result she uses her as an all purpose maid.

Now she plans to marry her off to her forty five years old brother, a philanderer and an alcoholic. Yesterday was her engagement with the dog and he used her like his punching bag when she decided against sleeping with him."

"Fucking hell" Charles exhaled muttering low to himself. He then looked back at Charla. "Let this information be between you and me." Charla gave a curt nod and spoke gratefully. "Thank you very much for not sacking me sir."

Charles immediately lifts his office intercom and tells his bodyguard. "Yeah Ethan, I'm sending down a girl. Take her to her home, help her pick her belongings and settle her in the employee quarters attached to my castle.

And one more important piece of information..." Charles made an ascending inflection. "You need not hesitate to teach the people in the house a lesson in case of a requisite physical action if they resist the girl from picking up her luggage.

Is the matter clear?" He asks Ethan and disconnects the call after he hears a firm 'yes sir'."

Charles instantly called Aliza to his office. Getting up from the seat as soon as she put down the receiver Aliza made a huge prayer to God to let the day pass without a hitch. "Yes Ms Stelwart..." Charles addressed Aliza after she wished him.

He deeply observed the walking style of her and gulped down a huge curse. "Ms Stelwart, our business is expanding and I would require the services of my personal assistant outside the working hours too.

Calling you to the office at odd hours may be too risky considering you as a girl in her prime age.

As regards to your allowances, you need not hesitate but will be sufficiently compensated along with a rent free accommodation of employee quarters beside my bungalow."

"But sir...I'm engaged, my fiance..." Charles turned a deaf ear to Aliza's frail disagreement and did not leave any clues for further argumentation. "I hope the matter is clear to you, Ms Stelwart. A driver is waiting for you downstairs at the office premises beside a Gray Limousine A193958." He shunned her professional, dismissing her off his room and picked up his receiver to speak to someone on the phone.

Aliza had no choice but to follow her boss's instructions. No sooner had she reached the office parking, a buffy middle aged man greeted her. "Good Morning madam I'm Ethan, your driver for today." Throughout the ride Aliza had been sweating profusely in pensiveness in spite of the air conditioning being too high in the vehicle with the torment she was about to face from Fredrick and the outburst of her aunt.

Ethan observed Aliza from the rear view mirror. He was smart to connect the dots the cadence in his boss's tone, the bruises marked on Aliza's face and the limp in her leg. An understanding grin flashed his features and also a surety in his heart that the naive girl had been lucky to finally reach the hands of a seraph.

"Uncle Nelson, considering the demands of work in the company my boss had ordered me to shift to employee quarters immediately." Aliza told Nelson anxiously fearing the irate of her aunt and before Nelson could reply Stella reached Aliza. "You bitch you did not tell your boss that you are going to leave the job soon? How dare you.." Stella was about to slap Aliza.

Aliza closed her eyes in fear anticipating a sting on her cheek but the slap never reached her. Opening her eyes she discovered Ethan was holding firm the hand of Stella stopping her from attacking. He twisted her arm and pulled it to her back.

Stella screamed in pain but Ethan did not loosen his hold until her arm turned blue with the marks of his fingers. "Keep your hands in your control." He admonished Stella low and menacing. Nelson had a victorious smirk on his features.

Finally the thing he couldn't do for years, somebody else had done it for him.

As soon as her arm was released Stella immediately called her brother. Fredrick reached the house within ten minutes at the speed of a rocket and fumed on Aliza while she was packing her last few things. "You filthy whore, how much did that pig grant you to sleep with him?" He raised his hand but Ethan immediately forced him to halt on his actions. He hit him so hard that Fredrick flew in the air and fell on the floor in a bump.

"You will not say one more word against my master. Otherwise I will smash you to pieces." Ethan intimidated Fredrick in a warning and kicked him in the guts. "Young madam, if you finished packing, can we leave now?" He asked Aliza politely. Before Aliza could speak Fredrick interceded. "Wait till my hands reach you, you whore. You're soon going to take the replies for your actions from me." Ethan passed a disgusting look at Fredrick, picked the luggage of Aliza and walked her to the car.

"Stay happy Liza." Nelson softly patted the head of Aliza in a fatherly affection. Aliza hugged her uncle avoiding the fiercely stares of her aunt.

As soon as she reached the exit of the house her eyes went wide in astonishment. The person she least expected was standing in front of her.

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"Marry her Sandro, we cannot have a better groom for Edith than you.

You have known her since her childhood being the best friend of Charles you are affiliated to each of her tantrums." Edith's father Allen Rodriguez insisted. "Man, I always wished you to be my brotherinlaw. She is the only princess of our family.

Can we trust anyone better for her than you?" Charles asked his best friend Sandro. "She is innocent and we know she behaved like a child in running away. Please excuse her and accept her as your wife." Henry seconded his older brother Charles.

", you are glorifying me too much." Sandro added timorous running a hand in his hair. Allen patted the shoulder of Allesandro. "Son, you deserve it.

Please accept her." His aged eyes held a request looking at Sandro. "She had been living with you all this time, no one in this world knows her better than you apart from us." Charles supported his father.

He brought Allesandro to a side hug to which Sandro reflected a magnificent smile. "Of course I love her too." He declared finally to everyone in the house and the complete Rodriguez family was caught unawares.

"Hey three cheers to our princess for getting married." Henry rose for a toast. Soon there was clinking of glasses. Allen hugged Sandro with a proud smile. There was fatherly affection held in his orbs.

Arianna followed her husband. "Son" she looked up at Sandro and ran her fingers slowly on his hairy cheeks, her eyes welled tears oozing love.

Sandro bent his head and kissed the forehead of Arianna holding her in his arms. "I will always keep her safe mom." He promised her.

Charles hugged him and patted the back of Charles. "Welcome to the family, my friend." The drinks were served in a festival of the moment.

"Unlock the door of the Princess." Allen voiced to one of the servants who was serving snacks along with cocktails. The house of Rodriguez suddenly felt like an abode for celebration. Festive glitter rolled along the walls of the opulent mansion. After all, it was the marriage of the only daughter of Allen Rodriguez, the world famous orthopedic surgeon and underworld leader.

Charles brought his sister into his arms and hugged her. "Stay happy....always." He nods and kisses her forehead. Allen comes to stand beside Edith and runs his hand softly on her hairs in affection. "What is happening?" Edith stared around the members of her family asking them innocently. The room instantly vibrated with everyone's chuckles. "You're getting married, Princess." Allen informed his daughter.

Charla?" Aliza asked, stupefied. Charla nodded in happiness and hugged Aliza. "Boss sent me here to help you with the packing." Aliza's admiration for Charles increased substantially for his generosity and concern. "Our boss is a very caring person." She declared to Charla in an emotion filled with tears. "Yes he is!" Charla supported her friend recollecting the discussion she had with Charles about Aliza.

Aliza waved to her uncle after giving him a goodbye kiss on his cheek. Both the friends kept chatting endlessly throughout the ride. Aliza breathed a new lease of life. She felt like a bird released from a cage. Her happiness was boundless and gratitude towards Charles was immeasurable. Aliza's limitless joy was all seen in her glittered eyes.

Half an hour later they reached the premises of Orchard house the name of the bungalow where the prestigious CEO of Richmond Industries lived. As soon as the Gray limousine arrived the guard opened the gates of the massive estate. Aliza had her jaw open looking at the enormous Terra and splendid greenery around her.

To the right were huge trees with extended long branches and to the left side were pleasant green pastures with flowers in between of different varieties and colors. Aliza wondered how many acres the bungalow is situated. Words fell short in her dictionary to describe the goofy ambience of United States richest billionaire Charles Rodriguez's house. She was dumb and at the same time infatuated. The pathway to the house was long enough for more than twenty minutes of ride from the entrance gate.

Finally the car stopped in the parking lot where several other latest model cars, sports cars in different colors, were parked in pride. Ethan went inside the bungalow to get the keys for Aliza's accommodation while she and Charla waited outside the limousine. In front of them was situated a marvelous fountain of a lady holding a water pot which poured streams of water on all the four sides. Aliza's eyes were on stalks amazed at the beauty of the habitat.

"Hey ladies, here are the keys." Ethan played a set in his hands. "Follow me behind." He told them enthusiastically. He opened the locks of four employee quarters one after another to give a choice of selection for Aliza.

The first one was in a Gray and white theme a quarter that looked completely of a male's choice. The second one was pink and blue, too girlish. Aliza did not like the choice of colors.

The third one was completely cream looked bland like an old man's house with no combination and the fourth quarter presented its best for Aliza.

It was a combination of Gray and turquoise color, a small two room set with a kitchen. It has an attached bath, a bedroom and a small sitting room which could accommodate a sofa and a TV. Aliza liked her new home very much, cozy and comfortable away from the abuse of her tyrant fiance and her treacherous aunt. But she did not even get a chance to say her goodbye to her cousin. Aliza misses her uncle and cousin Andrew.

Within two hours of arrival Aliza settled her luggage and styled her new home with the little stuff she had taken the help of her best friend Charla. Beside Aliza's quarter were other staff's residences including the cooks, butler, house maids and the security guards. After helping Aliza Charla left for her home before she prepared a simple meal of spaghetti for both of them.

An hour later of settlement Aliza received a call. A landline intercom was arranged in all employee quarters of Orchard house so that the boss could communicate to his employees whenever required.

"Hello Aliza.." A deep male voice was heard on the phone. Aliza would blatantly recognize the dominant masculine voice that is always filled with control and power in each syllable uttered even in her sleep. "Ye...yes sir...Good morning sir....I mean good evening sir." Aliza stuttered. Damn you girl, why do you keep stuttering in front of him? He is not going to eat you. He is only your boss. Aliza's inner self intervened.

"Good Evening Ms Stelwart, I'm sending a physician to your quarter.

I think you had a huge fall because of that limp in your leg but now that you are under my supervision I will take care of it." Charles spoke in a double meaning but Aliza was too naive to know that her boss already had a version of her perilous past. "Yes sir...no sir...I ....I will take care of my leg sir.

You need not bother sir" Aliza replied breathless one after another four statements like a military junior answering his commandant.

They heard a sigh on the other side. "Ms Stelwart I do not take orders, I'm sending a doctor to you. You need not pay him anything and give him the truth about the problem you have been suffering." He stressed on the word 'truth'. "And one more thing you need not come to the office for the next two days. Charla will manage." Saying those words Charles cut the call giving no place for a contradiction from Aliza.

Ten minutes later a knock was heard and Aliza opened the door for the doctor. Just as her boss ordered she told the truth to the doctor. It was for the first time in her life that Aliza spoke without hiding anything about her health. Since the age of six she was trained to hide her problems and live with her worries but today after so many years of trouble she felt good days have finally arrived in her life.

She called Andrew, told him how happy she was feeling and spoke to her uncle too in complete smiles. Nelson felt joy hearing his niece so cheerful after decades of torment that she had to face his wife. In the background Aliza could hear the grunts and curses of her aunt but this time she was not going to spoil her mood thinking about the evil lady. "Shall we have a shopping and weekend lunch together uncle Nelson?"

Fredrick wasn't able to digest his defeat in the hands of Aliza. A girl who even feared his shadow became a cause of his peril. The very thought made the blood run cold in his veins. He wasn't able to move his arms.

There was ache in every part of his body. How could she have the courage to quit the house and leave him to suffer? He felt like a butchered bull and expected Aliza to serve him night and day until he became hale and fit again.

But Aliza left him to suffer his own hell and that was the biggest blow to his ego.

Fredrick was seeing red with every passing second. He decided to teach Aliza a lesson and immediately called his sister Stella to discuss his next course of action. Stella wasn't present when he reached Aliza in his brotherinlaw's home.

On the contrary when he calls her now she is no more active like always. The bodyguard Ethan hadn't left his chance to discipline her either. And the news about his sister's sick state added fuel to the already existing fire in Fredrick's stance.

You are over Aliza. Fredrick to himself.

She took the medicines the doctor gave to her and was about to sleep when Aliza heard her phone ring again. Without seeing the callerid she picked up the call and spoke groggily. "Hello?"

The words the speaker spoke next made blood drain out of her face.