She belongs to Lucifer and Lucian

Chapter 4

MARILYN

My eyes flew open immediately when I heard my name coming from several familiar voices.

My vision blurred for a while, and it took up to twenty seconds to reset it to normal, and then I turned my head slowly, only to see my w***e friends playing around.

I reached out my hand as if you call one of them, but a grunt replaced it as my hand fell midway, and it nevertheless alerted them.

"Hey, Mary. Are you still alive?"

The girls surrounded my bed in no time, and several questions were thrown at me.

"Does it hurt anywhere?"

"Did you remember why it happened?"

"Shall I bring water for you?"

I just stared at them without any words until the door opened again, and from where I was lying, I saw Madam Diana stomp towards us with her usual expression.

"Hey, hey, move aside," she yapped before positioning herself before me like doom.

She eyed me dangerously for some time before taking my hand and checking my pulse, "You seem to be fine now. Get up and come with me."

Just like I was surprised, the other girls are also surprised as they look at her with exclamation, "Madam? Did you want to see her dead that soon?"

"Did I say I'm talking her to f**k?" She retorted almost immediately, "Get on your business and stop gossiping!"

As she dished out the abuse, she left, and I managed myself with the help of other girls to get up and walk after her.

I was still weak to the core and I couldn't even look up to see what's going on around me because it hurts if I open my eyes to a too illuminated environment.

Madam Diana opened the door to her office and sank into the chair, and then watched me as I struggled to pull the chair and sit down.

I hiccuped for a while before starting, "Why do you bring me here, Madam?"

"Is it the two of them?" She suddenly asked the confusing question, and I looked up with raised eyebrows, but she continued, "Lord Lucian and Lord Lucifer, they're both your mates?"

"Hey. Are you getting delusional now that you're getting old?" I scoffed with amusement, even though I know the reality now that I'm mated to the two, "I will definitely reject that Lunatic."

She banged her hand on the table, "Don't talk to me like that. We both know that's the case here now. Your mates are Lord Lucian and Lord Lucifer! Did you still not get it?"

I only stared on as she elaborated her explanation, as I found the information rather funny than real.

How can I be mates with two people at the same time, and they're twins? Like, two people are going to be my mates?

But what concerns this woman so much?

"Why did you call me here then?" I ask slowly, even though my brain is still in dilemma on whether to accept that truth or not.

"They're here for you. I mean, Lord Lucian has already sent a car to pick you up," she gets up and goes to a small storeroom beside the toilet. She comes back later with a wrap in her hands. "That's some cloth. Get dressed and be ready to go serve him at home."

My heart sank. "Why are you giving me up? My family and friends left me here. Even though you're harsh, you're still the only guardian I have. Why did you agree to this?" I wanted to cry.

"You have to leave here one day, Dorothy!" She suddenly quipped in a tone that shocked me to my bones. My bulging, big eyes stared at her. Why did she suddenly call me Dorothy?

Five years ago, after I was left with her, it was in this same Office that she'd give me my blindfold and said, "You're no longer Dorothy McAllen again. You have to choose a name for yourself here and embrace the life that we live here as whores!"

I had refused to accept her judgment and threw the blindfold away, "No, Hag! I will never become a lowly being as a prostitute. I'm going to be a doctor!!"

She'd suddenly raised her head and dashed me a slap, "Nothing like e dream here, Dorothy!" She quipped. "Here live the girls whose lives and dreams have been crushed like yours. I paid to get you, so do your best to do your money's worth and toss that name under your feet!"

"My father will tear you apart!!" I had sworn. "This illegal prostitution will be discovered by social media, and my lawyer sister would do anything to bring you down!"

It was at this level that she dropped her hand and grabbed another object, which was a knife. "Take," she had shoved to my hand and then grabbed another document, "That is the document backing Daughters of Jezebel parlour as a legal s*x parlour. That is a silver knife.... Kill me and tear these government approval documents."

I had still eyed the woman. I don't know what to say because I had imagined what it would be like if it really turned out that my family abandoned me.

I had grudgingly taken the objects and exited her office only for me to hear from my parents that, don't want me.

Fast forward to today, I looked at her and wondered what on earth was going on in her mind.

"Why.... Why did you call me Dorothy?"

She smirked, "Isn't that your name? Dorothy McAllen?"

"No!!!" I shrieked and banged the table with the energy I have left, "I refused to go back to be Dorothy again!!! Here is my home and here I will stay!"

"Things don't always go our way, Dorothy, you see...."

A knock on the door interrupted her, and then the clerk came in, "Madam, you have a guest."

She stood up, "Oh. She must be here."

She? I frowned for a while, but stood up to leave, but when she fired at me, "Where are you going?"

"Don't you have a guest?"

"You can sit down. She's here for you," saying this, she exited the door to usher in whoever it was.

I waited until she came back with another woman,— no, a lady. Dressed so distinguished and formal. She doesn't look like the kind of person who could come to a place like this, and more importantly, she looked familiar.

I started on without a word, expecting Madam Diana to talk, but the woman only took her bag of popcorn. "You two will have a lot to talk about. I'll leave you to it now."

"Hey, Madam....." I wanted to call but she didn't allow me to say more before exiting the door, leaving me to face the distinguished lady alone.

I felt so nervous and tensed, so much that I fidgeted my fingers nervously, but then again, her voice suddenly rang, "You still do that when you're nervous?"

I looked up at her with surprise, "How did you know?" I wanted to believe my sight that this is a person I know from the past, but then, I couldn't believe it because the person I knew in the past who looks like this is not someone who can come to a place as dirty as this.

She chuckled darkly and took her seat beside me, "How are you faring, Dorothy? Did you eat well?"

Petrification rent my iris, and I stood up abruptly from her. That name again! "Who are you?"

She was still smiling so carefree, "What? Why did you look so startled? Don't tell me you don't remember me?"

"I say, who are you!!!?" I screamed again as I didn't want to believe that this was her. This can't be. This is not her, so I have to ask.

"Oh, I'm disappointed." Then she raised her sleeves and showed me that familiar tattoo that I also had under my armpit.

"No...." I staggered back, trying to control my sanity.

"Come to me. I won't bite," she offered again, but I stepped back again until my back touched the walls. "Dorothy?" She called again and tried closing the distance, but I pushed her back violently.

"No!!!"

Her eyes flared up with shock, "How could you...."

"Why are you here now? Why did you come to see me?" I bawled, pouring out my anger and emotion into a single yell. "Barrister Doris McAllen, why are you at this lowly place that only girls who dare to dream of lives?"

Doris McAllen, my blood sister, stood frozen as she heard my description of the parlor, "Dorothy.... You don't have to..."

"Was I lying?" I adjusted my dress, "I dare to dream about my future, but you pushed me here to live that dream, don't you?"

Doris's mouth was opened in surprise and astonishment, "Em... Dori you don't have to..."

"Marilyn Paltan!" I interrupt her potential plea, "I'm Marilyn Paltan, a Prostitute of the Daughters of Jezebel parlour. So, Barrister Doris, if you will excuse me, I have customers waiting." After saying that, I made to barge out, but her words stopped me again.

"Lord Lucian and Lord Lucifer!" She announced, and I stopped but didn't turn, "They're your mates, right?"

"The Madam must have called you?" I smirked, "So you think of coming here now that I've found my mates?"

"Not like that, Dori.... I mean Marilyn." Her tears have started to drop from her eyes as she fiddled with her bag, "This is the evidence of our betrothal. Dori, you can have Lucifer, but not Lucian, please."

I turned around now with full confidence and shock, "You're betrothed to Lord Lucian?"

"Your madam called yesterday and informed us about your status, so I thought I would..." She paused and bowed her head before grabbing my hand again, "Please, reject him. Reject Lucian and go with Lucifer, and I promise I'll take you out of here and help you fulfill your dreams."

Her words made me feel like vomiting because they annoyed me to the core. Now that the issue is about he man, she's ready to help me? After five years?

I smiled softly with sadness, "Barrister Doris, you're not in any position to order me what to do with my life." Saying that, I turned around to leave again, but she suddenly grabbed my hair from behind, "You don't want to listen while I'm being nice. Guess you have to learn the hard way."

I shirked in pain because I was still weak, but all of a sudden, the door was kicked open by some people I didn't see, but I guess it must be the Madam, and the next thing I heard before passing out again was...

"Doris!!!"