The Alpha's Possession

Arrogant Boss, Innocent Slave!

****Layla's POV****

It was late evening. The weather was pretty bad. I could tell even the heavens was unhappy with the kind of life I was going to live after this day.

I waited for my father with my bag close to me. Was he going to be late because of the rain? He must also not be late to take me to Carlos' mansion.

Dave just left the house. He didn't want to watch me leave. He won't let me. My little sister just sat close to me, asking me tons of questions while my mother was busy making me my last supper.

"Are you going to come back soon Layla?" She asked. I smiled at her, trying my best not to show my tears. I nodded my head.

"Yes, yes, I will" I said to her. She leaned her head on my arm.

"I'll miss you Layla. When you are coming back, buy me a box of chocolate and plenty candies" she said. I laughed. Only if that was possible. I won't get to see them until my brother gives birth and gives his daughter to Carlos' son. That's when I'll get to see my family again.

"I will" I said. I turned my gaze away from her as I couldn't hide the tears I was holding. My mom watched me from the kitchen. She walked closer to me and wiped the tears off my cheek.

"Layla, do not cry" she said.

"Why mom? Why couldn't our forefathers just pay the bills? How much is it? I'll work for it and pay it! I don't want to be Carlos' slave" I cried.

"Listen to me Layla, I heard rumors years back from my grandmother that the Morgans never owe the Luciano any debt. There must be a secret behind everything"

"Are you telling me to find out what the secret is?" I asked mom. She couldn't look me straight in the eye.

"No, don't find out what that secret is. If you do, you'll get killed by your master" she said. Now, my heart skipped a bit. I rather get eaten by a lion than getting killed by Carlos.

I nodded my head. I started eating the meal that mom had specially prepared for me. That was when the door threw wide open. It was dad. He was looking so furious and wet. The rain had drenched him.

"Let's go! Come on!" He yelled at me. I wasn't even done eating my meal.

"Hold on dad, let me just fini-"

"I said, let's go! It's almost midnight. If you're late, we'll get punished!" he yelled. My little sister wrapped her hand around me.

"Punished?" She asked.

"Father is just kidding. I'll leave now sweetheart. When I see you, I'll bring your box of chocolate and plenty candies" I promise her, leaving my food. She hugged me tight.

I smiled at my mom and hugged her too but I felt a strong hand pulling me. It was dad. He didn't even give me enough time to carry my bag. He just pulled me out of the house. Mom ran after me and threw my bag at me.

Luckily, I caught it. We got under the rain and started walking. We were going to Carlos' mansion, the devil's mansion. As I walked with my father, shivering, I started thinking of the way I treated him yesterday.

I was a bit rude. He would probably punish me for that. I've seen in movies and stories. I already knew that Carlos was going to deal with me.

He got to the mansion and the rain got even heavier. The lightening became stronger and louder. My heart beat could even be heard under the heavy rain. I was standing in front of the mansion again.

Dad pulled my hand and started walking into the compound. It was as if he was waiting for my arrival. He stood outside with an umbrella over his head.

"Welcome, Morgan" he greeted my father with no respect and my father bowed. I frowned.

"Greetings Mr Luciano. I have brought my daughter to you" he said.

"Well received. You may leave" he said.

Wait! That was it! Just leave! No hugs, no goodbye. Nothing!

"Dad!" I called him. He just stared at me and shook his head. He was disappointed at himself. He couldn't do anything to save his daughter. That was me.

"Dad!" I called out again. He just turned and walked away. I fell on the floor, letting the rain beat me well. It was difficult to see my tears as I cried. I couldn't help but whimper as it gradually turned into a loud cry.

Carlos just stood there, watching me like I'm a cartoon. There was no expression on his face. No smile, no frown just the normal look on his stupidly cute face.

"When you're done crying, you come in" he said to me and left.

This mean soul was going to be my master. How can I even live with this one? I wasn't planning on standing up from there. I just sat down and continued crying.

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The next morning, the rays of the sun splashed into the room through the window. I sat up and rubbed my eyes with the back of my palm.

I rubbed my neck and chewed an invincible something in my mouth.

That was when I realized I slept outside last night. I was here, in this beautiful room, wearing a nice nightie.

Hold on! Who must have change my dress? Tell me it wasn't Carlos!

I silently gasped and rushed down the bed. Quickly, I had my bath. The bathroom was so beautiful. Much different from the one I had at home. I wore a pink robe and strolled out of the bathroom. My whole clothes must have been wet from yesterday's rain.

My eyes met with the wardrobe. Slowly, I walked towards the wardrobe and opened it. My eye shot wide open. There were dresses here already. They must have cost fortune. Only if I can give my parents these to sell, they would see a lot of money.

I slipped into a light top and black joggers.

I air dried my hair and made a one french braid at the back.

My reflection in the mirror showed me that my days here are numbered. With courage, I head out of the room and strolled along the hall. It was so beautiful. I loved it already. The house, not Carlos Luciano. He was every girl's dream man, all except me. I can't possibly dream of him, can I? He's hot, I admit but no! I can't fall for him. I'm not fool!

I strolled down the stairs and saw Carlos talking to Pablo. Some men carried a brown box into the house. It was an average box.

"Here's your goods master" Pablo said.

"Thank you Pablo. Did you see any strange men at the dork?" Carlos asked.

"No, I didn't" Pablo said and bowed.

"He must have been scared of my boys. Ha!" Carlos gave the fastest laugh.

They stopped talking when they heard someone clearing her throat behind. They turned and saw that it was me.

Pablo stared at me from head to toe.

"Layla?" He called out.

"Hi!" I replied, staring at Carlos.

"You may leave Pablo" Carlos said and walked away. He carried the box himself and started heading upstairs. I just left me downstairs. I quickly ran after him.

"Hey! What am I going to do here?" I asked.

"Is that the best way to say thank you after saving your ass last night? You would have died under the rain" he said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he sounding like he cared. He stopped and turned to face me.

"You changed my clothes?" I asked.

"Yeah, who else would have done it?" He asked, frowning. I gasped and closed my body with her hands. He rolled his eyes and walked away.

I still followed behind. He wanted the apology.

We got to his door and he slammed the door in my face. That's the rudest thing someone have ever done. He's busy living his best life. He doesn't need me. Why does he have to accept me?

"Carlos! Tell me, why do I have to me here?!" I asked, knocking softly at the door.

"Cook, clean, do my laundry and everything in the house" he said. I smirked. That was easy.

"But, you must remember these three rules" he stared. I pinned my head on the door, hoping to hear him but I didn't. The door opened again and I had Carlos standing right in front of me.

"One: Don't show your ugly face in front of me again. Two: Stay away from my room and the last one. Three: Don't be late for my meal. Do you understand?" he said. My world was spinning. What sort of man have I gotten?

"Yes, I do" I said with a cracked voice.

"Great! Now, get out of my f*****g face and go fix me some breakfast!" He said and slammed the door. It was just as I expected. The bully master and the innocent slave. He was so arrogant. I found my way to the kitchen and started preparing to cook. How the heck am I supposed to not show my face when I'm serving his meal.

This is going to be harder than I thought.