Arcane Revenge

Alisa Santiago Rylan

The air was thick with tension as Alisa Santiago Rylan, Don Rylan's wife, stood tall, her voice raised in anger. "You owe me, Victor," she spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "I've saved you from ruin more times than I can count. You're nothing without me."

Alisa is a young beautiful and vibrant lady, she is a tall light skinned lady with blond hair, a model and is known to be Don Rylan’s mistress. She’s been with Don for 10 years now as his wife. She was one who is not to be messed with, she had this aura that filled the air whenever she enters a place and commands respect from all, a reason why Son has had her for years now. She is seen as Don Rylan’s trophy wife and as such hater by most people including his daughter, Jemima.

Don Rylan's face darkened, his jaw clenched in frustration. "You think you're the only one who's contributed to this family?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I've built this empire from the scratch. You're just a pretty face, Alisa. Don't forget your place." He spat out, hurt by the words of Alisa.

Alisa's laughter was cold and mocking, her voice dripping with venom. She claps her hands while she looked him to the eyes. "Nice, A pretty face? You think that's all I am? I've built a career, Victor. I've made connections, secured deals. Without me, you'd be nothing but a footnote in history." She said this time not letting her gaze shift from him, anger filled in her eyes.

“I own you… “ he said also keeping eye contact with her. Coming closing to her he said in more like a whisper.. “one wrong move and you’re down”

…”ohhh my! I’m scared, someone come save me” she said mockingly as she laughed, ..”what do you think, that this is some sought of Hollywood movie Victor, you must be a fool to think I’m scared of you”.

The argument continued, the tension between them grew. Alisa's words cut deep, and Don Rylan's face reddened with rage. "You think you're indispensable?" he snarled. "I've made this family what it is today. You're just a trophy wife, a decoration on my arm, So know your place .”

Alisa's eyes blazed with fury, her voice rising to a crescendo. "How dare you!" she shrieked. "I'll have you know, I've brought in more money than you'll ever make in your lifetime. You're just a puppet, Victor, and I'm the one pulling the strings."

The argument continued, hot and fierce Finally, Alisa stormed out of the room, leaving Don Rylan looking frazzled. A few moments later, she returned, her expression composed, but her eyes still filled with anger. "I'll be traveling for a modeling shoot soon," she announced, her voice icy. "The press will be coming over for an interview. We need to put on an act, Victor. We can't afford to have our differences exposed."

Don Rylan nodded curtly, his face still tense with anger. "Agreed. He said not wanting to look at her face.

Just then, Jemima burst into the room, her face petulant. "Daddy, I need a new servant," she demanded, her voice whiny. "The ones I have now are completely useless. I need someone who can cater to my needs properly."

Alisa raised an eyebrow, her expression disapproving. "Oh, poor Jemima. You're so spoiled. You need to learn to appreciate what you have."

Jemima's eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising. "You're one to talk, Alisa. You're just a piece of item my dad uses to boost his image. You're the one who's spoiled Miss trophy wife.”

Alisa's face darkened, her voice cold. "How dare you, Jemima. I'm your mother, and you will respect me."

..”step-mother woman!” Jemima said, cutting her shot, “know your place and choose your words.” She added with anger. “And who invited you to this talk? She asked, looking at her disgustingly.

… “watch your mouth young lady, I’m not your mate that you’d talk to anyhow,” Alisa said, her eyes

The argument between Jemima and Alisa continued, with Don Rylan intervening occasionally. "Enough," he barked, his voice firm. "We'll assign Marcus to Jemima. He's new, and he'll do."

Jemima pouted, her face sullen. "I don't want him," she said, her voice sad and down. "I want someone better and one who’s more experienced in the house, not some new guy who don’t know his way round here.”

But Don Rylan was firm. "There's no one else available, Jemima. We need to present a united front to the press. Marcus will have to do. Now the both you should leave.” He said, his face already hot red with anger.

Jemima huffed, but eventually agreed. As they finalized the arrangements, Marcus was summoned to the mansion. He was introduced to Jemima, who looked him up and down disdainfully. "So, you're my new servant," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I hope you're up to the task."

Marcus nodded, his expression neutral. "I'll do my best, Miss Jemima." He was somewhat happy to work with her as that means her being close to him. He knew it was a good start too.

As Jemima turned to leave, Marcus caught a glimpse of the earring he had found earlier, now back in her ear. He felt a flutter in his chest, but quickly suppressed it. He had a job to do, and he couldn't let his personal feelings get in the way.

"Let's get one thing straight, Marcus," Jemima said, turning back to him. "I expect nothing but perfection from you. If you fail me, you're out. I’m I clear” she said in a bossy tune, turning and starring at his face.

Marcus nodded, his expression unwavering. "I understand, Miss Jemima."

Jemima nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good. I'll expect you to be at my beck and call at all times."

Marcus nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "I'll be there, Miss Jemima." He said as they walked out.