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I was unable to express my disgust at all.
"Elle, look at yourself!" He muttered, yanking me into the bathroom by the neck with his hand so I had to face the mirror.
It was only then that I realised what a stunning white dress I was wearing.
My silky shoulder and my reddish-brown hair were visible due to the strapless style. The tastefully embroidered bodice fit my petite frame well. The flowing chiffon skirt fell gently over my slender legs, and the embellished diamonds gleamed in the dim room light.
This dress was everything that I adored.
How was I not able to? It was the only item I had left of my beloved mother, and it was a gift.
Mom made this priceless gown for my coming-of-age ceremony and my first date. I pleaded and begged my father to let me keep it when he tried to set it a few years back. I had to, even though I knew it would anger him. I survived, but not before receiving the worst thrashing of my life.
I miss you more than anything, mother.
I should have received respect, affection, and cherishing as the daughter of an Alpha. After being spoilt and treated like a princess, I would meet my partner in this outfit when I was older, and he would think I was the most gorgeous girl in the world.N Perhaps my partner would be an Alpha who would identify me as this Luna. Any father and others would be pleased to reveal that their little princess had become the queen she was always destined to be.
But I was at my lowest, worthless, and nobody even cared about me.
I could see the red markings around my neck in the reflection. Years of torture had left my flesh scarred and wounded. I was crying so much that my crystal blue eyes were a little crimson. I appeared to be myself, but I wasn't.
All I saw in the mirror was a miserable girl.
Why did I have to experience this? What actions of mine did I take to earn such treatment?I
I could finally put this beautiful garment on. However, it was not to meet my partner.
It was to welcome my new boss, a dangerous and merciless stranger.
"The most vicious Alpha will soon be beneath this pristine virgin body. Are you really thinking that after seeing you as a maid, he will not want to f*ck you and make you cry? I am not sure if I should let you go without giving it a try because I already desire it." I started to lose myself in Franco's words.
He moaned a little as he sniffed my hair. Once more, I felt like my tears would overflow from my face.
"You cannot," I muttered. "We should not bring that here; you will get into problems."
I had lost everything. I was unable to allow him to take my virtue as well. "I am not afraid of him, Elle," I said to myself.
He laughed viciously, yet his actions betrayed his anxiety.
He gave me a long look and then roughly pushed me away. "Go now, pack your sh*t quickly."
Not that I had a lot of stuff to pack. My few work uniforms from my jobs, a pair of leggings I received from an old acquaintance, and a few band t-shirts were all I had to wear. Not even enough to fit inside my small suitcase.
"I am prepared."
I could hardly hear what I was saying, but I knew Franco understood since he was watching me from the doorway.
I needed to get out of here. Franco was keeping a tight eye on me. had to flee.
But Franco just moved aside, letting me pass, and did not bother to say anything more.d
Looking up my bag, I started to head for the stairs, but not before he used the occasion to give me a backhand.N I stopped there and began to half run away from him."
"What is the reason behind your running? You wh*re, so excited to greet your new master? Reduce your speed."
Franco quickened his pace as well, coming after me.
He attempted to take my shoulder with his outstretched arm. I kept my distance, taking a quick peek with my peripheral vision.
"Please don't, Franco."
I felt my skin crawl as he gave me a death gaze.
He intended to strike me.
He cried, "You dare f*cking tell me what to do?!"
I winced, bracing myself for the punch that never came.
Franco balled his fists, but he managed to hold it back quite well.
I observed that our chat had caught the interest of those downstairs in the lobby, and I was interested as to what had caused him to halt.
My father was there, along with Estel and another man I could not quite make out in the dark entryway. His height really intimidated me, as did the vibe he gave off. Beside him were two more people shrouded in darkness. All I could see of them were their silhouettes; they remained still.
Estel' playful song played as I took in the scene: "Is not she gorgeous? Taron, she was taking her time to ensure she was flawless for your arrival.
What my stepmother had to say did not seem to matter to the Beta in front of me. When I first saw my kin, Wis's eyes did not leave mine.
"Accomplish what she advised."
Franco received an order from the gang commander.
He was not unpleasant or boisterous, but everyone in the room could hear him clearly and sensed that nobody dared to disagree with him!
"Why is she covered with bruises?" The deep tone of Lynn's voice made me tense.
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