Chapter Two - Failed Proposal
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With no alternative, I resorted to biting my assailant and fled swiftly. Pursued by his associates, I sprinted desperately until finding a secluded hiding spot. Just as relief washed over me, Kélian Rothschild, rumored scion of Les Rothschild Noir, pinned me against the wall. Well, as much as he explicitly declines his connection with the Les Rothschild Noir, his surname suggests it. This surname is one of a kind, you'll not find anywhere.
“Leave.” His austere vibe emanated as he stated this one word.
“Please, I beg you! Let me hide here!” I stoop my head lower, begging for him to eventually agree.
He finally relinquished his grip, he retreated to the wall, where he leaned against it, surrendering to a slumber.
As I finally felt secure, I flew from the scene, returned to the class. Mr. Salvatore almost reprimanded me as I was half an hour late. He is meticulous in this kind of thing so I am still thankful he still accepted me. After class, I squeezed onto a crowded bus, fighting exhaustion while staying vigilant for potential thieves.
Upon arriving at the Montmartre Apartment, I was warmly greeted with a hug by Uno, whom I affectionately regard as my younger brother. Clinton, or Uno as I fondly call him, is a kind and considerate individual who diligently assists Madame with household chores. He even graciously covers for me when I return home late.
“Grande sœur!” (Big sister!) I flashed him a subtle smile as I hugged him back.
“Madame est furieuse.” (Madam is very angry.) Upon hearing this, I promptly entered the small apartment, where I found Madam Gisoille tearing my worn-out clothe into pieces.
“Madame, je vous supplie, ne faites pas cela!” (Madame, please don't do this! I beg you.) I knelt down, pleading with her, but she refused to relent. Those worn clothes held immense sentimental value, being the only possessions my sister left me after we parted ways.
“Now, you shall learn your lesson.” Madame muttered, her words punctuated by my falling tears. I tried to salvage my clothes, but it was pointless. Niña, one of my fellow orphans, stepped in, calming me with a gentle offer. "Let me sew them for you."
Niña skillfully sewed the clothes, significantly improving their condition. However, despite her best efforts, they weren't fully restored. Recognizing the futility, I asked Niña to stop. Her expressions betrayed a deep sense of guilt for not being able to fully repair them. I reassured her, but the guilt lingered.
“Aurélie, my dear! There's a visitor looking for you!” Madame's demeanor shifted dramatically, her voice now dripping with sweetness.
"Someone important has arrived," she hinted, entering my room. "Wear something presentable. We wouldn't want them thinking I mistreat you."
Madame presented me with finer attire, and I encountered the unexpected visitor, Henri and his member, responsible for ripping the suspension notices I gave.
"What on earth are you doing here!?" I asked, incredulous.
Henri smirked, prompting Madame to intervene sternly, "Aurélie, treat our guest with utmost respect."
"Respect me, as the Madame said." Henri echoed, his tone laced with entitlement.
After Madame excused herself, leaving us alone, Henri revealed his true intentions: "I've come to propose a deal."
"I’m not dumb enough to succumb to your manipulations." I firmly rebutted, my disdain evident.
Henri, accompanied by his friend, inquired, "What do youwant? Money? Luxury? Or something more personal? Perhaps, you want the hottest guy’s body!" His friend chuckled as he made a smug smile.
Overwhelmed, I replied stoically, "If your intention is to torment me, please postpone it. I'm still reeling from the earlier incident."
Henri smirked. "I'm offering a beneficial proposal, not torment."
My composure shattered. "Please, not now! Not f*****g now!" I screamed, my voice hoarse, tears streaming down.
Henri's smug expression faltered. "Hey! What's wrong? I haven't wronged you. This is not because of me, right?”
I turned away, dismissing Henri. His friend then intervened. “Talk about wrong timing, bro.”
Henri snapped. “f**k off!” He screamed as I distanced myself.
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