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"Hide my sister? What do you mean?" Lily asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"You! I will make you pay," the man swore and the line went dead.
"Hello...hello.." Beads of sweat appeared on her face.
The caller was the young man she had specifically hired to 'take care' of Amy the previous day.
The deal was quite a simple one. She had taken an already spiked drink from the waiter and handed to her sister. The young man was to talk to her and once the drug effects showed, another set of people will take her to an already arranged room where the man was waiting.
If she didn't sleep with the man, then who was it?
Amy stared at her as she trembled. Lily tried to calm down as she dialed the number of the man she hired to send Amy to the arranged room. The hotel was for the high class. She hoped Amy hadn't spent the night with someone on top.
As soon as the call connected, the man asked for his balance.
"What balance? What was the room number?"
"Room 223"
"What! I told you to take her to room 232! How could you make such a mistake?"
"I did as I was instructed. I don't want stories about the balance. You know the consequences."
Lily put down the phone and met Amy's murderous gaze.
"I have become an article for sale, right? How bloody dare you!" she cursed.
She stormed towards her in anger. Lily screamed and her mother, who was in the adjoining room ran out.
"Hurry. Stop that useless and dirty child. Amy! What do you think you are doing? Do you want to hit my child?"
As she instructed, a servant ran and stopped Amy.
Lily thought fast. What was she going to do? Room 223 was Mike's room. After the engagement party, Mike and his friends had taken too much wine and he was left drunk. She had wanted to stay with him but her mother advised against it, saying that it will only make people talk.
Her men had made a mistake and Amy was sent to his room instead. Most likely, Mike who was drunk thought it was Lily and had s*x with her!
"Mummy!! This slut went to Mike's room last night and made out with him!" Lily said.
Tears ran down her face as if she knew nothing about it.
Amy was stunned. So, it was Mike last night? Damn!!
"I didn't…"
She had barely uttered a word when Jane gave her a thunderous slap. She could have hit the floor if the servant wasn't holding her.
"Oh my lovely daughter. Stop crying. This girl is a cheap slut looking for recognition. I will deal with her personally. Don't cry. You will only ruin your face."
"Mum! What if the press finds out? What will people say? I love Mike mum."
"It won't go out to the press. Quick. Throw that fool out of this house. I will make sure Justin hears of this when he returns. You are as evil as your mother. Always plotting and scheming. Out! Get out so that you don't spread your bad luck here."
Amy was roughly pushed out of the door and the door was shut on her face. She couldn't even cry. Her heart was too heavy that the tears failed to flow.
All those hurtful words were said to her when she was the victim here. The glass of wine Lily handed her. Was it drugged?
She was clearly the victim here but another person was being comforted inside the house.
Being thrown out was a regular occurrence. She only hoped she will not have to spend more than 24 hours outside.
There was even a time she was sent outside during winter! She spent a week outside the house. She only ate the leftovers which the cook was kind enough to give her.
She was working but her meagre salary wasn't enough to take care of her daily necessities, so she had no choice but to remain in that house.
She had the right qualifications for a job but she didn't have a good name. She was denied employment in many organizations because they feared her bad reputation would scare their prospective customers.
Her father had the connections to get her a better job but he didn't do so. To him, she was not longer his daughter and was long forgotten.
A very handsome man sat in his exquisite office. A cup of coffee was placed on the table and his slender fingers were tapping away on his laptop. He had a very perfect profile. His cold and deep eyes, high and straight nose and thin lips all accentuated his appearance.
He had obsidian like eyes, that were always cold and indifferent, bottomless, mysterious and captivating.
There was a knock on the door and one of his men, Williams came inside. He bowed respectfully before Master Luther.
Luther stopped what he was doing and waited for Williams to speak.
"Master Dickson, the young lady we dropped off this morning was just thrown out of her house."
The moment Williams spoke, Luther's face darkened. The air froze instantly. William's felt his breathing become difficult and he almost froze under Luther's icy eyes.
"Did I ask you to report anything to me?"
"So...sorry sir. Punish me master. I was too forward. It won't happen again."
"Get out."
The man bowed and ran off.
Williams was puzzled. He had been working for Luther for many years and he knew him to an extent.
Luther wasn't someone to offer unsolicited help. When he saw Luther rescue a girl that morning, he thought his master had interest in her. It was just a guess because he couldn't read meaning into his master's expressionless face.
Luther stared at the door as the man left. He took up his cup of coffee and sipped in silence with an inscrutable expression on his face.
Meanwhile, Amy's case was causing a stir on the internet. Nothing positive was said about her. Even her story in the university was dug out. She was regarded as a slut before them all.
Lily was secretly enjoying the negative comments. Then, another blog released a new story.
'Amy White spent the night in Room 223! Guess which high class man owns the room!'
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