Her Innocent Slave (R-18) (Erotic Island Series #3)

Her Innocent Slave 01

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This is a work of fiction, products of the Author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons or actual events is purely coincidental.
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It contains sensitive scene and only for mature readers. Expect grammatical errors, spelling and typos.

I write offensive plots. If you are easily offended or not ready for mature or offensive contents, my stories are not suitable for you.

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(HIS) Chapter 01

I bought ten new pairs of high-heeled shoes. A grin appeared on my lips when I saw him sweating hard while struggling to carry the boxes of heels.

"Hurry up!" Sigaw ko sa kanya. "Wala ka na bang mas ibibilis pa riyan?"

Sa halip na bilisan, tumigil siya at madilim ang mga mata na tiningnan ako. I am a spoiled rotten brat, while he is my buttler, my slave. And I know the exact reason why he's looking at me with those fiery eyes of his right now. Ang pagsama sa akin ay labag sa loob niya.

Mayroong utang ang mga magulang niya dahil natalo sa sugal sa casino na pag-aari ni daddy. His parents begged and cried. They knelt before my father to ask for forgiveness. Ngunit pagdating sa negosyo ay hindi maaari ang patawad lang. They spent half a billion. Do they really think they will be released and be exempted with such large debt?

I am seventeen years old. Even at this young age, I know that some of our assets were illegal. Wala naman nangangahas na magsuplong dahil sa laki ng mga pasugalan na pinapalakad ng aking ama.

I am motherless. Mom died when I was six. My memories of being with her are all vague 'cause I was still very young when she died. I love her but I don't feel sad, lonely, or depressed. Maybe because I don't have many memories with her, or rather I don't remember. So, I'm not like those other children who feel sorry for themselves and wonder why they don't have a mother.

"Isang linggong palugit na lang! Makakabayad ako! Gagawan ko ng paraan!"

Habang nagmamakaawa ang mga magulang niya at nakaluhod sa harapan ni daddy at ng mga tauhan namin ay iyon ding pagdating niya galing sa paaralan. Nagulat siya sa nakita at napatakbo papunta sa kanyang mga nakaluhod na magulang.

Masama agad ang ini-alay niyang tingin kay daddy nang mag-angat siya ng mukha. Samantalang ako na nasa gilid ni daddy ay namamangha na sa kakaibang kulay niyang mga mata.

I don't know why I'm so amazed. It's like everything stops and something deep inside me flutters happily. It's maybe because it's pretty rare to see the same color as his eyes. As he gets angry, it darkens. Not black, not blue, not green, but purple, it has the same shade as my favorite color.

"Woah," I unconsciously said.

The iris of his eyes is a mixture of amber and purple color. I don't know how his eyes got this color but there is no doubt that they are very striking. Lalong gumaganda iyon ngayong matalim ang tingin niya dahil nagagalit siya.

"Sino kayo? Ano ang kailangan ninyo?" Sigaw niya sa mga tauhan ni daddy.

"Pakiusap! Huwag ninyong idamay ang anak ko! Magbabayad ako! Gagawa ako ng paraan!" Paulit-ulit iyon na sigaw ng ama niya na nakaluhod pa rin at umiiyak.

Napanguso ako nang makita iyon. Bakit kasi siya nagpakalulong sa sugal? Kung hindi niya ginawa iyon ay hindi sana madadamay ang pamilya niya. Hindi sana siya umiiyak at humihingi ng awa. He can enjoy playing without going into debt. Bakit kailangan mangutang kung wala namang pambayad?