CHAPTER

The anxiety inside of her eyes was very evident as I take her inside of my mansion. I held the door open for her, and slowly, she went inside. She managed to show the lack of sincerity of hers, yet I know she was just feeling ashamed of her state.

We know each other from childhood.

We broke apart.

Yet we met each other again in that state. I don't know what are her thoughts right now as she gazes upon my paintings hanging beside the grand staircase. It's my family portrait.

I was the only son of Tinerv family. My parents already died because of an accident when we went here to China.

Nevertheless, I still keep their legacy in Underworld. At first, I wasn't able to accept my fate knowing the dirty things my family was doing. But now, I do understand their work. It's not that bad to think. And I kind of like it until now.

You just need to eradicate those dirty douchebag businessmen around you. It's bad in the environment. However, I accepted the douchebag's offer, Mr. K, that old bastard, for Mexica.

She should feel grateful. But why am I feeling it's the complete opposite?

"Why am I here?" Mexica asked anger was evident in her tone.

"This is my house. I should be here. And that includes you," I said, pointing a finger to her before gesturing my hand to my bodyguard. Justin nodded and went to the room where Mexica will occupy.

"I never told you to get me here," she barked.

"I don't need your permission."

"And why is that?"

"Because I own you."

"Is this what you meant getting my freedom?"

"A simple thank you will do."

"Mandemus!" she shouted. The maids gathering around our house flinched because of what she did.

Fuck. She was the only person aside from my deceased mother who dared to shout right in front of my fucking face.

"Mexica," I warned her.

"Right? This is what you meant by gaining my freedom? To serve you as my new master? You're crazy," she asked, again. She shook her head in disappointment with me. "I thought you're different from them," she commented again.

"We'll talk about this later. You should rest."

"No. Get me out of here. I have my life."

"I know. Just rest and we'll talk. Okay?"

However, she was always been stubborn until now. "No, I want you to get me out of here. If you don't want me to, then I'll just drag myself out." She started to pace back on into the backyard but Justin, who has was towering over her, blocks her way.

"Move," she hissed to my bodyguard.

"Are you deaf? I said, move!"

Justin didn't answer her and stick to his posture, not even eyeing her. I sigh. "Stop it. You're just straining yourself," I said to her. Then, I tried to grab her elbows yet she just nudged it away. "Don't touch me. I didn't know you have a deaf bodyguard. Tell him to fucking stay out of my sight!"

Mentally, I groaned. Sometimes, her attitude makes me lose a string of patience. And it's starting now. "You want to keep me here as your sex slave, huh? I can't guarantee you that." After saying that, she started to click her heels on the marble floor and went to the nearest window before I could stop her. "Mexica! What are you doing?" I shouted and went to her when she started to climb up on the windowsill.

It's quite dangerous.

I gestured a hand to one of my female maids to get her. The mayordoma, my oldest maid,  went to her and started talking with Mexica in a soothing voice. They talk in a hushed voice and the mayordoma tried to calm her down. From what I've seen on her face, her expression softens and looked back at me. I didn't take off my eyes with her as she looks at me while listening to the old lady.

Even if I couldn't hear their talks, I could tell the mayordoma did a good job to calm her down. The two of them went in front of me.

Hands slipping in the pocket of my jeans, I asked. "Are you feeling better now?"

She didn't answer and look away. The mayordoma saved her ass. "Mandemus, you should give her some time to find herself. She was been locked up inside a ginsaeng house for years. It causes her a lot of trauma. Learn to be considerate sometimes." The old lady said to me in a most soothing voice and convincing way. Right, I forgot that. But I stick to my decisions.

"I know what I'm doing. It's for her own sake if she'll stay here. You don't have to worry." I said to her with all due respect. She was my Yaya back when I was still a child when we moved to China. She knows me, a lot. She is loyal to my deceased parents, and I give her points for that. I know she cared, she always will, to the people around me. But for this reason, she didn't know our history with Mexica so she couldn't understand how desperate I am to keep her at my side.