Chapter 4:- "Mom!"
"Mom!"
"Mom!"
Aimee rubbed her face on the female slave's legs, not caring that her entire body was covered in dust, sweat, and mud. In fact, the female slave was covered in so much dirt and mud, that William and others couldn't even take a good look at her face.
But Aimee did not care about the smell and the mud. She just hugged the female slave and repeatedly called the female slave mother.
This confused Sebastian, and the guards, and shocked William.
"Mom!"
"Mom!"
Isabella looked at Aimee in confusion. She couldn't understand why this girl was calling her mother.
'Who is this half-human child? I can sense a familiar Royal demonic Aura coming from her. It's the same Aura that my big sister used to have.' Recalling her big sister, Isabella became sad. It had been years since she last saw her big sister who mysteriously disappeared one day and never returned home.
The next second Isabella widened her eyes in shock as she looked down and observed the little girl. Isabella realized that this little girl had the same hair color as her big sister. 'This cannot be a coincidence right?' For a moment Isabella refused to acknowledge the whole situation. She refused to accept the reality in front of her.
The pain in her heart was making her suffocate. The next second, Isabella kneeled in front of Aimee and carefully looked at her face. The more Isabella looked the more she realized that this little girl looked just like her big sister.
'This girl has the same eye color as our family members.' Just like Isabella, Aimee also had red eyes. Though Aimee's eyes weren't red as Isabella's eyes. Isabella, at this moment, knew that this little girl was related to her. This girl was her big sister's daughter. As for how her big sister ended up marrying a human, that's something Isabella would have to find out herself.
Realizing that this little girl might be her only remaining family member in this whole world, Isabella's eyes became wet with tears. The next moment, she couldn't stop herself from hugging Aimee and releasing all the emotions in her heart.
Seeing Isabella hugging Aimee in tears, William felt complicated. He expected his daughter to hate this and push Isabella away but it looked like Little Aimee was enjoying being hugged by this female.
Sebastian observed the female slave and his customer's daughter and concluded. 'Maybe, this little girl's mother looked exactly like this slave.' That's what Sebastian thought.
Realizing this, Sebastian smiled as he saw a big opportunity here. 'This means, that the customer will surely buy her.' Knowing that Sebastian could sell her, he was very happy.
Sebastian walked behind William and then asked in a low tone. "Dear Customer, do you wish to buy her? I will give you a big discount if you agree to buy her."
William did not reply. He instead walked up to Isabella.
Feeling a shadow over her, Isabella stopped crying and looked at William. Isabella's red eyes met William's cold eyes. William was displeased about the fact that his daughter was hugging a dirty slave. It was not that William was looking down on her status, he was displeased about the fact that his daughter getting dirty by hugging her.
"Who are you?" Isabella tightened her hug and cautiously looked at William. She looked like a mother protecting her child from a stranger. Aimee also hugged Isabella back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed herself. Knowing that Aimee is her big sister's daughter, Isabella was determined to protect Aimee even if it meant sacrificing her own life.
Seeing this William felt anger building up in his heart. William is a calm and collected man but when it came to his daughter, he is overprotective and can easily lose his temper.
"Let her go!"
"Pardon?" Isabella asked in a cold tone. Right now the atmosphere around them was very tense.
"I said let her go. Aimee is my daughter." William sounded very displeased right now. But Isabella didn't care about his displeased tone.
Hearing William's words, Isabella widened her eyes in surprise. 'This means, that this hateful human is my big sister's husband. I have to know where my big sister is.' Isabella saw some hope of reuniting with her big sister through William.
Isabella hated humans. She wished to kill every human except for Aimee. She even hated William. Isabella couldn't understand why her big sister who is a royal demon would marry a human and have a child with a human.
Isabella did not discriminate against Aimee. How could she bring herself to hate her own blood? But Isabella hated William. Knowing that her big sister has slept with William, her hatred towards William only grew.
Isabella also realized the current situation that she was in. Aimee for some reason sees Isabella as her mother. William, who was Aimee's father, hated the fact that his daughter was hugging a lowly slave. "I refuse."
Isabella and her big sister did somewhat look similar. William is yet to realize this fact.
'I can use this situation to leave this place and be with my last remaining family member.' Isabella had lost all hope in her family. There was nothing but hatred in her heart. But seeing Aimee, Isabella saw a new kind of hope. Aimee had given her life a new ray of hope.
Hearing Isabella's response, William nearly coughed out blood in anger. How dare this lowly slave use his daughter's feelings against him?
William grabbed his daughter's hand and pulled her. "Aimee, this woman is not your mother. Let's go." William had changed his mind. He discarded the thought of getting a maid for Aimee.
William felt that his daughter would be corrupted if she is left with this slave.
Hearing William's words, Isabella showed a displeased look. 'How dare this human take Aimee away from me?' Isabella was ready to fight William for Aimee.
"Nooooo!!!!!"
"Mom." Aimee tightly hugged Isabella back in response and expressed her will to not separate from Isabella.
Seeing this William couldn't bring himself to force his will on his daughter. William loved his daughter more than anything in this world. He hated whenever his daughter cried. And seeing her cry, William's will had weakened.
William looked at Sebastian who smiled back at him.
"Aimee!!!" William called Aimee in a stern tone hoping that this would be enough.
Aimee looked at William while still hugging Isabella. "Mom"
After saying that she buried her face in Isabella's chest.
Sigh!
William completely gave up. He can see that his daughter looked very happy. She looked like she had found her mother back. William couldn't bring himself to separate Aimee from his woman.
Isabella smiled seeing William's frustrated face. Noticing her smile, William angrily glared at Isabella before turning to look at Sebastian.
"How much?"
Sebastian rubbed both of his hands together with a smile and replied. "This slave can clean, cook, and can even fight. Though her level has dropped, she is still powerful. Normally I would charge you 599 gold coins but now you can just give me 399."
William still felt that he was paying a lot. But he did not complain. Seeing his daughter's happy face, William took out the money and paid for Isabella on the spot.
Meanwhile, Isabella was observing William and Sebastian. Seeing William giving Sebastian gold coins, she knew that she now had become William's slave. 'This is great. Now no one will stop me from staying with Aimee.' Knowing this Isabella was very happy.
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Scene change____
Since William had paid for Isabella, Sebastian now was officially transferring the ownership of Isabella to William. For that, he, William, Aimee, and Isabella, had returned to Sebastian's office where Joseph who was the old carriage driver was waiting for them.
"So she is the one." Joseph looked at Isabella's appearance before looking at Sebastian who was going prepare to transfer the ownership of Isabella to William.
Isabella bore the burden of an iron collar tightly clasped around her delicate neck. This oppressive ornament served as an undeniable testament to her wretched fate as a slave, an emblem that unequivocally declared her as someone's possession. In this cruel and heartless world, slaves were subjected to abhorrent treatment, stripped of their basic dignity, and relegated to a status lower than even animals. Though it was a sad truth that not all individuals were tainted by such malevolence, a distressing majority of slave owners perpetuated this grim reality. They callously exploited their hapless human possessions, ceaselessly toiling them to exhaustion and beyond, pushing them to the very precipice of death, if not over it.
"Dear Customer, I would need you to put a drop of your blood on this seal." The Seal that Sebastian bought out was a fist-size golden coin. An image of a lion was drawn on the golden coin. As soon as William's blood touched the seal, the collar on Isabella glowed brightly for a second.
"Congratulations, you have become Isabella's master. The collar will prevent your slave from disobeying your orders. You can order her to do anything you wish. If she refuses or struggles, the collar will slowly start to choke her to death." Basically, the collar was meant to keep Slaves under control. William nodded in understanding.
"I want her completely cleaned and in neat clothes. Can you do that?" Since Aimee was going to be with Isabella, William wanted to make sure that Isabella kept herself clean and wore clean clothes. Otherwise, his daughter might become sick.
"Of course. Isabella, you should go to the second floor and use the washroom. I will have someone put in a new set of cloth for you in front of the washroom." Isabella was more than happy to hear this. No woman wants to stay dirty. It has been weeks since Isabella last took a proper shower. She had her own reasons for not cleaning herself.
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Scene change_____
Around an hour later,
Seated across from Isabella, William observed his sleeping daughter, her innocent face serene in slumber, cradled gently in Isabella's lap. Aimee, their beacon of hope and source of unwavering love, elicited a soft, affectionate smile from Isabella as she tenderly caressed the child's tousled hair. In her eyes, a profound depth of adoration and warmth shone brightly, an oasis of tenderness amidst the harsh reality that surrounded them.
After Isabella had cleansed herself in a much-needed bath, William decided it was time for an important conversation. He summoned Joseph to accompany them to the nearest café, a sanctuary where they could converse undisturbed. Fortunately, the hour was such that the establishment stood vacant, devoid of any other patrons. Joseph, understanding the significance of their privacy, respectfully remained outside, providing them with the space they required.
As they entered the café, the simplicity of its design welcomed them, offering comfort in its unpretentiousness. The atmosphere exuded a tranquil warmth, a respite from the world's burdens. Every piece of furniture, crafted from the loving embrace of wood, emanated an air of rustic charm. An elderly man, the sole proprietor of the café, with his white hair and neatly trimmed beard, manned the place with a sense of dedication that defied his age. The café's menu, though limited, offered a modest selection of beverages and egg sandwiches.
Seated by the window, with a view of the bustling street beyond, William glanced briefly at the concise menu before turning his attention to Isabella. "What would you like to order?" he asked, his tone respectful and considerate.
Aware of the conventional norms that dictated a master's superiority, Isabella was well acquainted with the expectation that she should stand instead of occupying a seat. Yet, she recognized the kindness in William's gesture, a stark departure from the cruelty she had witnessed in others. Since he had purchased her, he had consistently treated her with respect and compassion.
"I don't desire anything, thank you for your consideration," Isabella replied softly, her gratitude evident in her response. William nodded in understanding before summoning the attention of the elderly proprietor by gently shaking the small golden bell resting on the side of the square-shaped wooden table. The tinkling sound reached the old man's ears, prompting him to approach their table with a kind smile.
"What would you like to order, dear customer?" the old man inquired, his voice filled with a warm sincerity that mirrored his gentle demeanor. Despite his age, his strength radiated, leaving William with the impression that there was more to this old man than met the eye.
"I would like to have two egg sandwiches and a cup of tea, generously sweetened with extra sugar," William requested, his words betraying an air of casual indifference. Isabella, though appreciative of his thoughtfulness, couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance and mild indignation at being ordered for, despite her earlier declaration of not being hungry.
"Very well, please wait a few minutes for your order. It shall be ready soon," the old man responded, without even sparing a glance at Isabella. Jotting down their requests on a slip of white paper, he left them in solitude, attending to their needs with a quiet efficiency.
Curiosity and a touch of frustration tugged at Isabella's heart, compelling her to question William's choice. "Why did you order for me?" she ventured, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and suppressed irritation.
William met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that transcended words. "I didn't order specifically for you," he explained, his tone tinged with a detached calmness, leaving room for further elaboration
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