This is Part 3

30 years ago

[At the construction site for Moral Ez Luxury Resort]

"We have lived in this forest for thousands of years, you cannot just force us to move!" An elderly exclaimed as he sways his wooden stick around.

"Mister Serafina, we already bought this land, you cannot do anything else but to obey the law. You are all considered squatters on our land, please just leave peacefully!" A young man explained with a smile of satisfaction plastered across his face.

"Then we have squatters' right!" A young woman interfered.

A woman fooled into making her sign the transfer of the land title of her tribe, thinking the man she thought that loves her, would help them.

"Oh Silvia, so naive, I bought it from you, remember?" The young man smirked.

"You're a fucking demon, you said it would help us legalize our right to this land!" The young woman named Silvia tried to hit him but a group of men pushed her aside.

"Don't take it personally, this is just business!" The young man whispered as he kneeled in front of fallen Silvia.

"Fuck you, you would never be forgiven by the people of this land!" Silvia screamed.

"People of this land? There's no longer any people on this land!" He smiled as he glances at the local tribesmen being cuffed up by the authorities.

"I swear on my life, you will never find peace as long as this hatred stands. We took you in and treated you as one of us, helped you get back on your feet when you have nothing. Broke my Purity and my heart, for this, you will pay the price! Someday, when you least expect it, like the way you did it to me. The most precious thing in your life would also be taken away from you, and you can never do anything but watch it slowly vanish. I marked this day, you, Arthur Moralez, I curse thee to suffer for eternity, let this curse be passed unto your lineage for ever, as long as my people's anger lie, your bloodline shall cry!" Silvia's last words before falling unto the ground, lifeless.

"Silvia! Silvia!" The elder man cried out, his voice cracking with the weight of realization. He knew- he understood the tragedy unfolding before him, and yet, all he could do was call her name, desperation thick in the air.

His beloved granddaughter, the supposedly heir to his, now gone, leaving nothing but her hatred towards the man she thought she'll forever love!

"Wha- What did she do?" The young man named Arthur fall unto his knees upon sensing great burden being brought on his shoulder.

The sky darkens, the wind cries, and the ground shook.

"Silvia!" The grandfather continues to weep as a sudden black smoke covers his granddaughter's corpse.

"Black Magic!" Arthur exclaimed, realizing what was bestowed upon him.

There he realized the words his ex lover left was more than just words of hatred, but a curse. A curse that cost her her life.

"What a fucking dumb bitch! Another one of my descendant, foolishly falls in love then use me to taje care of their lover? Do you realized what you had just done?!" A young man with long dark hair, thick eyebrows with a piercing stare suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Who's that!" Arthur yelled, unable to run caused by the fear.

Fear from realizing what he had just done, and to whom he'd done it to, Silvia, she's not just a normal human- for all he knows, she may not be a human.

"Azudeno, forgive my granddaughter- please lift the curse, she did not mean it, she's still young to throw away her life!" The elder man pleaded for the man covered in dark aura.

"No! This is a Mortal's problem, you fix your own problem. You dug your own grave, now lie in it!" The man named Azudeno played with his hair as he stares into the lifeless corpse of Silvia.

"Wh- What are you?!" Even though scared, Arthur still managed to speak up.

"Nobody, I'm just an imagination, you're just imagining this, Chief, thank you for taking care of her, you treated her like she's your own, it's not your fault he loved this dude, I better head out, bye!" The man suddenly vanished, together with the corpse of Silvia.

***

Achan's P.O.V

"His heart seems to have gotten better, Boss, I don't think he tried to hurt the young master, we might have found the right Shaman to cure him!" I heard Manager's voice outside.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw his silhouette on the balcony, seems like he's on a call with somebody.

"I'll update you if something else happened, we're also ready if you ever want to meet him!" 

I slowly got up and watch him walk towards me.

"You feeling alright?" He smiled and touch my forehead.

"Why are you doing this?"

He stared at me for a moment and sighed.

"You're too precious- although you may not get it for now, our company really needs you. You are special Achan, and I am here to help you fulfill the role that you must do, for our family!" He leaned towards me and smiled.

That smile, this warmth, what am I to him?

"I- I get it, I- I'll try to understand..." I escaped his arms and ran to the bathroom.

What is happening to me, a guy kissed me twice, big deal- but why am I

"What?" Just as I was about to shut the door, he stopped it with his hand.

"Your clothes are on the top shelf, let's eat after you're done bathing!" He stood in front of the door and watch me look up to him with confusion drawn in my face.

"I'm-"

"I need to keep my eyes on you, we cannot let you do anymore dangerous acts!" He said plainly while staring at me with those eyes.

How am I supposed to take a bath?

"You don't have to be shy around me, I saw everything already!" He uttered with a smirk on his face.

I can feel my face burning, I had no other choice but to turn around and slowly strip off my clothes.

"Don't let your wound get wet, it's not fully healed yet." I heard him say before closing the door.

I sighed in relief after hearing the door closes.

"Finally!" I told to myself.

"This bubblegum scent is also good, try-"

"What the heck?!" I flinched after hearing him right next to me.

Did he not go out?

He just chuckled before opening the faucet, filling up the tub and throwing the bubblegum scented bath bomb.

"Can you not look at me?!" I shrieked after seeing him eyeing my lower naked body.

"Not bad-"

"Get out!" I splashed some water on him before jumping into the tub to hide my body on the foamy water.

"Don't be stubborn. Here, let me scrub your back- don't let the gauze get wet!" He scolded me.

"What about you, didn't your hand-" I was about to scold him back but then he showed me his right palm.

"Water proof and durable!" He said while flexing his wound plaster.

He started rubbing my back with a body scrub.

"Tha- Thanks, I got it from here." I said after grabbing the scrub from him when his hands started going down.

"Ricco." He murmured as he watch me scrub my toes.

"What?" I look at him.

"The name's Ricco Diaz, nice to meet you!" He lend his hand with a smile.

Ricco? I can't believe I just found out his name, after all those-

"Nice meeting you." I whispered as I took his hand, I tried not to look at his face.

If I do, I might lose it, my heart's not calming down!

"Let me help you with your hair." He offered, which I didn't responded.

In the end, he did shampooed my hair.

After getting bathed, he took me downstairs to eat.

"Everyone, this is Achan Allare, he'll be our second priority from now on!" Manager told everyone as we walk into the dining room.

"Welcome, sir Achan!" They all said in unison, all still wearing the same black suit and a white tie though we are inside.

"Let's eat?" He pulled a chair for me and lend his hand to help me sit.

"Where's Mr. Moralez?"

Everyone stopped in their tracks, even the servers hesitated on putting the foods on the table.

"He- The Boss is not feeling well, I'm afraid your will have to wait to meet him." He answered before pouring me a glass of juice.

"Not the Boss, the guy next door? I think you called him Young Master?"

"He doesn't wish to meet you- yet." His tone changed, as if I said something wrong.

"Okay... What am I gonna do next then?" I tried to change the topic before taking a bite on my food.

What kind of fish is this? I haven't seen this yet, it looks like it's from a fancy dining restaurant- do they have a private chef here?

"You'll just have to stay here and heal the Young Master, we'll send you the contract later for you to sig-" A familiar woman entered, holding a tablet on her hands.

She's the same woman that gave this new clothes last night.

"Heal?" I almost choke on my food.

What am I, a doctor? I barely passed my P.E and Health subject!

"Haven't you briefed him already?" She asked Manager.

"He's been using so much energy this past few days, not to mention the incident four days ago!" He whispers to her.

"Four days ago?"

"You heard that?" They both said in unison.

"We're in the same room, of course I could hear it!" I dropped the utensils out of irritation.

What the heck are they even talking about? I'm right here, if they don't want me to hear them, get a room!

She puckered her lips and stared at her tablet.

"I see that you're unaware of your own power, you stopped the Practice ten years ago and haven't tap on in until four days ago. Tell me, where did you hid all your father's Grimoires? We can help you get them?" She said while reading something on her tablet.

"No thanks, I burn them-" I haven't even finished my sentence when Manager suddenly spat out the food in his mouth.

"You burned them?!" They both screamed in disbelief.

Tsk, may God save their souls, they're far down the drain. I can't believe my father can still fool people even on his grave!

"What can I do? People wanted to buy them so much, I had to." I shrugged my shoulders before continuing to eat.

"I knew you're another one of them con artists, who paid you to fool my father like this again? Isn't it fun taking advantage of people who's desperate for a miracle?!" A familiar man suddenly took my arm and flung the spoon out of my hand.

"Young Master, calm down..." Manager tried to interfere but this guy just glared at him, rendering him from even stepping closer.

"You must be so good at your job, even Ricco's buying your shit!" He smirked while harshly tapping my back.

"What the fuck are you even talking about?" I stood up.

Me? Fooling somebody? Is he high? I was taken here by force!

"Oh? A feisty one, do you even know who you're trying to fool?!" He dug his finger on my cheek.

"Look, I don't even want to be he-" I was flabbergasted.

"Achan!" Manager yelled, he's worried? For me?

I was slapped, not by his hands, but with his wad of cash.

"Take this, and don't even dare to ask for more- if I ever see you again, you're dead!" He stared at me, judging.

"You thought I came here for money? I don't even want to come here in the first place! But thank you for your fucking insight, I needed it!" I tried to smile, trying to annoy him for the last time before storming out the house.

"Achan, Achan wait!" Manager and four of his men run after me.

"What do you want? Are you really gonna keep me here like a prisoner? With that arrogant piece of sh-" I stopped, I forgot he doesn't like me cursing.

"Please don't-" 

"I know Manager, I am not cursing!" I dropped on the grassy land, trying to conceal my anger.

"*Sigh* Why don't you come back inside first, we need to talk about this." He sat next to me.

"I know, there's nowhere to go anyway!" I whispered as I stare at the vast ocean a few hundred meters away from the house.

I already realized that we're in an island the moment I left the house.

"He can be a little uptight-" Manager

"Uptight? More like- never mind..." I stopped myself, he's his Boss' son after all.

"You'll learn to be patient with him, I need you to, Achan"

"Are you really making me fall?" I am a straightforward type of person, I need to know now.

"A- You can tell?!" He's shocked.

"Do you think I won't be able to tell? You kissed me two times already!" I lightly punched his arm.

A can feel his men giggling behind us, but I don't care, I never did.

"So, what do you say? Can you accept this job, for me?" He blinked at me repeatedly trying to act cute.

I don't get it but I guess I have no other choice!

"If I only need to take care of that dude, for you, then I'll try..." I nodded.

If he needs a caregiver, he could have just hired one, but judging from what I learned, it's my father's fault again!

Look at you Papa, still getting your children in trouble, even after your death, you still can't stop tormenting us!