His Possession

Emma

Her body was sore. Her head was hurting the most. She awoke dizzy, but it went away after a few moments, and her eyesight was clear after a few blinks.

Emma was the only one in the room. When she turned to her side, she noticed a jug of water beside her. Next to it was an empty glass. She gently picked up the jar with her trembling fingers and poured water into the glass. She sipped it in a few gulps. She realized her throat had been dry, and the water helped to ease it. Emma was still dressed as a maid, in a modest knee-high pencil skirt, a white blouse, and black stockings. She yanked her stockings off her legs and dashed inside the bathroom. Her body was sweaty, so she decided to take a shower.

She emerged from the bathroom wearing a fresh pair of maid uniforms after spending 15 minutes inside. They were all handed two sets of clothing.

She combed her hair and immediately dried it with a towel. She didn’t put it in a bun since it was still moist, put on some fresh stockings and her shoes. She was about to go for the day when she remembered what had happened the day before. She didn’t want to consider it. She had vivid memories of what he had done to her.

Tears began to fall from her eyes. Emma immediately wiped them away and exited the room. She thought that if she didn’t see him for a few days, he would never do what he did to her again. But she was mistaken… he seemed to get even more desperate after a few days of him and her not seeing one other. She longed to put a stop to it all. She wanted to quit her work… but would he let her? He was obviously wealthy and powerful. What if he refused to let her go?

Or… what if he does not care at all that I leave? If I leave, maybe he will forget all about it. It might not even bother him.

However, she shrugged off the thoughts. Making her way towards the kitchen, she saw the maids in the living room with Ela. She frowned.

What are they doing there?

She went there and saw they were talking about something.

She was standing just right behind them. They did not notice her so she cleared her throat to gain their attention.

They turned back to see her.

“Oh, I see you have woken up. How are you feeling now?” Ela asked with her familiar emotionless tone.

“I’m fine, Ela. Thank you,” Emma replied quietly.

“Alright. Sounds good. So, I hope you can work now?” She asked, raising her eyebrow. Emma nodded.

“Good. Alexa will tell you about your tasks for today and if you are not feeling well. Let me know and I will dismiss you,” once again she nodded.

Ela departed the living room, leaving emm6 alone with Alexa and Isabella.

“Hey, are you sure you can work?” Isabella asked. Emma smiled and nodded. “Yes Bella, I’m sure. Please don’t worry,” Isabella did not look satisfied with her answer but didn’t say anything further. Alexa told Emma the tasks and in 10 minutes she began her chores, just like a normal day.

She was feeling better than she had been. The medications she was given after her meal had a positive effect on her body.

Miss Garcia had called her to know about her well-being since it was a long they’d talked to each other. She learned about her health and asked Ela if she could see Emma. Thankfully, Ela agreed to let her see Emma for a few hours. Emma was overjoyed to hear that. She was missing Caroline terribly.

She thought to inform Garcia that she was considering quitting her work. Emma wasn’t sure how she’d respond, but she was willing to take a chance.

Emma couldn’t work there while Alexander assaulted her at every opportunity. It enraged her that she couldn’t do anything to defend herself. He possessed a bizarre aura that made her feet tremble in terror. The thought of him touching her against her will frightened her.

He wouldn’t stop, she thought. He had the power to do whatever he pleased. He even used Caroline to threaten her.

Oh my god, what if he tries to hurt her after finding out that I want to quit? Her heart plummeted, and her emotions were restored with the same dread and pain. She wished she could weep. But she didn’t want to be frail. She would take a gamble, just as she had intended. She was not going to let him injure her only family. She had lived her entire life in dread and pain. Emma realized she needed to fight and flee. Alexander’s abuse of her was wrong. He was tormenting her. It wasn’t an infatuation or unspoken sentiment for Emma. Those were his psychotic behavior and his sick desire to control. She could not let him get what he wanted.

“Emma!” She tilted her head and noticed Ela, calling her. She ran off to her and asked what she wanted.

“Garcia is here. I sent her to your room and told her to wait for a while. You can go there but I need you to help Isabella in the garden. It should not take much.”

“Yes, that is not a problem to me,” she nodded her head feeling satisfied. “Good. Do not worry. Your godmother is staying till dinner,” she went away from there.

Emma was glad, thinking she could spend more time with Caroline.

Isabella needed her help on the plantation. She loved gardening and that was why she was so good at the garden. She could easily do it.

“Goodness Emma, I don’t know how you could even like it so much. I hate it,” Emma laughed softly.

“I love doing it, Isabella. These colorful flowers and green trees make me so happy. And when I see the bees sucking on the flowers for honey and the butterflies flying all around the garden, it makes me happy,” she stated.

“Wow, you’re such a nature lover,” Isabella chuckled and tried to follow Emma’s work.

“Ugh, this plantation is the worst part.”

“Not really. Here I will teach you..”

Emma showed Isabella how to do it correctly. Fortunately, she understood and completed the remaining tasks on her own.

Emma entered the house and dashed to her room. Garcia sat on the bed, carefully inspecting the entire room. She grinned when she saw Emma.

Emma rushed over to her and hugged her.

“I missed you so much,” she muttered.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I missed you too, baby. How are you? I heard you are sick,” she questioned. Emma tensed. She could not tell her how she got sick.

“I am fine now, Caroline. It was just a little fever.”

“I am still worried, honey. Anyways, I brought something for you,” she opened her bag and took out a box, and handed it to Emma.

She opened the box and there placed her favorite food, mozzarella sticks. She smiled brightly and hugged her. Although Caroline had so much money problems she never failed to make Emma happy, even a little.

“Thank you so much, Caroline. These are my favorites,” she picked up one stick and took a bite. It was crispy outside and the soft texture of cheese melted in her mouth. She almost moaned at the taste.

No wonder it is my favorite.

“I know honey that’s why I made you these,” she told Emma.

They talked for a long time. Emma wanted to wait till she inform her about leaving the job. They were having such good moments she did not want to ruin them.