Without even getting ready, Hans went out hurriedly, not in a rush to reach his office, but wanting to find the demon, Achiera. Instinct to immediately see the girl emerged from nowhere.
From the window a pair of eyes angrily watched Hans who left hastily.
"Damn, what does that bitch has, so as to replace my position!!" Hazel said angrily.
Hans started the car and drove slowly while looking around.
"I'm sure you're not far away," he muttered over and over as if chanting a spell in search of Achiera's whereabouts.
After he drove for a few kilometres, he saw a figure that he was well familiar with, of course it was Achiera. However, the girl was not alone, there was a man leaning on a luxury car branded Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita standing right in front of Achiera.
Hans's blood boiled when he saw that, especially when the man gently touched Achiera's hair without any resistance from the hair owner.
Suddenly he remembered the name of the man Achiera had called in her sleep.
"Steven ....! Oh so this is the Steven for whom she cried in her sleep on my bed? Insolent! How dare you betray me right before my eyes, I will repay this favor Achiera!!" he muttered angrily and opened the car door violently.
"ACHIERA GRAY!!!" He shouted, anger evident in his booming voice.
Without waiting for Achiera's answer, he pulled the woman by hand forcefully toward his car.
"Can't you be polite to a woman? See, you are hurting her," The man said, he was the man who was standing in front of Achiera earlier, Steven Scott.
Steven Scott, a man of mixed blood, half Spanish and half English, who was standing tall at his 188cm towering height with a well groomed perfect body along with his hard-earned six pack abs. He had a distinctive blue eye color which indicated his nationality; Spain.
The eldest son of the King of Spain who has a great chance of becoming the successor to the throne of the Spanish kingdom. But instead he entered the business world at the age of 18 and succeeded in establishing a company that was included in one of the largest companies in Europe and already had branches in various countries. And now he started to build his new company in this F country.
However, Steven Scott was a person of very low profile, if there was a press conference or some kind of interview or public meeting he always wore a mask.
"Who are you? You don't need to teach me how to behave with the things I have bought," Hans replied, glaring at Steven and walking away.
"Wait a minute, my name is Steven, you can't hurt her like this," Steven prevented.
"Steven??"
Hans's eyes widened at the man's name, how long had Achiera been with this man that Achiera cried in her sleep for this man? How special was this guy in Achiera's heart? Imagining it alone made Hans tremble even more uncontrollably with the ever-searing anger he felt now.
He held Achiera's hand as hard as he could, showing his irritation. "I have bought her, even if I hurt her it is just a mere consequence and more importantly, it's my right. Or you want to pick up my used goods?" Hans asked sarcastically and left.
Hearing the words of insult from Hans made Achiera's heart really hurt. She smiled sarcastically laughing at the stupidity that had lulled her heart over Hans.
'Achiera Grey, that's your value,' she muttered as two drops of pure agony steamed down from her eyes but was immediately wiped by her.
Hans threw Achiera in the car so violently that the woman was moaning in pain.
He stepped on the gas hard and drove away very fast as if he was chasing something.
He stopped the car, at a large villa belonged to him. He grabbed Achiera's hand roughly and threw Achiera on the bed when they arrived.
His anger never subsided, remembering the man's hand that touched Achiera's long hair, it even continued to rise to the top of his head.
No one knew why, but there was a certain pain in his heart. Did he really love this innocent woman?
"Remember your place!! Never hope to find another man out there! You're my woman. Remember that, i'm your first man and will forever be your man for life.." Hans said while wearing his shirt.
"Norman, take care of her and don't let her out. Inform all the workers, today they can take a day off and let the woman do all their work and cook for all of you," Hans said deliberately louder so that Achiera heard him and walked away.
She opened the cupboard in the room to find clothes that suited her, apparently there were no women's clothes in it. Inevitably she wore the shirt she thought was Hans's.
Not long after she came down to do all the works that Hans's ordered.
One of the assistants sneered at Achiera.
"Why that body should be covered? Isn't a bitch should be left naked?" Nila said, a household assistant who mocked Achiera, she was the assistant that other assistants feared.
"Huffft, be patient Achiera." Achiera hissed to herself and was determined to leave without listening to the answers from the other assistants who were huddled against her.
"You think you are the mistress of this house, so that you could wear our young master's clothes at your will?" Nila said again.
As if she was wearing earphones, she ignored the assistants' words and insinuations aimed at her.
She mopped all the floors of the house, although sometimes she was exasperated to see the actions of the assistants who made it difficult for her, who repeatedly dirty the floor or accidentally spilled water from the mop on the floor.
And who would have thought it was all under Hans's orders.
At 2pm sharp she finished doing everything, she was very tired mopping the floors, tidying up every room, dusting every corner of the glass including the furniture that was made of glass in that house. For some reason the house was so dirty and dusty like it was left unoccupied for a year.
"Isn't there a lot of house keepers and assistants here, so why is this house so dirty?" She asked herself.
While the house guards and household assistants were eating, Nila deliberately spilled vegetable soup on Achiera and dirtied Hans's clothes.
"Gosh, damn woman! How dare you dirty our young master's clothes," Nila screamed.
"Right, you're too brave! Do you know the price for that shirt?" The other female assistant continued.
"Enough ... !!!! You said I dirtied your young master's clothes? Was it me or you? You deliberately spilled the vegetable sauce on me, weren't you?" Achiera said angrily.
"Look at this woman who has the courage to accuse me, it's clear that she spilled it and even yelled at me," screamed Nila defensively.
'Achiera here you have no friends, it's useless to explain, even if they know the truth, you will still be blamed. This is their trap,' the words seemed to emerge from Achiera's heart to warn her.
Achiera lazily left, but the hand that Hans had previously held was pulled by Nila so that she screamed in pain.
"There was never anyone who ignored me when I spoke," Nila said loudly and threw Achiera's hand she was holding firmly.
That caused Achiera more and more intense pain. Earlier, when she was working she forced her hands to work as not to show her weakness.
With the anger that had been restrained all this time, she clenched her fists and landed a heavy slap on Nila's left cheek.
"I really want to ignore you? Who do you think you are, ha ....? Me or you who are more valuable? Hans is still willing to buy me to satisfy his desire, and you ... look at you? You want to climb into Hans's bed, he doesn't even need to pay you a single dime, you want it for free as long as you can go up in the basket and sleep with him! Did you succeed?" The words were uttered by Achiera with great emotion and loudly making Nila angry as if she was being humiliated in public.
"You ...!! How dare you!!!" Nila screamed and wanted to slap Achiera, but was blocked by Achiera. In fact, her hands could no longer hold the hand of this rude assistant, but her anger was too great to notice the pain in her arm.
"You are just a lowly assistant who can't make Hans turn himself over to you even if strip in front of him!!!" Achiera said while throwing another slap to Nila's right cheek, causing the girl to fall due to the force of Achiera's slap.
"That's a slap because you have insulted me, if you want more you can continue to insult me!!" Achiera warned Nila while pointing at her.
When Achiera wanted to go upstairs, the men who guarded the house held Achiera's hand holding her back.
On the other hand, Hans was upset that he just remembered Achiera's clothes that he had torn apart and there was no change of clothes in the house.
"Damn! In the villa there are no women's clothes, I already torn the clothes Achiera was wearing. What will she wear later? " He said over and over as if scared Achiera would act stupid.
He went to a Gucci-brand clothing store and picked out a suit that fits Achiera. After getting some suitable clothes, he smiled at the thought of the demon wearing that shirt. "It would be very interesting if she wear this," Hans muttered.
Did not want to waste any time, Hans immediately rushed to the villa to give the clothes. However, once he got there, all he saw was Achiera surrounded by the men who guarded the house, one holding Achiera's face while the other holding Achiera's hand swarming around her like Achiera was a prey.
"What the fuck is this?" Hans suddenly asked and surprised everyone.
"Akh, welcome home young master," Everyone said in unison.
"Why did you all gathered in here?" Hans asked again, loudly.
"Look, sir, Miss Achiera deliberately spilling the vegetable sauce on her clothes right on her chest and teasing them indirectly, aroused the desire of the male guards in this house and planned to go upstairs, I forbade her but she slapped me instead." Nila who answered smoothly without feeling nervous, as if she was used to lying and making up stories.
"Achiera Gray ...?" Hans said coldly, glared sharply.
"Is that true? Everything she said is true?" Hans asked intimidatingly.
'What?? Hans you are questioning whether it is true or not? Don't you know I would never do such a cruel thing? But you still question the truth? Hans how much do you know me? And what kind of woman do you think I am,' Achiera thought. She was disappointed by Hans's treatment.
Of all that had happened today, this is what had hurt her the most. Her tears came back unstoppable from her eyes, wetting her tiny cheeks.
"Heee---heemp,"
She took a deep breath as she felt like throwing away the tightness that blocked her from breathing.
"Yes, Mr. Hans, that is very true," She replied with a wry smile on her face.
Without thinking clearly and only filled with passionate anger he felt like being struck by lightning when he listened to Achiera's confession.
Even if he thought with his cool head, his Achiera would never do such a despicable thing, but right now he wasn't using his common sense. His anger filled his heart and mind.
With a scream he stepped closer to Achiera.
"Damn whore! Am I not satisfying you enough that you have to ask another man to satisfy you?" He said harshly and immediately slapped Achiera.
With the remaining strength Achiera had she wasn't strong enough to stand herself from Hans's slap, so she tumbled side ways and fell. Her head hit the stair railing and she passed out from the impact!