That night she turned in his bed. She tossed, writhed and cried like a woman in labor. She was inconsolable. Her anguished cry burned deep in her heart and in the pit of her stomach like an inferno in the depths of the earth.

She slightly turned at the monster sleeping beside her. The monster who had forcefully kissed and touched her inappropriately. Seven years ago this is what she desperately wanted, marriage! Now she felt filthy, she still felt his fingers trailing inside her skirt, she still had his musky scent on her despite the amount of soap she had brushed her skin with.

His sleepy face made his complexion somehow angelic but Mikaella knew better. She had already figured out everything that ran through his filthy mind. He was doing all this to her for revenge, for keeping away his son away from him. She recalled the way he demanded his 'manly needs'.

How he cupped her mouth with his hand. At first she didn't understand his intention until he began trailing his fingers inside her skirt. Then the truth came and with it terror and panic. She tried to get away from him but he was so fast in getting hold of her hand. He held her more firmly with his strong arms brushing his lips on her graceful neck and he whispered," This is only the beginning of what is to come"

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She walked around the garden, her fingers brushing past the beautiful carnations and the fresh red roses. The whole house seemed empty to her, Seth was at school, Roman, well she didn't give a hoot where he was and then there was Marga who kept an eye on her every second.

Her eyes landed on the blue crystal water that gleamed brightly against the sun's rays. She sat at the edge of pool, pulling her black trousers up her knees. The feel of the cold water made her relax..

"Ma'am can I get you anything?"Marga asked.

The sudden violation of privacy made her curious. She wanted to learn more and better yet how to escape from the mansion, the key to her success lay on the woman standing in front of her. Marga was the key to learning more about Roman, his secrets and a possible way of getting her and her son from there.

Faking on a smile, she urged Marga to sit with her by the pool. Marga on the other hand gladly did as Mikaella requested.

"So this mansion, does it belong to your boss?" Mick asked.

Marga was reluctant at first but she answered," Yes, ma'am. He barely came here so a couple of days back when he told us to prepare everything, we were surprised"

"What do you mean he barely comes here? This is his home right?"

"Ma'am I'm sorry but that's all I can say," Marga said before she hurriedly stood up, straightening her black and white uniform.

"You know I'm also in charge of this house, right? I wonder what my husband will say once I urge him to fire you!" She said casually tending to her nails.

"Oh no no no Ma'am..I need this job," Marga pleaded her hands clasped together as Mick put on a cynical smile.

Although the bad boss was working she felt bad but she had to do this, for her and Seth. "So what did you mean by he barely comes here?"

Marga having no choice said," Once Sir broke up with Ma'am Joanna, he refused to set foot here, as everything reminded him of her. He also made us burn some of her belongings. How I remember, they planned to stay here once they got married, they were happy in love but then poof!" Marga made a little explosive sound.

"Huh? So he does have a heart?Joanna?! Of course Anna the tattoo on his body," she questioned herself as Marga stood over to her, clueless on what was going on.

"What about Joanna, where is she now?" Mick asked as Marga remained silent...

"We never heard from her again," Marga said immediately standing up and rushing inside the house after realizing she had actually said a lot.

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"You're oddly quiet," Roman said over dinner as he munched on the dessert.

She just spared him a glance barely even touching her food she excused herself. Quickly taking a step on the spiral staircase she went into Seth's room.

"My baby, I love you so much," she whispered gently stroking her sleeping son's hair. With a gentle kiss on his forehead, she wiped off her tears and put off the lights carefully closing the door behind her.

Minutes later, she was in her room, specifically 'his room'. Looking around the room never before had she felt this glum, this suffocated, this trapped but alongside that feeling she very well knew that her insides were not doing so good either.

She was nauseous and right before she had any minute to reach for her head which was spinning at the moment she collapsed...