"what the f*ck!" The man cursed. "what the f*ck is wrong with you, woman?!" Cesar yelled at Alexa, quickly withdrawing his hand from the painful teeth captivity he saw himself in.

Alexa quickly picked up the dollars, tucking them in her bag.

"Why don't you go look for work and stop taking others' money, that doesn't belong to you? This money is ours now, it isn't yours and would never be yours. You can't even take a penny from it. We are using this money to cook and save some expenses. All you do is drink alcohol and get yourself into trouble. You are nothing but trouble to the family," Alexa roared angrily to her husband.

Mahalia felt sad seeing his parents like this. Her dad never liked her, calling her a bastard and her mom, is very strict with her, even though she still treats her as her daughter.

She felt grateful for her mother not allowing her dad to take any of the money or else he is gonna use it for alcohol.

"You are brutal! I regret the day I married you! I regret the day I brought you to this house. You are a b*tch! The same goes for your damn daughter!" He spat, then walked out of the house angrily.

Alexa groaned arrogantly and turned around to see Mahalia lowering her head, feeling all sad.

"You better stop showing that face. Pitying this family is just a waste. We are all miserable here."

Mahalia bit her lips in agony and sadness.

Alexa saw her left foot bleeding, then furrowed her brows.

"Are you okay with that foot 'cause you are going to the market to go get some foodstuffs," her mother said plainly.

Mahalia nods her head and Alexa frowned.

"Is that nod a yes or a no?"

"I am okay mom. I will go get foodstuffs from the market.

"Okay, that's good. You take this,"

She gave her a sum of money from her bag for her to get something in the market.

"You, go get something for us,"

"Sure mom," she nods her head in agreement.

She walked out of the house still limping slowly.

"She is stubborn, she is not okay but she still admits she is okay," Alexa muttered to herself, then sighed.

*

*Santos villa*

In a well and luxurious county estate, lived a great Villa which stood in the middle of a small and fine lake.

In the interior, we have the maids who are assembled in a column and the big Madame sitting in a big chair.

She had a long tobacco pipe with her, smoking continuously while a maid was working on her legs.

"Where did you say my necklace is?" She asked furrowing her brows. Seems like she had been asking this particular maid hell of a question for a while as the maid seem to be shivering in fear. The Madame has no good expression. The madame's maid accused the poor maid of theft when she didn't even do anything wrong. The madame's maid was the one who stole the necklace and now she is accusing her of something she didn't even do.

"I...I don...don't know madam. I didn't steal it. Madame, please believe me. I don't steal," she replied trembling hard. She had been weeping for a while trembling hard that she felt like peeing on her pants.

"Really?" Reyna (the Madame) replied calmly when she is a volcano that is about to erupt at any second. No one steals under her nose and leaves just like that.

If she is angry, she gets furious and she asks anyone questions, especially the maids she finds arrogant. Her maids just stood beside her nodding their heads to her like lizards. They were the ones misleading her, lying to the poor girl.

"Well then, you are fired!"

The maids looked at themselves in shock, wondering what kind of psycho lady she is. The maid quickly knelt in front of her, begging with tears falling off her eyes uncontrollably.

"Get out of here!"

"Please ma'am, I didn't do it,"

"Why don't you get out before I change my mind and while I am being nice? You know I am never nice. Especially when some maid had the gut to take my stuff."

The maid stood up slowly cause she knows this woman isn't gonna change her mind even if she begs her, spitting out blood. But never did she know that Reyna has something in mind against her.

She walked out of the living room to her room to get her stuff.

"Hmph! She thinks she can just go freely like that without paying," Reyna muttered to herself with a satisfying smirk. She puffed out the smoke from her nose and picked up her phone.

"What's her name?" She asked her maid.

"Elizabeth Walls." Her maid replied.

She dialed some digits and in a second, the dialer answered.

"I want you to go into Elizabeth Walls's profile and search everything about her. I want you to kill one of her family members and if she doesn't have one, kill someone close to her," she said coldly, then dropped the phone immediately.

The maid trembled at her words. How brutal is she?!

'that's for anyone who dares offends the Mafia's wife,' she thought to herself, smiling triumphantly.

*

Mahalia was in the market purchasing some vegetables when she saw her father in the market being beaten up, almost to a pulp.

She quickly ran to the scene, stopping the people from hitting her father over and over again.

"Please stop it!" She grabbed one of their hands. But that didn't stop the mob, he pushed her away, still hitting her father.

"Please, stop! I beg of you!!" She yelled at him, trying to stop him from hitting her father further.

"Go away bitch!"

"No, he is my father, please stop!"

There has been someone in a car from not too far watching the scene with keen interest. The minute he saw the girl begging for his debtor, his brows curved in excitement.

'what a beautiful girl,' he thought to himself, then smiled more in excitement.

"Stop!' he said from the phone and immediately, the mobs stop hitting him.

"Bring the girl to the car,"

The mobs immediately took hold of Mahalia's hands dragging her towards the car. Opening the door, she pushed her in, and accidentally, she fell into someone's arms. She looked up only to see a weird-looking man staring at her, smirking to himself.

"Who are you?!!"

"Who am I?!!" The man smirked widely. "You are interesting,"

"Who are you and what do you want with me and my father?! Why did you force me here,"

"What an interesting little girl. Well, let me introduce myself. I am Ramon. Damon Jericho. And you are?"

"Who I am is non of your business!" She spat at his face.

"Heyy, I like girls like you. Tough and beautiful. Now, what do you say, a night with me,"

"What?!! Who do you think am I?! Your slut?!" She snapped at him.

"Oh well, bad for you!"

He pushed her off his car, still smirking.

"Sir, you are letting her go?"

"No, I am not. I like her and I am gonna get her," he muttered to himself, smiling triumphantly. "I want her in my home tomorrow. I don't care how you do it, she must appear in the villa tomorrow," he said to his mobs.

"Yes sir,"