Sold To My Scary Alpha

Daphne angrily shook her head at the specialist remaining before her, "You-you're lying," Little air pockets of tears gushed in her eyes, and her body shuddered in fomentation. "Tell me you're lying to me," Her watery eyes gazed at him, obviously reluctant to accept that her mom was dead.

"I'm heartbroken, miss Daphne. We attempted our-"

"No, you didn't!!" Daphne shouted, with her blame shifting to the specialist. "The main thing you did was to let her pass on!" Her body shuddered wildly, and she pushed the jar on the secretary's counter to the floor, breaking it to pieces.

"Miss Daphne, we want you to-"

"I need to see my mom," She went to the specialist, and her hand balled into a clench hand. Her breathing turned out to be weighty and her eyes turned into a couple of shades of red.

"Miss Daphne, You're not in a decent condition to see-"

"I said I need to see my mom!" She shouted and snatched the specialist by the collar. Her red eyes perilously gazed at him and her hot breath fanned his face. "Take me to my mom!"

The specialist squeezed between his temples and continued to liberate himself from her grasp. In any case, he was irately tossed to the floor by her.

Daphne looked at him and strolled past him with her hand firmly gripped into a clench hand. She meandered past various rooms, stepping each step she took in disturbance, and her eyes shot from one side to another. She at last stopped before an entryway with "A10" composed on top of it, and her eyes limited into a dainty line.

She took a full breath and pushed the entryway open. Her slim body slipped inside and her eyes looked at the table that took care of somebody in a white dress lying on it.

Her clench hand gripped firmly, and she gradually advanced towards the table. The nearer she got to the table, the more her body shuddered apprehensively. She remained alongside the chunk and gazed at the body covered in white apparel. Daphne connected her jerking hand and gradually pulled the apparel down to see the essence of the corpse.

Her eyes squinted in disbelief and air pockets of tears filled her enormous eyes. "Mu-mum," Her knees became defenseless and she tumbled to the floor. Her shaking hand touched her mom's face, and she felt profound fury consume inside her. "Yet again mother," she murmured.

Daphne grasped her heart firmly and derisively gazed at her dead mother. "You promised... you wouldn't leave." She held on her mom, and her face frowned in rage. "You deceived me! You fucking deceived me!" She delivered her hold and slipped to the floor. Her knees nestled into her chest and her head shook in dismay. "You've left me in this world, again."

A critical laugh got away from her mouth, and her look became far off and lost. The lines of tears all over step by step dried from the delicate breeze that brushed against her face.

He let her pass on! He let her pass on! Her head bounced in disturbance and her hand balled into a suffocating grip. Daphne stood up and looked at her mom's dead body one final time. She let out a delicate murmur with shut eyes and left the room. With a uninterested face, she strolled past the specialists and medical caretakers who were gazing at her with sad eyes and snatched a bat stick lying close to the leave entryway, then, at that point, advanced out of the clinic.

She meandered to a shop that sold fermented lagers and got one. Her lips twisted into a smile and her grasp on the bat stick in her grasp fixed as profound fury consumed emphatically inside her. Her next objective is home.

The door to a wonderful chateau opened, uncovering a little kid remaining in the heavy downpour with a bat stick in her right hand and a container of brew in her left hand.

From inside the house, the servants widened their eyes when they saw the little kid and hastily sauntered outside. The looked at her, and one of them couldn't resist the opportunity to inquire, "Is she okay?"...

"She doesn't look OK to me," some mumbled, feeling a piece at a loss.

With joined arms, two delightful little kids, who appeared to be sisters, left the manor and held onto the little kid with their fierce gaze. One of both of them raised her temple with a comfortable articulation.

"Melanie, what's going on with her? " The one that looked more thin asked her sister with an odd demeanor all over.

"Melissa-" She turned to gaze at her sister, "- How am I expected to be aware?" Melanie glared in disturbance and returned her gaze to the little kid in the downpour.

The little kid, who was Daphne, laughed delicately when she saw the two sisters who were her cherished stepsisters. She raised the bear to her mouth and swallowed down a significant piece of liquor, then, at that point, convoluted and discarded the container. Her eyes restricted fiercely, and she started to walk into the compound, hauling the bat in her grasp alongside her.

She stumbled starting with one side then onto the next as crazy giggling got away from her mouth and she shook her head angrily, making her short hair ripple. She let out a moan with a cynical look all over, and her fingers touched the bat.

She raised her eyes and looked at the house with contempt. "Mr. Lucas!" Daphne shouted, wildly chuckling subsequently. She swung the bat in her grasp and her eyes looked at the vehicles stuffed inside the compound. The bat in her grasp twirled as a fiendish grin shaped all the rage. She stopped her totally dark eyes on a white Rolls Royce, which was Mr. Lucas, her dad's favorite vehicle.

She stopped and tapped her fingers on her thigh. Her eyes limited into a flimsy line as she observed everybody. A delicate laugh got away from her mouth, and she shook her head when she saw that they were likewise checking her.

Daphne's eyes suddenly widened, and in the following second, before they could think or respond, an ear-puncturing shout got away from her mouth, and with the bat in her grasp, she hurried towards the Rolls Royce and irately crushed the front window, making lines of break on the glass.

"Ssss..." Dilating their eyes, the house keepers covered their mouths, and their bodies shuddered frightfully. What has this young lady done? Their confronts scowled in dread and pity, and they the all swallowed hard. Simply the imagination of what Mr. Lucas's response would be the when he shows up back home almost left them peeing in their jeans.

"You let her die, didn't you?" Daphne, whose body was shaking in rage, ceaselessly crushed the front window and at last broke it to pieces. She gestured her head in fulfillment and shifted aside windows. Insanely shouting, she raised the bat and furthermore crushed them to pieces.

Melanie and Melissa looked at one another, and they could see the apprehension in one another's eyes. "Stop her," Melanie went to the servants and ordered, with fear noticeable in her eyes.

Gesturing their heads restlessly, they hurried to and attacked her. They continued to hold her down, yet she swung the bat in a fury and hit the house cleaner nearest to her on the head. The house cleaner grasped her head and drooped to the ground, unconscious.

"Stay the fuck away from me, you rats!" She pointed the bat stick at them and crazy chuckling got away from her mouth. With her head gradually shifting aside, she looked at her stepsisters, whose appearances were fearfully white, and she crushed the window with her eyes actually focused on them. She squirmed her eyebrows at them, in a roundabout way asking them, 'I have destroyed it. What are you going to do now?'

"She's gone crazy, Melanie," Melissa expressed apprehensively as she went to confront her sister.

"What do you want me to do?" Melanie frowned at her sister as nervous perspiration dribbled from her brow. "Father isn't home yet and the men are with him. We simply need to hang tight for them to return," She turned her head to gaze at the insane young lady who was chuckling madly and swinging her bat at the servants.

Yet again the door to the compound opened and two vehicles easily rode into the manor. A moderately aged man who looked 50 ventured down from the vehicle with his hands pushed into his pocket, and his face immediately turned a couple of shades dark when he saw the disturbance occurring in his compound.

He lifted his hand, motioning toward his men, who were going to rush in and hold Daphne down, to stop. They looked at him and submissively ventured back.

Mr. Lucas shut his eyes and let out a delicate murmur, obviously irritated by the uproar unfurling in his house. Waking up, he looked at Daphne and started to stroll towards her.

Daphne, who was swinging the bat stick at the servants, stopped and gradually turned to see her dad strolling towards her with an face. Her face in a flash turned pale and her grasp on the bat became more grounded.

A fiendish grin framed all the rage, and her eyes restricted into a slim line. She pointed the bat close to the window of the Lamborghini pressed on her right side and her grin changed to a warm one. "Dear dad, I've been waiting for you."