As I sat on Lucian's lap, I couldn't help but wonder, "Who the heck are they?" The two women walked towards us, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of disdain and anger. The brunette, in particular, seemed to be seething with rage.
Without warning, she strode over to us and pulled me off Lucian's lap. Her hand connected with my cheek in a sharp slap, sending me tumbling to the floor. I cried out in pain as my cheek stung, and I tentatively reached up to touch it.
I dared not stand up, fearing another attack, as I noticed Lucian rise from his seat. His eyes narrowed, and he walked towards the brunette, a knife appearing in his hand. He began to run his index finger over the sharp edge, his movements deliberate and menacing.
"Mrs. Kenz, it's been a while," Lucian said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The brunette, Mrs. Kenz, stood proudly, her eyes flashing with anger. "Lucian, am I your mother? Don't you know how to welcome me? It's been years, at least show that you missed me."
I watched in shock as Lucian smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Right, it's been years," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
His gaze turned to me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He walked towards me, his eyes fixed on mine, and I felt a surge of fear. I tried to move away, but my body seemed rooted to the spot.
Lucian squatted down in front of me, his hand reaching out to grasp my chin. He forced me to look up at him, his eyes burning with intensity. "I suddenly feel dirty," he said, his voice low and husky. "Come help me take a bath."
My heart skipped a beat as I processed his words. I felt a wave of fear wash over me, and I didn't know whether to cry or scream. Lucian stood up, his eyes never leaving mine, and walked towards the stairs.
"Don't keep me waiting," he called out over his shoulder. "You have one minute to get where I am."
I hastily scrambled to my feet, not wanting to incur Lucian's wrath. But as I turned to follow him, I was pulled back by a firm hand. I stumbled, losing my balance, and fell to the floor.
The brunette and the blonde stood over me, their faces twisted in anger. "Where do you think you're going?" the brunette spat. "You're just a maid. Know your place."
The blonde joined in, pinning me down as the brunette began to slap me. I cried out in pain, trying to defend myself, but they were too strong.
"You seduced my son," the brunette hissed, her hand connecting with my cheek again and again. "You'll pay for it."
I felt my face stinging, my eyes welling up with tears. I was trapped, unable to escape the wrath of these two women.
As I struggled to sit up, a wave of weakness washed over me, leaving my body aching and my cheeks throbbing with pain. The dimly lit room spun around me, and I fought to focus on the woman standing before me.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling.
The woman's piercing green eyes seemed to bore into my soul. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night. "She wants you to have these," she said, her voice low and mysterious.
As soon as her finger touched my skin, a surge of memories flooded my mind. They were Lia's memories, rushing back to me like a tidal wave.
"Why?" I asked, scrambling to my feet.
The woman's eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing light as she stood up. Her eyes suddenly glowed pink, like embers from a dying fire. It was a color I had seen before, when I first woke up on earth. Someone else had the same glow in her eyes, the woman who came with me to earth. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this woman might be the same one.
"Because she feels like it," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
I felt a surge of frustration. "Then why didn't she give me the memories at first?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
The woman's expression didn't change, but her voice took on a slightly sarcastic tone. "She just wanted to see how you would deal with Lucian without Lia's memories."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me feeling confused, frustrated, and scared.
I let out a cold snort. Who cares if this is a game? As long as I can get my freedom back, I don't care about the rest. I'm only here to get my freedom.
Feeling frustrated, I turned to go upstairs, only to bump into something hard. I yelped in pain and backed off, holding my cheek. It hurt so bad.
"You delayed," a familiar voice echoed.
But at this time, I was really angry, forgetting about everything else. "You, seriously, what am I to you? I get beaten up, and you don't care. Yet every single night, I'm molested by you. What do you think of yourself?" I yelled, fuming.
He was silent, looking at me calmly. When I noticed this, I realized I had burst out.
"You seem to have gotten your tongue back," he said, and without waiting, he pulled me in and kissed me passionately.
Wait, what the... Right, I had gotten back Lia's memories. She wasn't a timid, shy, innocent girl. My earlier judgment was wrong; she was shameless, a vixen in sheep's clothing... and a murderer or a terrorist. What should I call this bad character? Damn! I was shocked to the core, even forgetting that Lucian was kissing me at the moment.That outburst didn't seem like it was my doing.
And it seemed like I was suddenly being swallowed up, and the real Lia was coming in. What was going on?
"From today onwards, I am you, and you are me?" I heard a voice in my mind.
"The game cannot be played with your timid behavior," the voice said.