The devil's proposal

It's been two weeks since I came into the King's mansion. I didn't really have any other thing to do than explore the gigantic house. Marcelo's house had way too many rooms. There are some room that serves absurd purposes.

He had a cigar room. He had an underground sauna, a theatre room, glass room, an aquarium, a small zoo, an arcade, he has two studys, two library. He had different wine cellars.

"This is the problem with having too much money. You own a lot of stupid things" that was all I could utter as I looked around the fourth wine cellar with ridiculously expensive and old wine.

Why would anyone need a sixteen years old wiskhy, or a drink as old as Grandmas. There are people who are unable to afford their apartment, or afford three square meals and this guy own a mirror room.

It's a useless as owning a room where old antique weapons are kept and displayed, and honestly I am freaked out about that room. Who own a weapon room.

"This is stupid". The young maid who stood behind cleaning the cellar chuckled at my statement.

I turned to look at her.

"Honestly I don't understand the purpose of most room... The aquarium I do understand,and so is the library but the rest I'm just baffled."

"Most of us felt the same way when we started walking here. Well we were more amazed than mad" she said referring to my current emotion.

Yeah I'm mad. When I started working, I remembered how hard it was, juggling school and a day job, too afraid to ask the family for help when I didn't receive my paycheck on time. And now I'm living in a house worth over fifty million dollars. I don't know what is more ridiculous.

"The truth is master doesn't even know half of these room exist"the maid said .

I raised my brows in surprise and I was confused. The maid seemed to see the expression on my face and answered my unasked question.

"The master visits his room, his home office and the underground gym .Mr Miller filled the rooms with different things to fill the house a little. I guess it's too give this house a little warmth or homey vibe"

"I don't think he understands what homey or warmth is"

I still didn't know the name of the maids. They've been ordered by a certain bully to only attend to my need but not to familiarize themselves with me.

They talk to me when I talk to them and answer my every question aside that I'm pretty much alone. I want to go outside but I'm too afraid to ask, I really didn't want to face him.

The only time I see him was during breakfast, and most of the times he really doesn't touch his food, probably because he drinks blood because he's a vampire (he is not).

I had no idea what I was doing here or what the boss was going to do with me, and I've ruled out killing me for the main time since that does not seem to be happening anytime soon, although killing me seems like the reasonable choice according to the movies.

I saw something I shouldn't have seen, he should've killed me. He took me to an underground club, a part of his world, that surely mean something, maybe it was his message to me.

' You are stuck with me'.

According to movies i should be dead, but I'm alive. Although being alive feels so good, but the thought that one day he may wake up one morning and decided to end all this was more terrifying.

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I was reading a book about an ancient war and a hardened cruel general. His library had lots of books about war, ancient times, Amargedon and ancient methology. That just made me wonder if Mr Marcelo was Lex luthor.

The man clearly have issues. I mean the weapon room, and I forgot to mention a secret wing in the house I've been forbidden to go to. What was this beauty and the beast.

Mr Marcelo may be a beast, but he isn't the fairy tale type, he's more of a villianous beast, and I am so sure I'm not beauty. And this is the real world, the story of beauty and the beast in the real world would go more tragically different.

If it was the real world, the beast would be dragged out and burned in front of the whole villagers and beauty would have to marry the arrogant Gaston to secure her future. The real world sucks.

But like every other reasonable person, I did exactly as I was told no questions asked. Snooping around got me here in the first place, I'm not about to go to the forbidden land.

'You truly are no beauty'

My inner self mocked. Well at least I'm not locked in a prison cage. Instead I'm confined in a fifty million dollars luxurious house, now that I'm thinking about it made me scared. I felt like a lamb well fed so that I'll be led to slaughter.

I heard the door of the library open, I focused my attention away from the book, and emerging from behind one of the shelves was Mr Miller. As usual he was dressed in a grey suit.

His curly black hair layer lazily in his head. He had his usual stubble, his piercing and intimidating brown eyes looking at me and not at all surprised to see me here

I should have been relieved seeing him here, a part of me was and another part of me knew that Mr Miller was clearly aware of my situation.

"Ms Presely" he called my name.

I didn't react or respond all I did was stare at him. Who would believe I actually liked this guy.

I thought we were close. I greeted him everyday with a huge smile. I would by small gift for him on his birthday, a gift that was good enough to show that I respected him but also less sentimental to show it in a proffesional manner.

He was the reason I got my promotion in the first place and the person who first complimented me saying. 'He was intrigued by my work ethics'

And now there he stood, I blame him for half of what was happening. He made me Mr Marcelo's assistant and sent me off to New York .

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Miller wasn't surprised by Sue's attitude towards him. He eat pretty sure the girl also held him responsible for what was happening to her. But the girl has not only captured his boss's attention but also his.

Miller had always thought nothing and no one would provoke a reaction in his boss but these girl have proved otherwise, she had provoked more than a reaction.

Miller expected her to a mere fuck buddy and entertainment to his boss and definitely dead after what she saw but here she was after his boss took an effort to find her.

Mr Marcelo never make an effort and he put an effort to finding her and not only that. He remembered what his boss asked him before he left for Me Sue's childhood home.

After he told his boss how much Sue loved and took care of her family after he did his background check on her. That second was an opening of vulnerability Miller had seen when he was worried if they would like him Marcelo had never cared if anyone liked him. In fact the boss he knew loved to see the fear and hate in everyone's eyes, his boss could smell fear and he loved it, his boss could smell hate because that was all he felt. All his boss felt was hate and pain.

That tiny second when he asked that question Miller knew something had to be done. It means his boss was not shattered, it means his boss was not the psychotic Jocker from Batman. It means underneath those demons there was a human and although to Miller it seemed so impossible but that won't stop him from trying and his boss proved him right when he asked his boss a vital question that day at the gym.

After Miller recovered from the fetal blow that left him groaning in pain, he looked at his boss who was heaving, his sweaty chest rising up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

His boss was already seating on a bench, Miller knew what to do as he had made the men get the first aid kit ready. He cleaned his boss's wound in silence, wrapped a bandage around his bruised hands and holding it in place with a safety pin.

After he was done cleaning him up and clearing away the kit, Miller decided to ask his boss one vital question.

'why is she staying with you?' his boss rose his head to look at him.

He was clearly surprised by his question. Miller could see that at that moment his boss's was far away. Miller saw the way his boss tighten his hand into a fist and how his jaw clenched tight.

' it's none of your business' he growled out at Miller, he was clearly irritated by the question.

Miller knew his boss hated question, but these question obviously provoked a reaction in his boss.

'I'm just saying...there is no need of her staying with you or is there another reason'

Miller could see his boss's reaction at his statement. Marcelo knew he wouldn't let it go and Miller knew his boss already know he won't let it go.

'No other reason, I just don't want her to go spewing about what she saw to the authorities... Now drop it ' . Marcelo said and immediately walked out of the gym.

His boss may not have paid attention to what he just said but Miller did. His boss has never once been afraid of the authorities or even cared they existed. His boss has never slept in a prison or lose a court case. Even if someone reported him, there wouldn't be anything done. His boss was part of the people who are just powerful that even the higher-ups in the government and authorities protect them since they support their campaign financially.

Even if the boss was worried she might go to the authorities, she would be dead not living comfortably in his luxurious home having breakfast with him. And Miller got his answer. Susan was something his boss would need and Miller knew his boss has noticed and would try to take her away from him but Miller would not let that happen he had found the glue to fix his boss's broken soul.

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"Ms Susan,it's been a while. I came to check up on you"

Susan raised her brows at his statement, he came to check up on her?.

"Well Miller I'm doing perfectly well, locked in this luxurious prison, away from my life, family and friends" she flashed him a fake smiles" I couldn't be doing any better".

She muttered sarcastically.

Miller expected this attitude, and he also understood that a part of her felt betrayed, and a part of him felt very ashamed but she was the impossible key and he found it.

"I perfectly understand your anger towards me"

With the way he was acting and with all Due has thought about, she knew her suspection was right, Miller did know of the boss's other life. He was his right hand Man after all. But Sue's memory flashed to the night at the basement she had seen another man and he was also at the club and he also seemed so close to Mr Marcelo. Who was the right hand man?. We're they right hand and left hand. Susan didn't understand the mafia system and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"Do you have anything important you would like to tell me" Susan slowly stood up from her chair" if there isn't I have other unimportant things to do" and with that she left the library.

Miller had always loved her sassy comments, his lips rose up in a small smile. For now he would silently watch how Susan riles up his boss and how his boss's react. He had to be sure that Sue can provoke a strong emotion in his boss.