Chapter 60 Your services are no longer required!
60\. Your services are no longer required!
Aura's POV
My chest burdened down with the heaviness of his accusation. I froze in his hold as I felt him wrapping his hands tightly around me. He didn't have any intention to let me go once I slipped in the cage of his heated fingers yet he didn't drop any opportunity to hurt me.
"Yes, Aura? Tell me. I've been dying to know that since I saw those pictures. You seem to be close with each of them. I wonder who is better than me?" He softly whispered.
Had my Ma not gasped, I would not have realized he was so noisy. I thought he was whispering that to me slowly so that no one caught even the hint of it.
I never knew he would ask me such an insulting question. I stood at my place quietly. My brain stopped working. All I could hear was only his voice and his words echoing in my ears.
So far I've only heard about the atrocities of love. Love is the biggest blessing yet a precarious poison anyone can drink. Love comes with satisfaction and at the cost of happiness. Love is this. Love is that. But I say… love is pain. For my love was lashing me in the worst way possible.
Finally when he let me go, he didn't release me. His hands held me possessively by the waist as he normally did any other day. His eyes came down to look at mine. We both had tears.
While mine were of sorrow, his were of anger and frustration. His lips twisted and stretched. The whites of his eyes highlighted popping veins as I tried to pull myself away.
He only compelled me closer, refraining me from going away as he said, "I am waiting for your answer, Aura. I want to know."
My head lowered in shame. I was ashamed of myself for falling in love with him. My love was too blind to look at his true face.
"Enough, Damien. You better stop this now. You both are overdoing yourselves. Just stop it for God's sake." Madam Martha tried her best to stop him. But anger has taken over his powers.
He refused to let this matter go, or me, from his hands. With a click of his tongue he smirked and pinched my chin so I looked in his scorching gaze.
I felt disgusted under his gaze. I wanted to hide myself. I wanted to hide from this man I proudly considered as My love. The man who stole my heart was undressing me bit by bit. Only, he didn't use his hands. His words did it in the most humiliating way possible.
"I think I told you to stay out of this, Miss Martha, didn't I?" I watched his red face quietly. "I want to know means I want to know."
He didn't look like the Damien I knew, let alone talk like him. Everything he did and spoke made a shiver rack my back. My toes curled and currently he made me feel like running away from his touch.
He didn't even think for a moment before putting the blame on me. It was difficult to stand in front of him. I can't believe it.
"Let her go, Damien. Just let her go." Madam Martha compelled him to loosen his hold on my waist.
"Not at any cost." He replied and everything around us fell silent. It was his possession that spoke, not him.
Then after a second, something struck him, and he let go of me with a jerk and moved away. I was shocked would be an understatement. I was just unable to breathe at the way he released me. It was as if he pushed me away… out of his life.
I tried to control my tears as finally my hand came up on my belly. I couldn't stop my instincts. Covering my stomach with my hands I bit on a sob as I attempted not to break down.
As I was staring down at his lips, at the way they shook and pressed and opened to hiss, it came. His final announcement.
"For a change you are right Miss. Martha," I was barely blinking as he looked at me. All over my face urgently as if it was the last time. "I should really let her go."
"Are you out of your mind, Damien! Do you even know what you are saying? How can you ask her to leave this house? You love her, don't you?" He rolled his eyes at Madam Martha. It didn't seem to be a big deal.
I didn't look at it coming. Not that he verbalized it. Not until he smiled and brought his eyes back to me, "I can't keep a woman like her in my house. I have a reputation I don't want to spoil because of her."
I didn't look away. He neither. Like earlier he was trying to reach down to the softest spot of my heart. This time with the motive to kill it completely with his sharp and brutally painful words.
"I've already stained my image dating a housekeeper. Now I don't want to get into any sort of controversy due to her scheming let alone become a topic of mockery since she made a complete fool out of myself." Now I was a housekeeper, not even Aurora or Ms. Collins.
Tears streamed below my cheekbones, under my chin until they dampened the fabric covering my shuddering chest. My blurry sight remained glued on his face as I recalled each word coming out of his mouth. Not only did he abuse me but also the life inside my womb.
I wanted to say many things but words failed. My throat choked. This was what I was getting for my loyalty. The alpha I've been madly in love with was kicking me out of his shelter just like he had brought me here, at night during menacingly agonizing hours.
"Ms. Collins, your services are no longer required. Please pack your luggage and move out of my house. You are terminated." He announced without a tinge of remorse in his voice.
Honestly, it sounded more like being terminated from services other than housekeeping. Services of warming his bed.
I did freez yet I nodded in a yes, in acceptance. I had not anticipated he would ever want me to leave from here. When he brought me here, he was certain of keeping me here forever.
'This is your house as much as it is mine. Feel free to make the best of memories here.' His words from three years ago stabbed my heart perilously.
All those promises, those desires faded away like a mirage when I raised my eyes. Our gazes met. He was determined. He was sure of throwing me out of his life.
Not that I wished to stay after this night. I only nodded and turned around, it took me all my strength to not show my emotions.
"No, you can't terminate her." My breathing was coming shallow and speedy as I heard my Ma. I totally forgot about her.
"Ma," The sane and undisturbed part of my mind knew what she intended to tell him. But with all my dignity, if I was left with any under his gaze, I wanted to make sure he never knew about the baby. "I need your help."
With lots of difficulty I dragged her away as I kept her busy with my soft tone, giving her no time to speak anything.
"Give me a few minutes to pack my stuff, Alpha." I sensed his fingers clench on his sides, the everytime reaction he gave on being called Alpha by me than his name clouding his expressions.
Tbc…