The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 43 ~ Why Hate You?

"Akh, what the hell is this?" screech Daisy while thrashing from the net that wrapped her body.

"Argh, shit!" The woman gave up after a long time struggling with the net, not even realizing that beside her was Ayla who was staring at her flat.

Huft.

Daisy took her breath with a bent face, wanted to scream for help it felt free. Because there is no way anyone here considering they are already in the middle of the forest. Ah, if only he hadn't killed Lucio. But no, he had no regrets because the man deserved to be killed.

The woman then circulated her gaze, her eyes widened when she saw Ayla hanging right next to her, about a meter away.

"You."

Ayla flinched, staring at Daisy with no interest at all.

"How dare you look at me with such a small look? Look, I'm gonna kill you like I killed that guy. You must have seen it all, right?"

Ayla remained silent. And Daisy is getting mad at him.

"You got no ears? Or do I cut it, huh?"

"You said you were going to kill me? Looks like you need to get out of that net first" Ayla replied flatly.

"You're right, akh fucking! Why didn't I see you downstairs?"

"Eh, are you deliberately silent?"

Ayla raised both eyebrows. "You, you really want to die?"

Daisy rebels, wanting to reach for the net that holds Ayla captive but unachievable. While Ayla remained silent, the woman was thinking why she had become so stupid since becoming Ayla. When she was Alice, she was a smart girl.

"Argh, shit," said Daisy.

"You don't be happy just yet, even if I can't kill you, but we're gonna die together here." Daisy chuckles, no papa for her to die as long as Ayla dies with her. A woman who has always been a poison in her life.

Silent for a few moments. Both of them were silent with their own thoughts. Ayla with her chaotic thoughts and Daisy with thoughts of the past.

"Don't you know why I hate you so much?" Daisy said suddenly, her face turning crimson, like she was holding back anger.

Ayla was silent, reluctant to answer the woman. "Hey."

"Ck, for a demonic woman like you there's no need for a reason to hate someone."

"Hahaha, it turns out you can be smart too. That's why I hate you so much because I have a reason to."

...

Flashback.

Three years ago.

"It's time for you to accept the task" said a man of stout stature dressed in all black complete with a mask.

"Ready, Boss."

"I don't have to tell you what you need to do to get in there, do you?"

All three nodded. Among them, only one was a woman. But he never got discouraged.

One month later. Both of his male companions had managed to enter the enemy mansion as bodyguards, but not with him. He has repeatedly tried to apply as a waiter but has never succeeded. In the end he tried to approach the playboy's famous second young master.

And yes, it does fit his image. He is welcomed by the man and is eventually able to enter the Prado mansion as a dark lover in the guise of a servant. The relationship lasted long enough, even more than a year until Daisy began to get carried away and forgot the task of the big boss.

Geck, tok, tok.

Michael Prado opened the door to his room. "Sir, this is a drink ...." The speech was interrupted when Michael had already pulled him in.

"I need you" said Michael, who had sniffed the lover's neck.

"Ayla Navara." As soon as the woman's smile faded, she knew that Michael was indeed chasing after a famous actress. But Ayla Navara never welcomed him, and in every rejection that man received, she always came back and took it out on Daisy.

Until without realizing the hatred little by little fostered in the heart of Daisy on a woman named Ayla Navara whom she had never even met.

"Honey," call Daisy spoiled while leaning against the chest of the beloved's field.

"Hem," Michael replied indifferently. The man was busy with his cell phone like he was exchanging messages with someone.

"Honey, who are you exchanging messages with? Why not ignore me?"

"Ep. Look, he called me. As expected, he must only sell expensive. And now evidently, even he invited me to meet in his private apartment," Michael replied excitedly, not even a smile fading in his every word.

Daisy's face was instantly grim, her hands clenched under the covers. But he tried to ignore it, pulling the corner of his lips to form a sweet smile.

"Darling, you already have me. Do you still want to find another one?" daisy asked in her delicate voice, intending to take back this man's heart. But that beaming face instantly changed, looking at Daisy sharply.

"Did you forget? Before I bring you in here, you've agreed with me that it's not enough for one woman."

Daisy was silent, even when her body was knocked out of bed. "Get out!" michael's word that made Daisy slowly rise up, put on her clothes and walk out without objection.

The woman returned to the first floor with a daydream. Until a few bodyguards seemed to walk towards him, there was Lucio who pulled the corner of his lips cynically. But Daisy Gubris, they do not know each other when there are others.

...

A few days later.

"Where are you going?" daisy asked, holding Michael's arm out. The man looks very neat and fragrant.

"Meet Ayla" said Michael, striking the woman's hand.

"Can I ask you not to go?"

"Well, what right do you have to forbid me?" Michael looked at Daisy lightly.

Both of Daisy's eyes began to glaze over. "If you leave, then our relationship ends, too" Daisy said, clenching her hands together.

"really?" Daisy nodded slowly.

"Then clear all your belongings and please take your feet from this mansion!"

Like being struck by lightning in the morning, Daisy can only budge. The woman bit her lower lip in order to hold back the tears that would come out if she let her guard down just a little.

"You don't want to, do you? So, stay the Daisy I've known all along. Don't ever interfere in my business!" After saying so, Michael walked away without turning his head, but incised a wound that was difficult to heal. And the more his hatred for Ayla more piled up.

Especially since Michael's departure that day, the man did not return for good.

Off Flashback.

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Ayla looked at Daisy with an inexplicable look. I don't know where the heartless demon lady committed the murder just now. Because the woman was crying as much as she wanted to while telling a story without being asked. Ayla can see, Daisy did love that man named Michael sincerely.

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TBC.

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