That Playgirl's Karma

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Dalawang maid ang bumukas sa malaking pintuan sabay yuko nang dumaan ako sa kanila.

Until now, I'm still uncomfortable with how his maids, butlers, and everyone else act in front of me. Others say they're just jealous of how I'm treated like a princess. Princess, their ass, it's more than what they expected.

This place is hell.

"They changed the floor? It was cream last time, right?" I asked the maids, but no one responded. They just... bowed their heads.

Right. There's no freedom to speak here.

"I'm talking to the ceiling again..." I muttered as I walked to take the stairs, but before I could take another step, someone called me.

"Azalea?"

I exhaled as I realized who was calling me from behind, and when I turned my head, I faked a smile.

"Yes, Fim?"

Fim, the second wife of my father, my stepmother, to be exact.

"How's school, honey?" Her voice sounds very elegant, and I won't lie that is really her voice but at the same time... it feels like hell.

"Doing fine. Anyway... my father called me, I need to go." Hindi na ako makahintay na umalis sa harap niya. Talking with her is the kind of shit I never prayed for.

"Azalea, did you know that what you just did was disrespectful to me?"

See?

I drew a deep breath before turning my gaze to her again. "Really? But not for me," I said, and sarcastically bowed at her.

I saw how she gritted her teeth in anger. Well, that's her... just seeing my presence pisses her off.

Nang marating ang opisina ni papa kung saan may nakalagay na MR. AZARDO'S OFFICE, ay kumatok muna ako bago buksan ang pinto.

Bumungad sa akin ang malaking kwarto, napakaraming libro sa gilid, dalawang malalaking sofa at iilang couch sa kabila, at isang mesa at upuan sa gitna kung saan kasalukuyang nakaupo si papa. Nakayuko siya at may pinipirmahang mga papeles. Ilang segundo lang, natapos na rin siya. At doon na niya ako naisipang kausapin.

He motioned with his right hand, a sign that I could fully enter and sit on the couch.

Funny.

Pinagdikit ni papa ang dalawa niyang kamay at tumingin sa akin nang tuluyan na akong makaupo sa malambot na sofa.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

It's been a week since I last heard his voice.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Nah. I asked your guards, but they didn't tell me."

Father let out a heavy sigh as he stood up. "Thania told me that you were involved in a violent incident this morning."

Thania... you idiot.

"That's not true. They're just making a false accusation, papa..." I crossed my arms. "Who wouldn't? They hate me, so they're accusing me. Depende na lang sa tao kung maniniwala o hindi. At tsaka, alam kong hindi kayo maniniwala sa gano'n, 'di ba? I know you know I wouldn't do such a thing-"

"ENOUGH!"

Napakurap ako sa malakas na sigaw ni papa na umalingawngaw sa buong kwarto.

What's wrong? I just wanted to defend myself, to say I didn't do it, yet... he's telling me to stop as if it is my fault?

His fists clenched and he turned his gaze to the window. I cleared my throat and silently stood up. I need to fvcking defend myself right now.

"I'm telling the truth, papa. I wasn't involved in that incident, nor did I seek violence. I would never do such a thing!" I objected.