Black Widow (Iversley family#1) (Completed)Wattys2018

Ch.XIII The man who loves her

No one would come for her. She would rot here as a whore. Used and tossed away like a trash.

Her "brother", Arthur Samira, Earl Rutherford is smiling wickedly to her. Eyeing her booties. He licks his lips and says, "I always wanna to test you. To see why other men crave for you."

"Go to hell, Arthur," says her with hissing voice. Arthur strangles her instantly.

Mangore releases his fingers from her throat.

He mocks, "Don't hurt my merchandise, Milord." "When I finish with you, sister, there would be nothing left from you. Like that whore Duchess..." says Arthur with a wicked grinning on his face.

Bianca shudders. She has heard what happened to Selena, Tom's wife. So Arthur did that? He is a real psychopath beneath that calm demeanor.

Mangore says, "Go fetch our money, Arthur. 6000 pounds is waiting for us to claim." Arthur complaints, "Her wealth is more than that. Why we have to do all these? My sister would claim all her wealth after this whore's death."

"It's my little guarantee money. You siblings won't share me a dime from her wealth," mocks the pimp. From Arthur's face expressions, the pimp is right after all.

Bianca is silent. She thought she has finally found her sister, Margareth Derwin. It turned out she was an impostor.

Margie is actually the real Bianca Samira. The woman whose life has been stolen by her. No wonder she holds a deep grudge against her.

And Bianca has left her everything in her will. Only leaving some fortunes for Thomas Gardner. Not that Tom would need it now. He is extremely rich Duke. Far richer than Bianca.

(Oh, Tom...I miss you a lot...)

*****

Bianca is sitting on a corner of the dark room in the attic. Her old room in this prostitution house. She isn't alone now. Around four other girls ranged from ten to thirteen also kept in here.

It's too dark to see their faces. Only shreds of lights from the cracks on the wooden walls are their source of light in here. But she knows they are frightened to death just like her years ago.

Cockroaches swarm around them. Crawling everywhere.

Bianca's body is shivering heavily. She has a terrible phobia to them. She's almost fainted out of fear.

One of the girls suddenly says, "Let's squash them. With everything we got. Don't let fear rule our life." "Yes," replies another girl.

Continuous squashing noises could be heard from their corner of the room.

A girl asks, "Are you okay, lady? Need help to squash them?"

Bianca bites her lips. These girls are far younger than her. And they manage to conquer their fear.

"I could do it," says her while trying to stomp a cockroach with her shoes. She misses few times. But finally a satisfying squashing noise is heard from under her shoes.

She finally did it! She killed a cockroach!

A girl says, "Mom always said a cockroach could smell our fear. If you're afraid, it would get closer to you. Oh, mom...I missed you..." She has burst to tears.

The other girls are sobbing too.

Bianca asks, "Where are your parents?" A girl replies between her sobbing, "Dead. No one would take us. That hideous man grabbed us from the streets."

(Just like me... I won't let Mangore hurt them...).

Suddenly she feels a strange bond with them. As if seeing them as herself during childhood days. No one wanted her. And she almost became a whore if the late Earl Rutherford hadn't saved her.