Tidal tech is my adopted father's company, they deal in producing ship parts, safety boats, safety jackets and everything used in the ocean, i started working there at the age of seventeen after my dad blocked my account because i gave money to a driver, i first worked as an intern going on errands, then when i was in college i was upgraded to secretary of the finance manager, Mr brooke, that man treated me like a rag doll with a pretty face, i was assaulted and beaten multiple times when no one was looking, as long as he didn't hurt my face no one will ever notice.
not even when i was limping, or when i flinched if someone else wanted to touch me, when i tried talking to my so called father about Mr brooke, he told me to shut up and just endure that he couldn't fire him cause he was one of his best employees, the torture didn't stop, and every day was hell for me. soon when everyone realized my adopted father didn't care about me and so they joined in pushed me around, hurt me to vent out their fustration and i couldnt do anything but cry alone in silence and treat my wounds by myself.
then i got engaged to javier Aaron, the contract marriage that was pushed to me by my sister, it was a collaboration to help tidal tech when it was going down hill, and i was the bargaining chip, i agreed hoping that they could atleast treat me better like a part of their family, but it felt like walking into the Aaron's family was walking out of pot into actual fire, i was his property so he treated me however he liked, beat me to his satisfaction, sexually assaulted me and called it love making.
when i was at the brink of letting go, he will take me to the hospital make a believeable lie about how i got injured and got me treated only to beat me again, to the public eye we were the ideal couple, he loved me soo much, when we were out in public he treated me like i was everything he dreamed of just to save face, but behind closed doors he will spit on my face telling me how he wanted veronica and not me, and how he hated me, and how he wished i was dead. but he couldn't kill me cause i was becoming more useful to my father's company, when he found out that brooke dumped all his work on me, and the company was in better shape, i remained the financial secretary and mr brooke took all my hardwork and called it his own and even when my adopted father found out, he overlooked it.
when i tried to resign my own adopted father threatened to ruin my life, like they haven't ruined it enough. i sat up from my bed tears rolling like a stream as memories of everything i passed through resurfaced like torture, i wished i just died in that water what good is it that I'm in this world when i have no one. Alec watched her as tears flowed down her face, he wanted to reach out so bad but he couldnt not yet clenching his fists he was fighting every fibre in him that wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go.
it was his hospital that scum brought her to every time he beat her to the brink of death, he was the one who oversaw her treatment but everytime he tried to stop him from taking her away, he was always tied down by their goddamn engagement, he imprinted all her pain and bruises in his mind and he will make sure they experience it hundred times more. leaving his office he walked to her room to attend to her.
the door opened and doctor Al walked in to check on me again, it became like a routine, i tried walking around when i could finally take out the drip on my hands i could walk around abit more often, i was moved to another room with more space and a balcony, with a beautiful view. doctor Al was the only person i talked to, at a point i stopped seeing the nurse that brought me food, another nurse had replaced her
"how are you feeling Estella" doctor Al asked
"im feeling more alive than i was a month ago" i replied
"you're going to be discharged soon do you have any requests" he asked, i looked at him i was thinking, if i wanted revenge i can't do it with my current face and identity and since doctor Al wants to be so helpful i could atleast make a final request "remove the mole under my eye" doctor Al raised an eyebrow "if you're going to discharge me i can't go out with my identity still as estella maqburne and that mole is like an identifier" i explained "so you want me to change your identity" i paused looking at him, was he going to do that much all i asked was for him to remove the mole on my face, i would take care of the rest myself
"you have already done enough, i..." "take it as a gift, something I'm doing out of my own goodwill" he interrupted, not giving me space to reject his offer, but everything he has been doing so far is out of goodwill, thats what he said but i dont believe him but since insists on helping being indebted to him is the last thing i want "okay then, but i owe you nothing" i said making it clear, he chuckles slightly 'of course you don't, I'm the one who owes you everything' he thought "yes ma'am" he gets up to leave the room, "I'll be back soon" he said leaving the room.
that chuckle kept replaying in my mind, ever since i woke up i have never seen him laugh, not even break a smile, but hearing him chuckle like that made my spines shiver. snapping my mind out of it, i had more important things to take care off.