Ayla got changed and walked out of the bathroom. Brian was waiting outside. He took a quick glance at her as his jaws clenched. Without another word, he turned and stormed out. She followed him obediently. The car ride was the most awkward. The air inside the silver Bentley was so tense that Ayla could only look out of the window and pray it's end soon. The temperature of the air always seemed to drop whenever Brian was, which made her shiver. The car ride was mostly silent. An hour later, they reached Brian's luxurious villa. The elegant villa had an exquisite layout which only Brian could afford. The car slid into the garage and came to a halt. Brian got off of the car and ordered her in a bitter tone, "Get out!". The Woodsen family also owned a villa, but it was incomparable to Brian's. She timidly followed behind Brian, taking each step cautiously. "Sir, you are back. The butler, Ruben, greeted them and glanced at the beautiful woman behind Brian, but said nothing. Brian went straight to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Maria came out shortly and served him coffee in a delicate and expensive coffee cup. "Sir, here is your coffee. Brian had a habit of drinking coffee at this time. Brian smelled the strong fragrance of the coffee, made from top class Jamaican coffee beans. It was his favorite. Ayla, meanwhile, stood aside uneasily. The serious ambience inside the villa reminded her again that she didn't belong here. But, the fact was that she couldn't escape either. Suddenly, the coffee cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces with a bang. "Sir!". Maria exclaimed and immediately went to clean up the mess, but stopped midway when Brian held up his hand. "You, come here and clean this up!" he gestured to Ayla and ordered cruelly. Ayla was s tunned for a moment. She looked u p at him, fl abbergasted. "What's wrong Miss Woodsen? Oh, I think it should be Mrs. Clark now. Didn't you he ar me? Or, do you want to defy me?" Brian

asked sarcast ically. Ayla blinke d and avert ed her gaze. It didn't matter to him if she was reluctant to do it, he'd make her do it anyway. Besides, she had done such things in the W oodsen family before. For her, it was an easy task. Ayla quietly bent down, picked up the pieces one by one and threw them into the trash can. Maria gave her the duster cloth , which she used to clean the fl oor after picking up the pieces. Her eyes fell on the coffee stai ns on his shoes. She carefully wiped them with tissue, fearing he might kic k her if he disliked the act. But her cautiousnes s didn't prevent him from despising her. To the woman he ha ted the most, he w ould show no mercy. However, Brian couldn't understand why Arlene wa s being so compromising. He never expected her to obey him without questioning anything. Suddenly, he withdrew h is feet, slightly unsure of how he should react. Ayla looked up a t him, half scare d, half confused. Was it something that she did? Was he not satisfied? Brian leaned forw ard and grabbed her chin forcefully. "From now on, you'll stay in here without m aking any fuss. You're not allowed to go ou t without my permission. Also, you'll have to . take care of everything here. I won't this place to remain crystal clean. Am I unders tood?" he questioned with an authoritative . t on e. She understood that he want ed her to live here as a se rvant and not as Mrs. Clark. "Yes. " Ayla nodded. "Goo d gi rl!" . He acknowledged her a nswer before standing up and walking away. "Hold . Hol d on. Seeing that he was ab out to leave, Ayla st opped him in a hurry. Brian tu rned tow ards her. "If you need any thing, just ask Ruben or Maria. He didn't wa nt to talk to her anymore

"No! I t's not that. Ayla reached for his hand and held it hesit atingly before saying, "I'm willing to do wh atever you ask me to do, but I want to go to . col leg e. ‘She wants to go to college?’ Bria n was taken aback. "You want to go to college? You can't be serious right? You were Arlene Woodsen, now Mrs. Clark. You can get whatever you . want. Why would you need to go to coll ege? Besides, as far as I know, you n ever were a good student. " He snorted. Ayla didn 't know wh at to say. Arlene might have never cared about anything, but Ayla was different. She want ed to ind ependent. She had her ow n dream. "Don't b other me anymore!" . He pushed her awa y, turned back an d left thereafter. "Mr . Cla rk. Ayla, however , didn't give up so easily. She wanted to fol low him, but was stopped by Maria. "You can't go upstairs! Yo u can't go up to the second floor without permission!" . "Ho w co me?" . She could do anything he asked, all she wa nted was to keep going to college It took h er a lot of effort to get into the college. She had worked througho ut the summer vacation to earn the course fees. She wasn't go ing to give u p that easily. She ran upstairs when Maria was a little distracted. When she barged into Brian’s room, Br ian yelled aloud, extremely infuriate d, "Who allowed you to come upstairs?” . Ayla flinched an d realized, she h ad been reckless. She shouldn't have come upstairs with out his permission. "Ge t o ut!” . Seeing that Ayla was s till standing at the do or, Brian roared again. Ayla flinched aga in at the intensit y of how he spoke. She quickly looked do wn and didn't dare to look up at him again. She just want ed to run and hide from him