Waking up I found myself in a strange room with three strange people. I wanted to use very flower language but I refrained from saying anything. I glance at the familiar guy who is glaring at me. Oh, so he saved me although it feels kike he will kill me right now if I say something.

Deficiente ( Moron)

The woman smiled brightly unlike the two other guys who looked similar with the same cold expressions. Were they born in Antarctica?

Yes.

"Good, you woke up. You are in the king's residence and I am Libitina King." Then she pointed at the boy who saved me. "He is Eli my son and." She pointed at the men beside him. "He is my husband Nicolas."

Oh, so his name is Eli.

I smiled politely and said, "Thank you for letting me stay, I am Bella."

"Last name?" Nicolas asked with a cold tone.

Cattivo ( bad ) man.

"Well I am an orphan, I don't know my parents," I said which is technically true.

Nah, pure lies.

"Oh, poor kid. Don't worry you are staying here until you get better." Libitina said gently.

Huh? Looks like I can stay for free with free meals. Nice I like it.

Eli and Nicolas didn't look happy at the announcement but didn't say a thing. I know how to manipulate them. I grin.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," I replied.

But one thing is still bothering me what if they come here and harm these people? I should leave. After all, they treated me and let me stay even though they didn't know me. Well since I saved Eli's life it's fair. Libitina gently pressed a kiss on my forehead causing me to snap out of my thoughts. I glanced at her with big eyes. She stroked my hair soothingly. I hadn't experienced motherly love and now this gesture is making me soft.

My thoughts wander to my mother. No matter how hard I try I can't remember any memories. I sighed.

"Relax kiddo. You don't have to worry about anything and also you can call me mom." Libitina said. My heart melted. I nod with a smile ignoring two men who are looking at me with their eyes yelling I am so dead. Like father like son.

After a while, Nicolas and Libitina left me alone with Eli. I gulp when my eyes meet his. He doesn't look happy.

"I should leave before your family gets in danger due to me," I said. His gaze softened at the mention of the family but seconds later hardened.

"No one can enter here without permission and since Mom wants you to stay, so stay." He replied.

Sounds good.

"Can you just not tell them about my situation, I will leave soon."

"Sounds good."

I didn't miss how his eyes darkened. I lean back and check my wound which isn't in bad shape. Now that I realize whoever treated me must have seen my scars. Darn.

"You ran away from your family. Why?" Eli asked.

How does he know?

"I didn't run away. I am an orphan." I lied narrowing my eyes.

Eli didn't say anything and stared at me. I pouted annoyed. He is too smart. Did Nicolas notice it too? I will know soon. At least I hope they don't find out I got here illegally and my mafia family.

Roses are red, violets are purple and I am a big bag of trouble. Come on Bella you need to find that bastard too.

"Take rest Bella, we will talk later." Eli orders and leaves. Without forcing me to talk, unlike people I know. Not bad.

Great. But it feels strange.

Libitina took good care of me without asking for anything. I didn't see Eli and Nicolas for the rest of the day. After dinner, I stood in front of the mirror lifting my t-shirt to check my wound. I sighed.

Too bad. How I am supposed to work with this?

I glanced at my scars and a sad smile formed on my lips. I still don't remember much of torture but it's better this way. Now that I think I have grown up faster mentally and emotionally. Last year I was out of my mind but this year I am stable, ignoring my killing tendencies.

I was bitch back then but then again I can't blame myself, I was hurt. And too Traumatized to think like a sane person.

Eli entered in with a few bags. Letting my t-shirt fall I combed my hair.  While Eli approached me standing behind me. I raised my eyebrow.

"Mom brought clothes for you. Try it and if you don't like it you can buy more." Said Eli. I shake my head.

"No, I don't mind," I replied.

"How is the wound?"

"Oh, it's a lot better." I grin little startled by the question.

"It's not the first time you are hurt this bad isn't it?"

Dang, how does he know? Hello, are you good?

"I want to thank you for helping me," I said politely.

"I was helping myself." He said with a cold tone. He is scheming something I bet. I had known enough manipulative people.

Without warning he turned me around and he pressed his palm on my abdomen on my scars. I glance at him surprised. He lifted my t-shirt a little and traced scars on my skin. His touch surprisingly gently unlike his cold and dark aura. And for the first time in the year, I relaxed feeling better and cared for. Even my family wasn't able to give me a little bit of comfort but this guy did unknowingly. I glanced deep into his eyes finding nothing. No judgment, pity, or anything. This is something new.

"Who hurt you?" He asked so I shrug.

"It's a long story but it shouldn't bother you," I said with a smirk.

Eli rolled his eyes and stepped back. cute guy.

No brain. Focus on serpents.

Why focus on ugly things when there is god in front of you?

I shake the thought away quickly.

"Why they are behind you?" No excuses and tell me." He orders. I didn't want to tell him but in case the Serpent finds out I am there he will be in danger with his family.

Just a little. Enough to warn him.

"They are a group of people who do bad things. Since I ruined their work they are behind me." I explained not want him to know much but his look said otherwise.

"Do I look five years old to you? Explain in detail." Eli narrows his eyes.

Fuck you too.

"I can't tell you more. Just know they are bad people criminals and I destroyed their work." I said blankly.

Are those kids safe now?

Maybe.

Eli still doesn't look satisfied but he didn't ask more questions. Good. With that, he turned away walking towards the door.

"Good night, trouble." He said leaving me alone.

I glare at his back. Damn, how does he know I am trouble? I will never have a good reputation I guess.