chapter 1

Splash!

The water dripped from his face, soaking his white shirt. His step sister laughed venomously. Admiring the cup of water she just threw at him. Her eyes raking him up and down, she licked her bright red lips.

"Stripe for me," she said in a coy voice, as he looked at her with a horrified expression on his face. He undid his buttons. She cocked her head to the side.

"I want you to do it on your knees," she sneered, walking around the kitchen cabinet. She grabbed herself a vodka, pouring it into a glass.

Aries couldn't hide the disgust he felt, but he kept an expressionless face as he got on his knees. She watched him sipping from her glass slowly.

Viana was losing her patience. Tossing her glass in the sink, she walked up to him and placed her leg on his shoulder.

Her pink thong, disgustingly exposed in her thin nightgown, her nipples were very visible.

He closed his eyes as she reached out to touch him. It irritated Viana.

With anger, she used her feet to stomp on his face repeatedly. He didn't flinch, though it hurt as she broke the little cartilage in his nose. Bruises formed on his face, and she stopped.

He opened his eyes to the truth. The kitchen lights failing in its attempt to hide her disrespect for him.

It filled Aries with shame, repulsed by the lust in her eyes as she looked at him while undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"I want you Aries" she shamelessly said kissing his neck just then the front door to the house opened.

On hearing her brother's voice, she quickly stood up and slapped herself.

Smirking at him like the devil she was immediately, Greg, her brother, came into the kitchen. She ran into his arms and burst into tears.

Greg held her tight, worry in his dark, emotionless eyes. "What happened to my princess?" He questioned Viana. Who quickly turned, pointing at him. She shamelessly accused him.

"He hit me," she cried out in frustration. Greg didn't need any evidence or another reason to hit Aries, even though he knew Viana was lying.

Greg just loved to use every opportunity he got to hit Aries. Greg grinned a devious look in his eyes, his hatred clear as day as he grabbed Aries and pummeled his face.

Aries lay in his room on the little bed. It was hot. There was barely air in the room as he only had one tiny window.

The bed was so small he had to fold himself to sleep on it. The distance between the bed and the room door was three steps. He couldn't sleep at all as his face and his whole body ached.

Staring at the ceiling throughout the night until his alarm for 4:00 am relieved him of his misery.

He got up, heading for the kitchen, and all the chefs greeted as he walked in. Beginning to prepare breakfast with the help of the chef. Aries loved to cook right now.

He prepared chicken soup for the main course. He made pancakes, waffles and strawberry juice for appetizers with chocolate ice cream for dessert. The workers served the food on the breakfast table.

Aries stood waiting at the breakfast table at exactly 6:30am on the clock. Dad and step mother walked into the dining room, followed by Greg with a grumpy Viana and their still sleepy little sister Suzy.

Viana made eye contact with him, winking. He let out an exasperated sigh, nodding a fake polite good morning smile to her. Aries really wanted to be on their good side today.

"What happened to your face?" His father asked and Greg looked him dead in the eye, daring him to speak. Aries chuckled nervously.

"Oh, I just tripped down the stairs clumsy me," he lied through clenched teeth. Looking anywhere else but at his dad, he stood by the corner of the dining room as his stepmother hated the sight of him.

"Make sure you get that treated, okay?" His dearly beloved bastard father pretended to care. LAIR! MURDERER! Aries wanted to scream at his father. That hypocritical son of a bitch killed his mother took the company.

Everything away from them. All he deserved was to die.

Aries painfully swallowed the bile in his throat at the spotless lies that rolled off his tongue. Hell was too nice a place for people like him to go, he thought as he nodded in agreement with his father.

The dim chandelier lit up the dining room, the Persian curtains and carpet were overwhelming dark red. The interior of the house was from the castles of the 1780s.

His mother had amazing taste. The dark wooden floor blended so perfectly with the Italian silverware and the golden chandelier.

Royalty was the theme of this dining room.

He cleared his throat. Gathering courage, he confronted his father from his little invisible corner. "Father, I have applied to oxford university to study law. I hope you would be to support my decision".

The room went cold as he said those words.

"Jesus Christ, can he ever shut up? " Greg muttered under his breath, shooting him daggers with his eyes. Viana cut her throat, using her finger to trace her neck.

She mouthed he would die at the hands of their father today.

Suzy frowned. Rolling her eyes, she picked at her food. "Ugh, you think you're so perfect don't you? "

She hissed through clenched teeth. Stepmother dropped her cutlery on the table with great irritation. Father continued eating his meal like he hadn't spoken.

The muttering, whispering, threats and death stares seemed to go on forever.

As his questions hung in the air, in so much that he had time to admire the fine china tea set his mother had gotten from Hong Kong on one of her trips nervously.

"Are you thinking of being more successful than your father? You want to overthrow him from the company?" his step mother snapped and his heart sank with dread to his stomach. Now his father stopped eating.

His stepmother smirked, taking a sip of her specially made lavender tea.

The tea which Aries spent several hours brewing and cutting his hands, grinding with a stone. The next thing his stepmother said made him literally want to go into a coma.

"I heard you hit Viana yesterday. Am I right?"