Young master Damien's pet

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Grace couldn't believe that her father approved and was taking Damien's side right now. For someone who came yesterday, they were choosing that slave girl over her. Their daughter and sister. She had come to believe that her parents would support her. Even though her father had not given her permission it wasn't because he felt it was wrong of her to take the slave girl out but just because it was Damien's slave.

"Is this because I am not your firstborn or second born child?" she looked at her father with a mixture of pain and anger in her eyes.

Her father who had refused to look at her at this moment after hearing what had transpired in and outside the mansion in his absence, now returned his gaze back to look at his youngest daughter to hear her speak,

"Damien and Maggie have always been your favorite. Whatever they do is always right and what I do is wrong and childish!"

"That is because what you did was childish," her father responded back to her and the young vampiress shook her head as if refusing that she was in wrong.

She pushed Damien's hand away from her but her brother didn't let go of her neck. His hold instead only turned violent making her cough to make her understand that rebelling wasn't going to favour her right now.

"I always have to fight for affections in this home. Do you know that neither of your children ever speaks to me politely?! They are always among themselves making sure to let me know that I am the outsider," Grace heaved out a large breath, anger bubbling in her eyes. A certain sadness that lingered behind her eyes which started to crumble down and flow down out of her eyes, "Not once have they welcomed me!"

"That's not true-" started Maggie but Damien beat his older sister.

"That's right. It is because you don't deserve the affections," at that time one could tell how much the younger vampiress was hurt yet at the same time her anger continued to brew in her, "There is nothing wrong if I try to get some attention to myself by my own means. How can you punish me over a fact where none of us was informed of her not being a slave!"

Lady Fleurance agreed to what her daughter said, "Grace is right. Slaves have been switched and swapped. And just because she took her out for a day as her-"

"Her WHAT?" Damien looked at his step-mother, "Penelope was my slave. She is mine to take care and do what I seem fit.Just because we shared the same blood by our father that doesn't mean what is mine is hers. Didn't I say not to touch what belongs to me and me alone? Did you want attention? I will give you the attention you have sought."

"Don't change the subject," Grace raised her voice.

Damien smiled looking at her, "I did not. If you had taken her out and not damaged her the ways I found her in Isle Valley, I would have considered your words of plea. You not only disobeyed me but did things you were not supposed to do."

Gritting her teeth, Grace herself stepped forward to look at her brother in his eyes. An unmistaken annoyance and hate in them. She said, "She deserved it. You say she is not a slave but how do we know for sure that it is true? You must be telling it for the sake of it. Just to bring me down and show that I am wrong like you do always. Prove up that isn't a slave."

At those words which were spoken, the other three family members fell into deep thought. What Grace spoke had logic while at the same time it could be true or untrue.

"Do you have proof that the girl you have in your room right now is not a slave, Damien?" his father's stern voice echoed the walls of the hall they now stood in. It was only the family members who were present with the servants and the other maids who had scattered back to their servant quarters who couldn't keep quiet but whisper over what might be happening in the mansion right now.

"Proof? What are you asking proof for when I told that she isn't a slave," came out the dull voice from Damien who seemed hardly bothered with Grace who was trying to buy her way out of her punishment.

"You cannot harm Grace without proving your facts of the girl not being a slave," said Lady Fleurance, walking towards them she went to take Grace but Damien moved his hand away from her reach to have Grace walking back.

"Not so soon, mother dear. We aren't done talking so you cannot decide on believing that she is innocent," Damien's eyes blazed in his own anger, a certain amount of madness in there which was spiraling out through his voice and the way he was looking at the older woman who had to stop her hand and retracting it back.

Continuing to defend her daughter, Lady Fleurance turned to look at her husband for support and said, "Everyone heard him buy the girl in the black market. Don't tell me she just decided to be part of it to fool him in buying her for five thousand gold coins. I don't see a logic there that he can even prove that she isn't a slave," turning to face at Damien, she continued, "Show us the lack of slave marking. You know what I will go check it for myself and see the lies you have been spewing. Who knows if you even gave her the irreversible bond?"

Lady Fleurance turned her heel, starting to walk and placing her on feet on the staircase and one hand that was on the railing of the stairs when Damien's loud voice echoed through the hall, to say,

"Take one more step towards where she is and you will have no daughter of your own."