47 Are You Sure I Am Not Adopted?

Frederick chuckled as he said: "Alissia, I know very well how strong you are, and if I did not block that punch just now would have taken my head clean off. Anyway, didn't you want to punch your mother? I will go call her now. She will be happy to receive it."

Alissia pursed her lips. Since the old bastard would call the old witch, then she would wait and see. What she did not understand is how even the one who gave birth to her body would allow the old Alissia to suffer so many years.

As Alissia was waiting for Frederick to come back, in the palace, a young man was sitting on a bench looking out over a man made pond in a daze. "Such an angel…. I wonder if I will ever meet her again…."

"Your highness?" A maid at his side looked at the prince in confusion. Ever since he was beaten up, he had been mumbling about an angel and saying he wanted to meet her again. Although she knew who said angel was, she did not dare say anything to the prince as he would probably not believe her.

"Mel, help me find my angel. She is the only one who can become my princess." Prince Bradan looked up at the maid named Mel with glazed eyes causing her to sigh.

"Your Highness, what about Emilia Dillon? You said the same thing about her." Mel asked, hoping this would jog the stupid prince out of his daze.

"Who cares about unimportant people? If she shows up, just toss her in the dungeon. But find me my angel!" The prince ordered before standing up. Her words did wake the prince up but in the wrong direction.

At Alissia's home, two girls sat in Alissia's bedroom. Prince Fina looked at Millie, who seemed to have grown more beautiful after her night with Alissia, and felt slightly jealous but at the same time curious. "Millie…. Umm…. How was…. Last night?"

Mille blushed and lowered her head. She was unsure if she should say anything, but she did not dare not lie to the princess as she answered: "It was as if I was floating on clouds one second while falling the next only to be lifted up once more. I had never experienced anything like it in my entire life. When you add in how soft and gentle Alissia was, it is something I will never forget."

"That good?" Princess fina's cheeks felt hot. She had touched herself listening to them and even climaxed, but from the sounds of it, the things Alissia did to Millie seemed like a whole nother realm of pleasure.

"Ummm… Fina…" Millie raised her head and looked at Princess Fina. "Why don't you sleep with us tonight? I know you like Alissia, and I know Alissia knows this. Why hold back?"

"I…." Princess Fina blushed from ear to ear. She never thought Millie would be so straightforward with her question. But what she said did make sense. It was just that… "Should I do something like that? I mean, we have just met…. What if….. It's different for the two of you who have known each other all your lives, but for me, it is different. I figured I should take it slow…."

Millie now understood as she bowed her head. "Sorry. I forgot you two have just met but think of it like this. If you really like Alissia, I think time should not matter."

"Maybe you are right…." Princess Fina felt that Millie made sense, but she was still unsure. "I will think about it."

Back inside the Greyworth estate, Alissia stood there waiting for Frederick to come back. After fifteen minutes, Frederick came back with a woman with thick makeup wearing loads of jewelry and a lavish dress walking behind him. Her expression said it all. She was not in a good mood. Once she saw Alissia, her face turned even worse. She pushed past Frederick and stomped her way over to Alissia: "You bitch! How dare you come back to this family! What did you do to your sister!? My poor Mary! She is locked in the dungeon, and it is all your fault!"

"Huh?" Alissia looked at the woman in front of her and then at Frederick and asked: "Old man, who is this walking fashion disaster? I mean, look at her, she wears nothing that matches, and she looks like one of the whores from the red light district."

Frederick choked on air. He had noticed his wife had been putting on way too much makeup lately. "Alissia, this is your mother, Abigail."

"This woman!? You really mean that!?" Alissia turned and looked at Abigail, whose face was red with anger, and then back at Frederick. "How the hell is this thing even close to being related to me? Are you sure she is my mother? She looks worse than the beggar I saw on the streets not long ago. Look how beautiful I am. How is this thing even related to me? Old man, just admit it, you adopted me right?"

"You! You! You!" Abigail raised her hand and pointed at Alissia with eyes full of shock and anger. She wanted nothing more than to kill this little bitch! I

"You, you, what!? Don't talk, your breath stinks!" Alissia held her nose. "Anyways I need a pair of gloves. I can't punch her with so much makeup on her face. My hand will get dirty."

Jill and Billy stared at Alissia in shock. They never expected that this new Big Sister of theirs had such a poisonous mouth.

"You stupid little bitch! You should have died a long time ago!" Abigail yelled out while raising her hand up. She couldn't take it anymore."

"You stupid woman! Put your hand down now!" Frederick would not allow this damn woman to hit the heir of his family!

"You bastard! Why won't you help my lovely Mary out of Jail!? Why are you protecting this bitch!? You should have killed her when we found out she was trash! Only my Mary is worthy of all the good things in life!"