Belladonna

"You are my poisonous flower, my Bella Donna," he said softly, his hands wrapped around hers as he looked at her from her seat. He was kneeling on the floor, kissing her fingers and singing her praises.

"How many times will you sing me praises each day?" she giggled.

He smiled softly, "As much as long as it pleases you."

"Ever heard of the "don't do that, there's a kid here" phrase or the "privacy" word?"

Narcester looked at the young child, her arms crossed and her forehead creased. "Besides, I'm having time here with mama Yanna," she said.

His eyebrows raised and turned to look at Avyanna, she was looking at him with a perplexed expression as he gazed back at the young child. "Mama Yanna?"

He stared at the kid intently, glaring at her. The kid raised her head and spoke with proof in her voice. "Why? You don't have an endearment with your wife? Sucks to be you, I guess."

He scowled at the kid, "You brat..." he said, attempting to raise a heavy hand on the girl. The girl covered her face as she smirked.

"Narcester..." Avyanna said softly.

He sighed heavily and stood up. He moved toward the dining table at a fast pace and bothered not to speak. The girl chuckled seeing his behavior and Avyanna peeked at her with a pleasant smile.

"Tsk..." he said underneath her voice.

He sat at the table with a scowl on his face, chewing on his lunch.

The girl returns to sit on Avyanna's lap and continues to get her attention. Narcester continued to steal glances from them from time to time as his face created more of an irked countenance.

He immediately stood up and stormed out of the mansion once his lunch break had come to pass.

Avyanna scratched her head in confusion, she was baffled by the sudden change of mood. Right, she can't just relieve herself, Narcester is still a mystery for her. A maze that is hard to figure out, there are plenty of routes but it all just leads to conversions and nothing will surface rightful. No matter how one spins round and round his maze, no one will ever figure out what he is thinking.

"That brat..." he muttered to himself, Myrto looked at the mirror as it reflected Narcester's face.

His annoyed expression was intriguing for him, he would always see him irked but this time his expression was different.

By the afternoon, Nafeli, the girl, jolted after hearing a sound from the car. She ran outside and to the porch, peeking in the gates.

A woman stepped out of a white Tesla, she was wearing a coat shaded khaki and a white dress underneath. She wore sunglasses as an accessory and stained white heels.

She hovered her eyes around the mansion as she nodded with satisfaction. Avyanna followed slowly out the door, she held onto the frame on the side and wondered who was by the gates.

"Mom?" the woman called.

After a few moments, Mrs. Stawarski went her way to the gates from the garden and looked at Avyanna with a bow. "I apologize, ma'am."

She opened the door as the woman smiled to hug her. the human stepped two steps back and her face instantly expressed disgust for the woman.

Avyanna slowly went down the porch steps and approached the gates. She peeked at the woman, Mrs. Stawarski turned to her. "Ma'am, I apologize again."

"No, no, it's fine." Avyanna raised her browse and slowly pointed at the woman who creased her forehead at her.

Mrs. Stawarski immediately answered as she looked at the woman's evil gazes. "S-she's my daughter—"

The old woman coughed with an awkward atmosphere. Her eyes slightly tremble and redeemed her words back to her mouth.

"I meant she's Nafeli's mother." she bowed her head low.

Avyanna's brows raised at her, Nafeli tossed herself onto the woman and wrapped her hands around her as she giggled. She pushed the girl away and waved her hand by her nose. "Get inside the car, Nafeli, you smell like the garden."

Nafeli's eyes saddened.

She slumped her shoulders down and was unlikely to get inside the car. The elegance arose from her posture as she waved her hand for a shake. "Caitlin Terra, top actress of Georgia Productions. Who must you be?"

She slipped her sunglasses down and peeked at her, "Low life..." she said under her breath.

"C-Caitlin..." Mrs. Stawarski stuttered. The woman raised her brows at her as Mrs. Stawarski gently rubbed her hands.

"I-I mean, Ms. Terra, we shouldn't..."

Avyanna raised her hands and smiled gently at the gardener. "It's fine, Mrs. Stawarski."

She shook her hands, brows raised from both their faces, "Nice to meet you..."

They both flung their hands back to their behind and rub them their skirts, she raised her eyebrows and creased her forehead. "Georgia Productions, you say?"

Caitlin raised her chin high, with pride that rushed from within her, "Heard about it?"

Avyanna nodded, "Who wouldn't?"

The tension between both is rather suffocating. It was hard to breathe, especially for Mrs. Stawarski on the front line. Avyanna crossed her arms and looked at her with a boastful grin.

"Of course, it's only below Thaddeus Studios and Klein Entertainment, who wouldn't know the 'third', just the 'third' entertainment company worldwide." 

Caitlin's eyes lit with anger, her fists clenched, "I'm contracted with that company. I guess your low life is just nothing compared to the line. I might even reckon that you're just a maid of this household. It doesn't seem to me you'd fit as it's the owner." she scoffed.

Avyanna forcefully giggled. "Oh, me?" she scoffed and sarcastically added. "Nothing, I'm just, really nobody."

"I knew you were..." Mrs. Stawarski's eyes became worrisome. Nafeli peeked from the car window clueless about what is currently happening.

"You might just as well back off, lowlife."

A car door slammed and the sound was the read, Narcester approached them, his hands in his pockets as he spoke. "What are you doing to my wife?"

His head raised high.