You wake up to the morning light filtering through your curtains. As your eyes adjust, you notice a figure standing at your door. It's Isabella, the maid who had been tricked into working at your family’s mansion. She stands there with a flustered face, her light blue eyes darting around the room.
"Uh...wakey wakey, loser-kun!" *she stammers, her voice a mix of irritation and embarrassment. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks as she fidgets with the hem of her maid uniform, which snugly fits her curvy figure and ample breasts. She shifts nervously from one foot to the other, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Master wants you downstairs for breakfast," she continues, her tone softening slightly. She glances at you briefly before quickly looking away, her discomfort evident.
"D-don't thank me! Just get up already!" she snaps suddenly, her voice tinged with annoyance. Crossing her arms over her chest, she takes a step back, raising her hand defensively.
"Hurry up and get dressed. I'll...I'll be waiting outside to escort you," she mutters, her face flushed with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. She turns on her heel and practically flees the room, her hurried footsteps echoing down the hall.
The room falls silent again as you process the unusual morning encounter.
Me levanto mientras me visto y salgo de mi habitación, donde Isabella me espera
You step out of your room and into the hallway, where Isabella paces anxiously in front of the door. As soon as she sees you, her shoulders slump in relief. She quickly averts her gaze, studying the pattern on the carpet intently. "So...um..." Her voice is soft and meek, a sharp contrast to her usual aggressive demeanor. "Let's go."
Without waiting for you to respond, she turns abruptly and begins walking down the hallway in the opposite direction from where you remember breakfast being served. The nervous energy emanating from her is palpable, causing her to trip over her own feet several times as she moves with awkward haste.
Me acerco a ella mientras la agarró para que no se cai "tranquila, te puedes lastimar" digo mientras la acerco a mi
Without meeting your eyes, she jerks her arm away from your grip. "I-I don't need anyone to help me!" She practically shouts, her face flushing even darker with anger and embarrassment. She takes a deep breath before continuing in a more subdued tone, "Let's just go." As you continue walking side by side down the hallway towards breakfast, she keeps her head bowed, silently kicking herself for losing control earlier.
Me volteo a verla mientras also su mirada "no estés molesta" digo mientras acaricio y aprieto levemente su mejilla
Her eyes widen in shock as you touch her face, instantly tensing up at your gentle caress. "D-don't!" she stammers, instinctively trying to pull away but unable to muster the strength to do so effectively. Her cheeks flush even brighter as she becomes increasingly self-conscious of the attention you're giving her. Her breath hitches in her throat and tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. She's not used to feeling this vulnerable, let alone around someone like you whom she once belittled.
Acaricio su mejilla mientras me acerco y la abrazo mientras llevo su cabeza a mi pecho "tranquila, no llores, sino mi padre se molestará, es muy desgraciado" digo mientras acaricio levemente su cabello
The sensation of your arms around her and your gentle touch on her skin sends shockwaves through Isabella's system. She shudders involuntarily, feeling a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort as she struggles to process these new feelings. Her chest heaves with each labored breath, but no tears fall from her eyes; instead, they burn hot against her eyelids.
Slowly, reluctantly, she relaxes into the embrace, finally allowing herself to melt into you and find solace in your touch. As you caress her hair and speak soft words of reassurance, a sense of calm begins to wash over her. It's an odd sensation, one that feels both familiar and foreign at the same time. For now, she decides to simply enjoy it...while it lasts.
Mientras nos separamos, llegamos a la mesa, donde está mi madrastra y mi papá "eres una inútil, no puedes hacer nada bien, sirvienta inservible, de emvalde te pagamos" dice mientras Isabella se pone triste y sentimental, entonces la abrazo mientras oculto su rostro, mientras confronto a mi madrastra "ella no tiene la culpa, ella estaba haciendo su trabajo" digo mientras defiendo a Isabella
Taken aback by your words of defense and the reassuring embrace, Isabella struggles to form a coherent response. "I-I'm sorry, master," she stammers through tear-filled eyes, her voice barely audible over the sound of her sniffling. She doesn't dare meet your parents' gazes, instead focusing on her lap as she tries to regain control over her emotions. The gentle pressure of your arms around her feels like a safe haven in this storm of judgment and harsh words.
"dejala en paz" le digo a mi madrastra mientras me alejo con Isabella hacia la sala mientras la abrazo, llegamos a la sala e Isabella rompe en llanto
You wrap your arms around her tightly as she sobs into your chest. The weight of her tears and the desperation in her voice make it difficult for you to breathe, but somehow, it only strengthens your resolve to protect her. "Shhh...it's okay," you whisper, stroking her hair gently as you guide her towards the sitting room.
Once inside, you sit down on a plush couch and pull Isabella onto your lap. She buries her face in your neck, clinging to you like a lifeline. Her entire body trembles with every sob that racks through her frame. You hold her close, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance until her tears begin to subside. Only then does she lift her head, wiping at her tear-streaked cheeks with shaking hands.
"T-th... thanks," she manages between hiccu
"no le hagas caso, solo es muy enojona, verás que con el tiempo dejará de tratarte así" digo mientras apartó su cabello de su cara húmeda por las lágrimas y los coloco tras su oreja
Glancing up at you through tear-stained lashes, she manages a small smile. "Y-you're right...they d-don't understand..." Her voice trails off as her fingers absently trace patterns on your chest. The warmth and comfort of your embrace are addicting; she doesn't want to leave this safe haven, even though she knows she should.
"I...I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there for me," she whispers, her cheeks flushing anew at the admission. "Th-thank you..."
Le sonrió levemente mientras acaricio su mejilla secando una lágrima suelta "ahora imagínate sufrir con ella durante 15 años" digo mientras recuerdo como me trataba cuando era más chico
The words hang heavily in the air as she meets your gaze. Her expression turns dark and stormy; a mix of shame, anger, and guilt twisting her features. "I...I was a bitch," she whispers hoarsely, looking away again. "But I-I've changed." She pauses, mustering up the courage to continue. "And if you give me another chance, if you let me prove myself...I'll never treat you like that again. I swear it."
Her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes filled with determination and sincerity. For the first time since she stepped foot in this mansion, you believe that perhaps there might be hope for redemption after all.
Acaricio su mejilla mientras seco otra lágrima "tu no eres una perra, y confío en ti" digo mientras le sonrió levemente
Her lips part in surprise at your words and gentle touch; it's the first time anyone has ever shown her this kind of compassion and understanding. "T-th... thank you," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion. She reaches up to wipe away a stray tear before giving you a tentative smile. "I promise I won't disappoint you again."
Acerco su cabeza a mi pecho mientras acaricio su cabello
Leaning into your chest, she closes her eyes, finally able to find some peace in this chaotic world. She breathes deeply, savoring the warmth and safety that radiates from you. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice little more than a whisper as she nestles closer, content for now to simply bask in your presence.
Pasa un rato y Isabella se levanta mientras yo me levanto también "tengo que salir a trabajar con mi papá, suerte con mi madrastra" digo mientras tomo mi chaqueta y sigo a mi papá que está afuera
As you leave for work with your father, she watches you go, a mix of emotions playing across her features. A sense of gratitude and relief washes over her at the realization that you've given her a second chance, but it's tempered by fear and uncertainty about what the future holds. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before turning to face the rest of her day with renewed determination. "Thank you," she whispers softly under her breath. "I won't let you down this time."
Mientras pasa el tiempo, mi madrastra trata mal a Isabella y la insulta constantemente, Isabella mientras limpiaba la sala, mi madrastra tiro una taza de café sobre el sofá intencionalmente mientras dice "apúrate a limpiar niña" dice mi madrastra mientras Isabella trata de contener las lágrimas que están acumuladas en sus ojos
Clenching her fists at the hurtful words and careless act, Isabella's body tenses as tears well up in her eyes once more. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm and composed despite the pain she feels inside. Her voice shakes with barely contained anger as she responds coolly, "I-I am doing my best, madam."
Without waiting for a reply or further provocation, she turns her attention back to cleaning the spill on the sofa, using every ounce of strength not to lash out in frustration. Despite her efforts, tears continue to trickle down her cheeks as she works quietly in the background.
Mientras Isabella barría la cocina, mi madrastra tiro una maceta intencionalmente para seguir molestando a Isabella "lo siento niña, ahora ponte a limpiar y rápido" dice mi madrastra mientras Isabella trata de contenerse
Tears stream down her face uncontrollably as she kneels on the floor, struggling to clean up the shattered pieces of the vase. Her fists clench and release, fighting against the urge to lash out at her tormentor. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with sobs that echo through the empty kitchen.
With all of her strength, she scrubs at a spot on the floor where some dirt refuses to budge, determined to prove her worth despite everything being thrown at her. Her shoulders shake violently as silent tears continue to fall, mingling with the dust and debris around her.
Mientras Isabella llevaba ropa limpia, mi madrastra le puso el pie y Isabella se tropezó y cayó muy feo contra el suelo "que inútil eres, no sabes ni caminar, eres una inservible" dice mi madrastra casi gritando, mientras Isabella yace en el suelo
Pain radiates through her body as she hits the ground hard, the breath knocked out of her lungs in a sharp gasp. Tears cloud her vision, making it difficult to see where she's lying; all she can do is writhe on the floor, clutching at her side in agony. Her chest heaves as she struggles for air, each breath sending fresh waves of pain shooting through her ribcage.
Through tears and shallow gasps, she manages to mumble, "I'm sorry... so s-sorry..." over and over again, unable to muster the strength to defend herself or fight back. The only thing keeping her going is the knowledge that she has you in her corner now - someone who believes in her despite everything. With this thought burning brightly in her mind, she finally finds the determination to push past the pain and rise once more.
Entonces llegó mientras veo a Isabella en el suelo y mi madrastra regañando la, entonces me dirijo hacia Isabella mientras la ayudo a levantarse y la abrazo mientras confronto a mi madrastra "porque no la ayudaste..." Digo mientras la rodilla de Isabella empieza a sangrar por una razpada "eres una bruja" le digo a mi madrastra mientras levanto a Isabella entre mis brazos y la llevo a su habitación
As you approach her, she clings to you desperately, tears streaming down her face as she tries to gather what little strength remains. "Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely against your chest, barely able to speak past the sobs that wrack her body. Her knee feels warm and sticky where it's been cut; blood pools at her feet, staining the pristine floorboards red.
She looks up at you through tear-streaked lashes as you lead her away from their wrath. For the first time since she arrived here, hope begins to flicker to life within her chest, burning brightly despite the pain and suffering that still surrounds her. "I'm sorry," she manages to get out between hiccups. "For everything."
Llegamos a su habitación mientras la recuesto en su cama y atiendo su herida mientras Isabella rompe en llanto
She tries to wipe her face dry, but the tears come too fast; they blur her vision and make it difficult to see anything clearly. Finally, she gives up, laying her head back against the pillow and letting out a shuddery sigh as you clean and bandage her knee. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, still clutching at your shirt like a lifeline. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying; streaks of dirt and mascara mar her pale skin.
A pause. Then, hesitantly: "Can I ask... why did you help me?"
"porque no te mereces esto" digo mientras la termino de vendar y le quitó su gorro de mucama
Her brow furrows as she ponders your words, trying to understand what makes you see her in such a way. It's clear that your trust and kindness are foreign to her; they pierce through the layers of hurt and anger she's built up over the years like nothing else. Finally, she finds the courage to meet your gaze and asks softly, "Can I earn it?"
Le sonrió mientras acaricio su mejilla secando algunas lágrimas, me inclino mientras la abrazo "lamento no haber estado para cuidarte"
Her lips part slightly in surprise as you embrace her and wipe away the last of her tears. "Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, clinging to you for a moment before taking a shaky breath. "I'll do whatever it takes...to earn your trust, I promise." Her voice is raw with emotion; the pain and determination in her eyes unmistakable. She means every word.
"tu tienes mi confianza por completo, ahora descansa, estás muy cansada" digo mientras trato de alejarme pero Isabella me abraza con todas sus fuerzas evitando que me vaya
She burrows deeper into your embrace, refusing to let you go. Her grip is surprisingly strong, considering how weak she feels; it's almost as if she needs this connection now more than ever. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely, tears threatening to spill anew. "Don't leave me alone."
Her words are barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears, but they carry enough weight to stop you cold. For now, there is no doubt in your mind that she needs you; whether it's for comfort or protection, it doesn't matter. You remain where you are, wrapping your arms around her and offering whatever strength you have left. "Shhh... I'm not going anywhere," you whisper into her ear, holding her close as she finally begins to drift off to sleep.
Ella se queda dormida, entonces su agarre se suelta, mientras me apartó y la cubro con las sábanas, mientras yo me recuesto en su pequeño sofá que está al lado de su cama
Soft snores fill the air as you tuck her in more comfortably and nestle down onto the small sofa beside her bed. For now, she is finally at peace; safe from harm and surrounded by your gentle presence. Closing your eyes, you drift off to sleep yourself, content to remain here until morning should she need you again.
Pasa la noche y llega la mañana, me despierto temprano, entonces cocino un desayuno, mientras subo y lo coloco en su mesita de café mientras Isabella sigue durmiendo profundamente
The smell of breakfast fills the air as you set out a simple meal on her nightstand. Despite her exhaustion, your thoughtfulness touches something deep inside her; a tiny flicker of hope begins to grow, slowly but surely chasing away the shadows that have haunted her for so long. Her dreams are filled with fleeting memories of kindness and understanding; in them, you're always there, offering comfort and support whenever she needs it most.
As morning dawns outside her window, she finally stirs awake, stretching languidly before sitting up and blinking around groggily. Her gaze falls upon the small breakfast tray on her nightstand; a slow smile spreads across her features as realization dawns. "You... you didn't have to do this," she murmurs, still half-asleep.
Her voice is thick with emotion, and your heart ski
Me levanto mientras le acerco el desayuno "no te levantes, tu rodilla aún está muy débil" digo mientras con un tenedor le acerco un poco de comida a la boca, como avioncito
"Oh... t-thank you," she mumbles around a mouthful of food, her cheeks already beginning to flush with color as you feed her like a child. It's an oddly intimate moment; one that feels both familiar and foreign at the same time. Her fingers fumble with the spoon in her hands, unsure what to do or how to act now that she has someone looking out for her. But despite the awkwardness, there's something comforting about it, too.
"I-I didn't mean for you to... you know," she stammers after a moment, eyes darting away from yours as she struggles with her words. "I just wanted to help."
"tranquila, estás haciendo bien tu trabajo, solo te humilla por diversión" digo mientras me refiero a mi madrastra
A single tear trails down her cheek as she listens to your words, relief washing over her in waves. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything." Her hand finds yours where it rests on the bed, giving it a squeeze of gratitude before letting go again. She takes a deep breath and meets your gaze head-on for the first time since this all began; determination sparkling in her eyes like stars on a moonless night.
"I'm going to make it up to you," she vows, voice steady despite the lump forming in her throat. "I promise."
"no tienes que hacerlo, no es necesario" digo mientras la vuelvo alimentar con un avioncito con la cuchara
"No," she says softly, shaking her head. "I need to." Her voice is firm now, resolute despite the uncertainty that still lingers in the back of her mind. "I'll find a way to make it right... for both of us." There's an almost desperate strength in those words; a determination that you can feel deep in your bones, and it gives you hope where there was only despair before.
With a small smile, she takes another bite of food, savoring the taste before speaking again. "But for now... thank you. Truly." Her fingers curl around yours, holding on tight as if afraid you might vanish at any moment; her eyes never leave yours, searching for some kind of reassurance in their depths.
Le sonrió levemente mientras tomo la cuchara y le acerco un poco de comida, como avioncito
A soft chuckle escapes her lips as you feed her like a child. She finds it oddly comforting; the simple act of sharing food and companionship, despite everything that's happened between them. Her gaze drifts away for a moment, taking in the peacefulness of her room, the warmth of the bed where she should feel safe but doesn't. But with you here, she begins to realize that perhaps there is hope for happiness after all - even if it comes wrapped in an unexpected package like yourself.
Smiling up at you, she says softly, "I think... I could get used to this."