FATED TO THE RUDE ALPHA TWINS

Carla's POV

I wriggled on the bed in pain and kept cursing to myself. The room smelt of blood and foul odor. I should take care of my room tomorrow. I hardly have time for myself without taking care of my room. My room looks more like a cell, a dungeon. It is at the far end of the corner of the mansion, upstairs. A small bed was placed beside a wall and the size of the room wasn't big like the typical rich rooms. A toilet, not so fashionable, was in the room.

It's obvious that this place wasn't built for a room initially but for a cell for prisoners. I've been living in this room for ten years and it's part of me. I made sure it's always clean to get rid of any foul odors. The odor was due to how not so ventilated the room is. It has a small window facing the garden. The room was always hot in the afternoon and warm during the cold.

I've been an Omega maid in the Smith's mansion, the residence of the Alpha and Luna for eight years. I was sold by my aunt when I was ten years old to the Smith's. The Alpha and Luna needed someone to work for them as a domestic maid for a one-time payment and it must be a child who would go up to get used to the environment she found herself. They didn't want an adult because such wouldn't accept a one-time payment but monthly salary which they might have seen as a liability to them. I was traded for money by a greedy aunt. My parents died when I was a baby so I know nothing of them nor do I remember anything about them, I haven't been told by my aunt before. I spent my childhood with my aunt before I was sold to the Smith's. I was treated as an outcast in my aunt's house likewise here. My life has been hell here. They treat me like trash because I'm a maid. An ordinary maid. They do not fail to remind me that I am an ordinary maid and not up to their standard.

I've been cleaning and taking care of the entire estate for years likewise cooking. I clean their rooms and wash their toilets and I could swear that their rooms are bigger than mine. I live in a cell. A typical prison! I do the dishes and laundry. The work of thousands of maids was given to me!

I bit my lips as I held tears from falling. I know I've been strong, been strong for too long and I will keep being strong. I broke a plate today while cooking and I got the beating of my life from my mistress. This is not the first time I have gotten beatings and I know it won't be the last.

I raised my upper body up sluggishly and pulled out the first aid