"So wait, you're saying that you and the girls will go stay at a homeless shelter, while me and mother live with your boss?!"

He looked as if he was trying to search for the right words before speaking again. "The reason is, my boss will be lending me money. The only way we can get it, is in return for you guys to help out. Since you're both adults. Your mother will most likely clean and cook, who knows. As far as I've heard, they have a son of 18, and you'll be helping him out"

I stood up angrily and scoffed at him. Helping him out? A kid? You've got to be kidding me! Yes, he was only younger by two years, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm becoming a slave for the kid!

"So, you're telling me, the boss will be giving you money to help out. But in return, me and mother have to become slaves at their house? Sorry, father, but this isn't making any sense!"

"Look, Louis, we don't have any other choice! We're in poverty, for God's sake! How else do you expect us to get the money quick enough?!"

I realised he had a point. We couldn't do much else, and the girls couldn't be in this state for much longer. I decided to just agree with him, and he sent me to pack up to head to their house in the morning.

Once inside my room, I pulled out my phone to call Stan, who was hopefully not busy at the moment. To my dismay, I was wrong. Seeing I had nothing more to do other than pack, that's what I did.

Bloody hell, if that kid tries to slave me into anything, he'll see the end of it!

And with that on my mind, I grabbed everything I could possibly need and shoved them into a suitcase.

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Well, that's a first!

I could practically hear the devil laughing and welcoming me to hell as I looked up at the huge mansion-looking 'house'.

Me and mother were picked up by others who worked for the guy, and dropped off to where we are now. I noticed they were extremely rich, more then imaginable. We had come to London, and rode in many fancy vehicles just to get here. They had a huge garden out back it looked like, and a huge stone walkway with tall, white pillars and a huge fountain. Who was my father working for, the queen of England?!

The people led us inside the house, allowing to help find our way to our separated rooms. Hers was downstairs by the wife of the boss, and mine was upstairs. Going up these stairs, you could still see everything down below them, as it was an open staircase. On the far left of it, led a hallway to the son's room, and to the right led to a hallway to my 'temporary stay' he called it.

He left me to unpack, telling me to do it quickly before 'her lady' arrived home.

I nodded to him, but practically tore my hair out once my door was shut. What is this, some princess movie?! This place is ridiculous, no matter how nice. And what's with 'her lady'? Is she the bloody Queen?!

I was extremely frustrated, if you couldn't already tell.

Soon, I noticed I was done unpacking. As if sensing it, the man came in once again, bringing me downstairs to meet the wife- oh, sorry, her majesty. She should be called it, might as well. They seem to treat her the same way, if not better.

As I stood next to my mother in front of the women, I noticed she was quite pretty for her age, didn't seem to look old enough to have a son of 18.

She explained some rules to us: don't touch this, can't say that, so on. One, which I didn't much care for, was that my mother worked for her, and I realised she wouldn't have much time to speak to me if she works for the royalty.

As if on que with my thoughts, the lady spoke again as she pointed to me. "You, Lewis was it? You will work for my son. If I hear any complaint from or about you, I will make your job here harder. Understood?"

I nodded, deciding not to correct her on my name at the moment.

As she sent me off to do whatever until her son got home, she took my mother with her to go shopping. Don't get it wrong, she's having my mother carry everything she buys.

Realising I was home alone with nothing to do, I decided to look around the house. The back had a beautiful garden filled with flowers of all sorts, and many rare statues and art you'd expect to see at huge museums.

Inside, the place was breathtaking in every way.

Huge kitchen, many rooms, and I've found myself some secret places to hide or move about unnoticed, if ever needed a reason to.

I went down steps, and was lead into the biggest library you've ever seen. Millions of shelves heading both directions and along walls, every space seeming to be taken by books of different kinds.

As I stared in awe, I didn't hear the front door upstairs open. I guess they saw the door down here opened and came curiously, because as I turned around, I was met with a familiar face, but couldn't seem to remember where.

He stared at me with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, obviously not expecting me to be here. I coughed quietly before introduce myself. "Uhm, excuse me. I'm Louis, and I assume you're the son of Mrs. Styles?"

He stared, barely leaving a nod before rushing away the other direction. "w-wait!" I tried hurrying after him, up the stairs, until I was met with his door shutting and locking in my face.

I huffed, blowing some hair out of my face. "Rude lad.. bet he's a spoiled brat, isn't he?" Immediately afterwards, I heard the front door open, and looked to see the wife back home, but her hand in another man's. They smiled to each other as she led him to a different room, giggling. Weird, I thought the husband looked different... Following in suit, in walked in the husband, heading straight for another room with a young girl, keeping eye out that his wife wasn't there.

That's odd... The son seems stuck up, and the parents have an affair on each other.

Something odd to take in all at once, almost seemed as a fairy tale.

"Well, Louis, you'll get used to it soon enough. For now, welcome to another world...."

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