Little Trust

"How could I marry myself like that? I am such a fool! Why the hell am I so daring?" Brianna bit her nails while constantly nagging herself.

Brianna felt like a prisoner. Her rights to work and freedom were restricted. She could not contact anyone or use her social media accounts.

"Bastard!" Brianna threw her cell phone on the floor in frustration. She was like a free bird- Never in her whole life was she stuck in this predicament.

"What am I going to do in this empty house? Should I talk to the walls like a mania, which I am not?" Brianna walked around the lush living room.

At that time, Brianna heard a knock on the door and turned around to meet an old lady.

"Mistress!" The old lady bowed her head slightly to show her due respect.

"Pardon? Who are you?" Brianna blinked her amber eyes in confusion. As far as she knew, Satan never had a female maid.

"Mistress, I am Master Satan's old servant. I have served him since he was young. You can call me Aunt Jule." The old smiled kindly