Hope that the change in povs is not hard to read.
AMBER I tilted my head, intrigued. He pressed a blue book’s spine, causing it to slide back like a button. The bookshelf rattled, revealing a concealed door. Ray turned the gold-plated doorknob twice in opposite directions, unlocking it with a click. The door creaked open. My jaw dropped as I pe
AMBER Blood pounded in my ears. Why was he here? How had he even entered? Uncle took a daunting step forward, and I instinctively pressed my hand against the wall, feeling the cold sweat rolling down my forehead. No, this couldn’t be happening. It had to be some sort of illusion. He held the belt
AMBER I walked alongside the maid through the hallways of the servant quarters, feeling many inquisitive eyes on my back. The girl’s expression seemed cautious as she glanced around. “My lady, you shouldn’t have come here. This area is for the lower ranks. The higher-ups rarely enter this area. N
I massaged my throbbing temples, frustration surging within me. Why did this world have to be so unjust for people like us? Those born into privilege seemed to get away with anything and everything. “No one saw you?” Sylvia shook her head, her voice hushed. “The Masters are usually preoccupied, a
AMBER A small smile tugged at my lips, though my heart felt heavy hearing her words. My instincts told me that I was going to face challenges the moment I set foot in this pack. “I really appreciate your concern, Sylvia. It's known that not everyone here is going to be friendly towards me. If I ne
He reached out, his fingers entwined with mine, and gently pulled me closer. My brows shot up when I realized he was taking me to the bed. The bed we would share. Oh, Goddess! My cheeks flamed up. I forgot that we were a married couple and would be sharing a bed every day. Raymond settled on one
AMBER Where could he have gone? I slipped out of bed, clutching my night robe as I scanned the dim room for any sign of him. “He’s not here,” a familiar voice echoed, and it startled me. My gaze snapped to the source of the voice, and there stood Abby, just a few steps away. She was clad in the sa
I sipped from the glass, its coolness soothing my nerves, if only temporarily. Despite the water, my heart still raced, her cruel laughter replaying like a broken record. The dream had felt so real, so vivid that it had briefly blurred with reality. “You were calling my name and crying. Was it abou