Chapter 8

Hera.

"So which one of them is worse?" I asked, heaving as I stretched my left leg out behind me, and bending my right leg in front of me.

Adela was breathing steadily as she turned her head to look at me. "What?" She questioned.

"Ares and his siblings. Which one of them is worse?" I asked.

Today was day five of living here. Ares left the country for some kind of business two days ago, leaving me behind. Adela had been staying over since then. And She woke me up as early as seven, this morning, just to work out with her.

Of course, we weren't in the house, but by the large pool behind the house, that I absolutely hand no idea was there. The guards weren't at this part of the house, probably at Adela's request.

She and I hadn't left the house yesterday, but today, she decided we stepped out and I realized that the compound was crawling with guards. Stoic faced, huge, guards. Probably because of the kind of person my husband was. And the kind of popularity I was gaining these