Bound by Revenge, Saved by Love

AdaI've spent years preparing for this moment, but standing in the grand foyer of the family who destroyed mine, I wonder if I'm truly ready to play the role of the dutiful maid."This way, Miss Johnson," the housekeeper, Mrs. Danes, says to me as we continue through the house. Well, it's more of a palace, but whatever."Your work will be done on this lower part of the house," she informs me as she looks over her shoulder at me through her thin, round glasses. "You'll need a valid reason if you're found upstairs. You're expected to follow your schedule strictly, as any deviation will lead to you being asked to leave. Do you understand?""Yes, Mrs. Danes," I reply shyly, but even that is an act. I'm going to have to find a way to make it upstairs because I'll have to look into the face of Reynold Loxley, the man who killed my father and brother many years ago, ruining my life forever.She continues showing me around, telling me to do this and that, and explaining how they want things

MaximilianI have to admit that I feel like shit for having fired that woman when she's the only reason why I'm breathing properly today.If Sammy had drowned in that pool, I'd rain hell down on all those fucking incompetent people. There wouldn't be a single person left standing to tell the story. I dismissed her like she was nothing, only for her to end up saving my nephew minutes later, a boy who means the world to me. I can't take the image of her soaking wet with water pooling at her feet from my mind. Her gaze was steady, and to make matters worse, she hadn't looked at me with resentment. I only saw exhaustion in them, and that made me feel small. Smaller than I ever have in my entire life. Edmund has his arms around my sister, and he's whispering comforting words to her. She's a mess. Then again, I don't blame her. I had a few meetings today, but I've since had them rescheduled. Sammy almost drowning took a toll on us, and things haven't been easy since my father's cancer dia

MaximilianAs I watch my sister rise from the table and head tired the maid who saved Sammy’s life, I have to admit that I feel anger stirring in my gut. If someone were to ask me, I wouldn’t be able to explain why it is that I feel this way about her. Whenever I catch a glimpse of her face, I get annoyed. It’s not that I’m not grateful that my nephew’s life was spared; it’s something else entirely. Something that runs deeper than logic and simple explanations. Beside me, Edmund snickers, and as I turn my head to stare at him. He’s shaking his head as he watches me over the rim of his coffee cup and says, “Still bothered by the maid? Seriously, Max. What are you, twelve? You’re treating her like she’s your new rival at the school’s playground.”His words worsen my irritation, and I sneer at him. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”“Or is it that you’re annoyed that you find her so striking?” he muses. “There’s nothing striking about her,” I retort dryly while pickin

AdaBy the time I get home, I'm beyond exhausted, both physically and mentally. It took everything for me to stay calm and not barge into that office to look for potential information. I don't expect it to be easy, but I'm counting on the fact that they won't hide things too well because they don't expect anyone to look?Also, I've been thinking a lot about the things that happened and my interactions with the family and the staff. Mr. Loxley, Reynold's son, is onto me. He eyes em suspiciously, and that's not good. I'll need time if I'm going to make a groundbreaking discovery, and I can't have people suspecting me on the second day. Mr. Manney is being weird, that's for sure. I didn't like the way he looked at me, or how he touched me before he walked away. As for Sheila, well, she's not a threat to me. She's just some psycho with way too many delusions in her head. Though, I'm honestly wondering what gave her the courage to walk up to me and say such a thing. Is she really that s

AdaI’ve never really had an enemy before, so this whole experience with Sheila is very new to me. Of course, there’s Reynold Loxley, but he’s never been an active enemy, if that makes sense. I’ve never looked the man in the eyes in my life. I’ve hated him from a distance, so it’s different to what I’m experiencing now with this delusional woman who somehow thinks I’m going to steal her opportunity to be Maximilian Loxley’s wife. At least, that’s the impression I have of her. She’s a bit on the crazy side, and although I find it concerning, life has taught me that it’s the people you’re less concerned about that are the problem. I can’t see how she would jeopardize my future here. Plus, what were my options, exactly? Playing along with her? Promising her that I’d do as she says?Nope. Not an option. So, I keep my head low and try not to be too excited about the fact that I’ll be cleaning the office today. I could find some valuable information that could help me uncover the truth.