LOGINThe haughty Oliver scoffed openly at Victor's words while the rest of the room fell into a suffocating silence. Even the servants standing by the walls lowered their heads, too afraid to breathe too loudly after hearing the tone Victor had used.Only Oliver, however, seemed delighted by it.He stepped forward lazily, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other brushed dust from his sleeve as though Victor's warning had been beneath him. Then, as if he had suddenly remembered the funniest joke in the world, he let out a sharp laugh that cracked through the silence."Who am I?" Oliver repeated mockingly. "I'm certainly not some defective creature like you."A few faces in the crowd paled immediately."But perhaps no one told you yet," Oliver continued with a grin, pacing slowly around the table like a wolf circling prey. "This house does not belong to you. And even if it is, do you think you are someone with such a high position that you could force anyone into your bidding?" He cli
Jane stared deep into Annie’s eyes and the latter’s anger slowly faded away the longer she stared into them. Though Jane didn’t know how she looked right now to others, the truth was her gaze had deepened so much that Annie’s anger turned into fear.It happened so gradually that Annie herself couldn’t tell the exact moment everything changed. One second she was glaring at Jane with open hostility, ready to throw another insult, and the next her own breathing had become uneven.Something was strange about Jane’s gaze and that was something Annie couldn’t figure out at first. The way those eyes darkened, the way those facial expressions turned dull, it’s as if the person before her was no longer a human, rather an unnatural creature pretending to be one.There was no hatred in those eyes.No anger.No annoyance.That was what terrified Annie the most.It was the complete absence of emotion, as though she was looking into something ancient that simply observed her existence without judgm
But seeing her suddenly fall silent and pretend she had nothing more to say, Victor looked distinctly displeased. One of his brows slowly rose while his face settled into an openly judgmental expression, as though he were the one most offended by her little act. His fingers began tapping lightly against the wooden table in a slow, rhythmic tick... tock... tick... tock..., each quiet tap making the growing silence inside the office feel increasingly uncomfortable."If you have nothing else to do," Victor finally said, "then leave."For a brief moment, the words visibly struck Vanessa. Jane caught the subtle flicker immediately. The confidence that had been sitting comfortably upon the woman's face faltered ever so slightly before she quietly composed herself again. She lowered her eyes toward the floor, took a small breath, then briefly glanced toward Jane before finally returning her attention to Victor."I wanted to," Vanessa replied evenly, "but... haven't you heard it from your fat
"It doesn't.. sound like a loving marriage." Jane couldn't help but say it aloud, unable to stop herself from voicing the thought. She wanted to see what Victor had to say, expecting perhaps a frown or a quiet denial, only to find him smiling instead. Not a wide smile, but one that looked oddly amused, as though he had been waiting for someone to reach that conclusion."I did think they were in love," Victor tapped his finger on the book and hummed thoughtfully before continuing, "the fact is, my father love to chase and my mother knew that better than anyone else. To keep him under her lash, what she had to do was to show she would never become his own."Jane blinked slowly, trying to understand those words. It sounded contradictory, yet somehow it also made a strange kind of sense when she imagined the two people he was describing."That means your mother had planned everything?" She asked carefully as she wondered if there is anyone in the world who would allow themselves to be loc
In the morning, Jane went to eat alongside the other maids in the servant dining hall. Although she was eating there, it didn't mean that she was with the maids or that they had somehow come to accept her as one of them. Instead, it was quite the opposite.The maids, whether it was under Annie's orders or simply because they had all fallen under her influence, none of them wanted to come anywhere near Jane. The seats surrounding her remained noticeably empty despite the dining hall being crowded with servants. Conversations that had been lively only moments before would gradually quiet down whenever she walked past, and if by chance someone happened to sit close to her, they would eventually find an excuse to move somewhere else. Without throwing insults or exchanging harsh words, they had managed to isolate her from everyone else in the manor.At first, the treatment had bothered Jane. Every meal felt awkward, and every silent glance or deliberate avoidance reminded her that she did
Although she had let out quite a lot of grumbles throughout the day, if she were being truthful, what Victor had done for her was no different from teaching. It was something she had always longed for but had never possessed the privilege to receive. While other children learned from parents, tutors, or kind strangers willing to spare a little time, she had spent most of her life watching from the sidelines, convinced that education belonged only to people born into better circumstances than her.She couldn't tell whether Victor was helping her because there truly was a trace of goodwill hidden somewhere beneath his cold exterior, or because he was simply bored and found amusement in extending mercy whenever it suited him. Perhaps it was neither. Perhaps he merely found her useful enough to invest his time in. Whatever his reason was, she could not bring herself to reject it.Either way, Jane spent the entire day buried in the books Arnold had lent her regarding mental illnesses. She
The butler pulled from his pocket a jingling sound of metals. She looked to saw the large circular metal that had keys all around the place, jingling in a different color. He seemed to be a little flustered as he tried to choose from between the keys the one that was by far the brightest streak of
Day or night, Jane couldn't tell anymore. All she know was that she had been moved from one place to another. Sometimes alone in a carriage or with so many people in a room. For some reason, her eyes were kept tied with the cloth with no one ever letting her open her eyes at all. But for now, she s
"Once you're done over here, go do the rest of the laundry from the East Wing."The old bigger callously pushed the mono glass from his left eyes in place and stared at the paper board in front of him as he demanded his task towards Jane.Jane didn't feel small with the obvious condescending attitu
“Where are you?”The sound of thunder shook Jane’s trembling body even worse. She was already cold from the rain soaking through her clothes, dripping down her skin, and that gentle voice made it worse. Like a snake's, his voice slithered through the air, coaxing, as if he was simply trying to lure







