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Chapter 73

Author: Her Majesty in Red
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-30 20:59:09

AUGUSTUS

The air in my office was thick before she even stepped in. The maid, poor girl, trembled so violently I could see the fear in every muscle. She carried the tea tray like it was a bomb ready to explode, and with one careless breath, it did. The cups toppled, spilling their contents across the polished mahogany, the porcelain shattering with a sharp, hateful crack that echoed like a warning. I did not move at first; I only stared, my gaze piercing enough to make her body fold in half.

“Do you want to die right now?” I demanded, my voice low, controlled, but dangerous enough to freeze her blood.

She dropped to her knees, bowing her head until it nearly touched the floor. “I… I-I’m sorry! So sorry! I didn’t mean—”

“Get out,” Marcus said smoothly, his voice cutting through her apologies like a scalpel. He chuckled under his breath, the sound casual, effortless, but with a menace that made my skin crawl.

The maid froze, looking to me for permission, her eyes wide with terror. I did
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