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Sophia's POV

“I insist on helping you, ma'am,” the maid said for the fifth time.

“God, Rosalia, I'm okay. I do not need your help. If I do, I will call you, okay?” I shot her a smile as I dipped the chicken wing in my hand into a bowl of sauce.

“I know, but it's just so uncomfortable seeing you doing all this yourself, ma'am.”

“You find me cooking for myself uncomfortable?”

“Yes, I'm employed to help you with all this,” she added with a bow, which made me almost roll my eyes.

Wealthy folks can be something else. Why employ someone to help you prepare a common snack when you're not an amputee?

I dismissed her and continued preparing my food.

It's been a month since I got married to Ethan, and I have to say living in the same house with him is something I would never wish for my enemy.

Ethan does not want to stay in the mansion with me, but his dad forced him, and that’s more like forcing me into hell.

Ethan hates me, and he doesn't make any attempt to hide it.

Just a day after our wedding, Ethan started bringing home different ladies who wouldn't stop screaming at the top of their voices whenever they started having sex, and I swear it's beginning to get uncomfortable.

He doesn't reply to me whenever I ask a question or, worse, yells at me.

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“Girl, you are too cold, I tell ya, and if you don't show him some craziness, he will continue treating you with no respect,” Lisa said from the other end of the phone call.

“I know… I know.” I heaved a sigh.

“So what's stopping you? Sophia, you can't and shouldn't be gentle all the time, and I know you've got this crazy bitch inside you. I know it—unleash her!” she yelled.

“I'm just scared. What if I confront him and I stutter? What if he just walks away?”

“When you're mad at someone, it's totally okay to stutter. If you stutter, continue anyway, and if he tries to walk away, grab a bowl of ketchup and bathe him with it… ugh!”

She continued her crazy lectures till I had to end the call when I heard the sound of a car engine downstairs.

I swear if Ethan brings any lady home, I will confront him.

I stood at the doorway, waiting for him to step in.

I kept praying silently that the lady with him wouldn't be Vanessa.

I don't know why, but her presence makes me feel small.

And that girl is literally an obsessed psycho.

One night, she came home with Ethan, and girlie barged into my room.

“Hey, sweetheart, it's nice meeting you again.” She smirked.

“Yes, after you tried to ruin my wedding. What are you doing here, by the way?” I was silently proud of my confidence.

“Yes, I tried, and I guess that was a fail—especially when you are just something sold to him. But I promise ya, I will try to shatter this marriage, and this time around, it will be a success.” She winked.

I opened my mouth to say a word, but my brain just went blank.

What the heck?

“Now get up, go downstairs, and prepare me—Vanessa, the original bride to Ethan Blackwood—some hamburger.”

I wanted to slap her face and shout at her to leave my room, but my body betrayed me.

My tongue lay paralyzed in my mouth, and my legs walked straight into the kitchen. Three minutes later, I found myself sweating hard under the air conditioner while making hamburgers for my husband's slut.

I bit my inner cheeks as those memories flashed in.

How Ethan had laughed when he realized it was Vanessa that made me prepare the hamburger.

My heart raced and fell in anger, both at myself for being too lame and at Ethan for not even making an attempt to defend me.

“Welcome home, sir,” Judith, one of the ten maids in the mansion, bowed as she collected his suitcase from him.

Ethan took a quick glance at me before heading upstairs—and guess who didn’t bring a lady home tonight?

ETHAN!

I smirked, happy that I would not have to shout at someone tonight—but I was wrong.

Just when I proceeded to head back to the kitchen, the door creaked open, and walking in like she owned the place was a tall blonde in a very short, tight-fitting green dress.

She gazed at me for a few minutes before walking past me.

Seriously?

I scoffed, and without thinking, I pulled her back by her long hair.

She winced so hard.

“Did you forget manners in the car, or do you just exist without one?” I asked her, and again, I was proud of myself. I was only praying that I maintained the attitude and courage till the end.

“Ow… I… I don't know what you're talking about,” she said.

“You don't just walk into my house without saying hello. And firstly, what are you doing with my husband?” I asked, biting my tongue and hoping Ethan hadn't told her about ‘our marriage situation.’ I think I can vouch for him on that.

“I think your husband deserves to be asked that question, not me. Maybe he found you boring or something.” She rolled her eyes.

I wanted to smack her right on her head, but I decided to mess with her.

Something Lisa would always do!

“Ethan found me boring? Are you even aware of how he worships me?” I asked.

Seriously, Sophia.

I thought she would just laugh at me, call me a joke, and walk upstairs after pushing me—but instead, she stood there, her mouth slightly parted, and that fueled my courage to keep the game going.

“You might wanna close your mouth, honey, or a fly you brought into this mansion in your very cheap fake bag might go in.” If someone ever told me I would say something like this, I swear I would not believe it.

“Don't talk to me in such a manner. If your husband worships you, then why is he cheating on you?” she smirked.

Oh, I'm cooked.

I stood silent, chuckling to myself, unsure of what to say next, but then my mouth went open on its own.

“Men will be men, sweetheart. If only he knew I was home, maybe he would have taken you to a hotel. But I bet he found out, and he’s regretting his mistakes right now. Have you seen him downstairs since he arrived? No. He didn't even come for you… haha.” I laughed, and this time I was praying he wouldn’t show up and ruin all this.

The girl slowly nodded, and she gulped down heavily.

“I… I'm sorry, I’ll just go away,” she said.

“Awwwn, too bad, sweetheart, but I'm a Blackwood, and do you think you can offend a Blackwood and go scot-free?”

Damn, I was really enjoying this!

So this is how it feels?

“W-what are you going to do to me? It's not my fault, after all,” she said, her eyes teary.

I understand why she was scared. The Blackwood family is not a family you ever want to have an issue with. Those psychos can be above the law most times.

“I could have ordered my husband to send some of his bodyguards to teach you some lessons your momma forgot to teach you, but I'm in my merciful wifey era, so just come with me to the kitchen. Rosalia, I see you.” I winked at Rosalia, who had been standing at the corner the whole time. She had turned so red, probably from surprise and holding back her laughter.

The blonde followed me there, and I ordered all the maids doing their duties out. It was dinner time, and as you might have guessed, I made the blonde do every single thing—though it turned out to be a total mess, with her almost burning down the kitchen while frying fish. She also almost flooded the kitchen while doing the dishes.

I just sat in a corner, laughing my ass out and enjoying this brand-new courage while shouting brutal commands.

Just when she was wiping her mess, the moment I feared arrived.

Ethan came thundering down, shouting the name “Linda,” and I needed no one to tell me he was referring to the blonde.

I froze for a second, but that wouldn't save me from the humiliation I was about to face, so I stood up and rushed out of the kitchen.

The blonde—or Linda—was startled; she slipped and fell, but I ignored her, and with Rosalia's help, I ran out of the mansion through the back door.

Even if Ethan would humiliate me, I wouldn't let him do that in the presence of someone I turned into a maid.

I ran into the garden, trying to catch my breath.

“Wow, that was crazy. I'm doing it! I have to tell Lisa this. She would be so proud.” I jumped happily.

But just when I was about to call her—

“SOPHIA! SOPHIA CARTER!” Ethan barked my name.

My phone fell right from my hands. I wanted to run, but my body felt like jelly, and my heart wouldn't stop pumping wildly.