เข้าสู่ระบบLESLIE'S POVElara pushed away from the door and turned to me, her face drawn in a frown. “Have you forgotten that this is my house? The both of you barged in here without any prior notice and you think it is okay to nitpick about how I act?" I hated to admit it but she was right. "I'm sure she will be out soon after finding something to wear. I heard you enter her bedroom whenever you go to her house too.”"You think I want to be there at all?” She scoffed. "If not for that damn hierarchy in the society, you think I want to suck up to all those women and run errands for them? Don't fucking piss me off. I've been to Dalia’s house ten times and this is the first time she's here. Do you understand how I feel now?” “We will be out of your hair when she's out," I assured her.“Stop acting like a good person too." She looked away. “You're as terrible as they are, if not worse. At least they were born into money. You lord it over me simply because you married a rich man. It is nauseating
LESLIE’S POVI held mum's hand as we left the hospital. It was the first day of her therapy session and even though I was only allowed to stay with her briefly, my heart ached for what she had to go through.I blinked up at the sun and smiled. The weather was gradually getting cold so it was nice to finally see it so high up in the sky.“Mum." I pulled her closer. “Rather than go home now, why don't we take a walk? The weather is quite nice today." She hummed, preferring to stare at the designs of her dress rather than look at me.“Off we go then." I pulled her with me gently. We walked to a nearby market and I looked at her regularly to see if she was scared but she just looked around in awe. I searched the stalls before finding a book shop so I turned to her. “Mum, you loved journaling a lot, do you remember? You told me that it was the best escape out of the mind so you even bought a little one for me when I was ten." “Journal?" She asked.“Yes," I nodded and walked to the shop
CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains a depiction of sexual assault/rape and trauma. Please take care of yourself while reading. If this subject is difficult or triggering for you, it is okay to skip this chapter.SAINT’S POVMy eyes stayed trained on the ground while Leslie waited for me to start speaking. I clenched my hands, willing myself to stay in the present. I didn't want to go back there, I didn't want to picture it happening all over again.“Saint—”"I met Diana at a business event." I let out a shaky breath. “At that time, my parents were going through a rough patch in their marriage. In fact, I was certain they were going to get a divorce. Dad usually wanted the whole family to gather together for dinner but it was exhausting watching them argue through it all. So, meeting her felt like a breath of fresh air. She was smart, ambitious and capable. She was also not keen on marriage.”I still remembered her words from our first date. ‘If it happens, it happens and if it does
LESLIE’S POVThe house was empty when I got there and I sighed in relief as I looked around. I wouldn't have been able to leave if Saint was home.This was cruel and I knew it but I couldn't afford to think about his feelings right now. I couldn't possibly bring my mother to the Baxter Estate so I had to leave for her sake.I pulled out my box from a corner in my closet and opened it. My throat clogged up as I remembered when I just arrived here and unpacked my things. I would be leaving with so much more than I arrived with.I pulled clothes off hangers and dumped them inside until the box was full. I grabbed a smaller box and packed other necessities in there, then I was set to leave. I paused when my eyes fell on a drawer. The one I hadn't opened after the day I got here.I knelt beside it and opened it, my copy of our marriage contract staring back at me. I grabbed it with shaky hands and smiled, it looked so unfamiliar now. I couldn't even remember negotiating these terms with hi
LESLIE’S POVI dipped my hand in my coat pocket as I stared up at the Webster Mansion. I lived here for fifteen years, yet at that moment, it looked so unfamiliar like I had never been there before, like I didn't shed so many tears behind these sturdy walls. I shook my head and walked closer to the door. My hands trembled as I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, the door pulled open and a wide eyed Gina stared at me.“L..Leslie?" "Hi, Gina. Long time no see,” I waved with a smile."Leslie, oh my goodness.” She ran into my arms. "I can't believe it's you. I never thought I would still be able to see you up close like this.”"I would have come back eventually,” I chuckled but hugged her back. "How have you been?”"Things have remained the same,” she shrugged as she pulled away. "We are still treated like servants here.”"Don't worry, things are about to change." I held her shoulders. “I will see you before I leave, okay? Where is Yvonne?”Gina seemed surprised when I said her name
SELENE’S POV“Selene? Why are you not answering?" Julian stepped closer and I cleared my throat, hoping my face showed nothing of what I felt. “Do you want to leave despite the weather?" “Uh…I don't mind." I shook my head. "It is risky to drive in such heavy rain so I will wait.”"Alright, you can sit over there while I finish up here real quick. Then I would be able to accompany you,” he said."You talk as if I am a child," I chuckled and took the seat he pointed out. “Go about your business and don't worry about me. I've always been able to function alone." He nodded and returned to his screen, putting on his headphones before getting back to work. I used that opportunity to study him. He had changed into a body hugging T-shirt and some shorts. It has been a while since I had seen him dressed so casually. He looked hot without even trying.What the hell are you doing, Selene?I sighed and turned away. There must be something hypnotizing in this space. I pulled my phone out and ope







