CHAPTER TWO

Amelies’ POV 

The clanking heels pierced through the silence but the blonde hair that dropped just below the shoulder made her the typical she-devil. She strolled, swaying her waist as she moved. The pair of heels stopped a few inches away from me. 

Trouble. 

"At least Tobias did his job this time. He would have been fired had you left," she mocked. My eyes caught the curly lips she made whenever she cursed. 

But I expect nothing less from a lady who got shipped out because of me. I deserved her harsh treatment—in a way. But I wouldn't pay attention to her.

My eyes got hold of the other cooks, butlers and every other person helping to run the house, trooped in. I guess they were waiting for Arla the whole time, who now became a thorn on my flesh. 

"Quick question. Who the hell are you?" she asked, but I considered that a silly question. Do I need to remind her that she was in my home, and that I was married to the very man who ditched her? 

Of course not. 

I hissed and answered a few greetings from the cooks and butlers who strolled past us, not minding what was going on. Well, they shouldn't not to get fired. 

Arla, the blond-haired lady whose eyes bored through my soul, isn't that different from Evelyn. You wouldn't be wrong to call them sisters except for the fact that they're not in any way related, and have never seen each other.

Evelyn made my life a living hell back at Summersile, the previous park I had been enslaved at until my marriage. And Arla was a perfect replacement for her. 

Yes, they are not in any way related but the way they taunt, mocked and cursed, God, you did think they came to this world the same day, and from the same womb.

"You know, he is busy at the company and won't be coming back anytime soon," she taunted. 

Like I care.

Of course I cared. It would not be bad if I at least know why he's been avoiding me. But I just didn't care that the words came from Arla.

But wait. What the hell is she doing here? 

Last I checked, she got shipped out and she has no right to be here, or talk back to me.

"You should leave, it would be better if you just leave right now," I barked, and my wolf snarled.

The thing is, even though my life was so miserable that I was made to sweep floors and do the dishes back at Summersile, I still have some nice memories about the place. And Dave made it all happen. 

The Alpha's son did not hesitate for a second to come to my defense. He stood and made sure the other maids never laid a finger on me. 

I was ridiculed and maltreated but with Dave's presence, things were different.

He once struck a maid so badly that his father, Alpha Ryder, had to reprimand Dave for such action but most importantly, the Alpha suspected his son to have feelings for me. 

And he was right. With the amount of time we spent in the woods and kisses we shared, there was no doubt that we felt connected to each other. 

And Alpha Ryder couldn't let his son get hooked up with a slave. And he found the perfect way of getting rid of me when he offered me to Artemis.

"Suit yourself." She turned and swayed away, my eyes following her boobs as she walked past Tobias, who helped his eyes when he stared at how they dangled behind her. They must have been a turn off for Artemis. Maybe that's why he never honored the alliance.

My thoughts returned back to Dave when the door closed. He was the only person I thought about whenever I'm lonely, like right now. 

Although I'm not alone considering that Tobias stood at the door. But everything about me felt lonely, with the air I breathed. 

But Dave made it different. 

Poor Dave. I saw the contempt on his face the very day I exchanged vows with someone other than him, but I pray to see him again. But in retrospect, and with Arla on my neck and no one to defend me, I think I was better off being a slave at Summersile.

And Dave made all the difference. He wouldn't even allow Evelyn to lay a finger on me. And that was the thing he had for me, a thing his dad couldn't allow in the park. 

While my thoughts continue to roam about, I perch my ass down to a seat, the tip of my forefinger tapping my thigh. If Arla's words are anything to go by, he wouldn't be coming anytime soon and I better get some rest before I wear myself out. I unbuttoned the top of my shirt to free my neck. Since I'm not going anywhere, I better get some rest while I await his arrival. The heels had no difficulty and in no time, I slumped my back into a leather sofa chair. 

I blinked a few times, staring at the chandelier. Its ray of light carefully touched down my body as my thoughts wandered to find Dave for another round. I barely thought of my parents. Well, at least I had parents before that unfaithful day, the day Snow moon park got attacked by some unknown enemies.

I was ten at the time and the memories of the slaughter were still vivid in my mind. I barely made it out that day. Thanks to my father who saw to it that I got to safety. I bet he knew it would be his end. 

Poor dad. I miss him. My life wouldn't be like this and I would probably not be in this mess if he were here, but I prayed for him to be at peace wherever he may be.

I blinked a few more times. My eyes are now closing. My ears could pick some distant noise. It must be the cooks talking and gossiping about God knows what. 

But just as I was about to doze off, a thick palm fell on my mouth. I screamed but it was all for nothing. I couldn't hear my own voice. My body got lifted like a piece of paper and I wriggled my legs on a thick shoulder. But I passed out when a handkerchief replaced the palm on my nose.