Chapter Eleven: Friendly Advice

Rose’s POV

“No,”

That simple response said in a firm voice was like a hot spike to my heart but instead of hitting me with pain, it brought disappointment and anger towards the housekeeper.

“You can’t say that, you have to help me,” I went on, moving closer to her but she actively ignored me, keeping her attention on the dishes she was cleaning with a calm expression on her face. When I saw that my antics weren’t working on her, I let my anger fully take over. I’d approached her, hoping she’d understand my predicament as a fellow woman and help me get out of the house but she’d outrightly refused even before hearing me out.

“I see you’re no better than your master. All you care about is your paycheck and you have no empathy or feelings of sympathy within you. You’re an accomplice to kidnap and sexual harassment and you deserve to be in jail for the rest of your miserable life, and I’d make sure you rot in hell if I eventually get out of here,” I said with gritted teeth and I turned to