Chapter 3

After dinner, Jason and Camila left the dining table as usual.

"Madeline, clean up."

I used to be the one cleaning up after them.

"Madeline, thank you for doing the dishes. We'll head to bed."

Camila ordered me around as if she were the mistress of the mansion and I was a servant.

I might be adopted, but I was truly treated like a servant. In the past, I used to like doing it because I could look after Jason because I loved him.

However, I did not love him anymore. Naturally, I did not want to do it.

"Don't you have a housekeeper?" I asked Jason icily.

Jason was a little stunned as he replied with a little irritation, "You used to do this in the past, didn't you?"

I looked at him as he spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He clearly did not care about my feelings at all.

"That was the past. Let the housekeeper do it now."

I headed upstairs to my room. I could hear Jason and Camila talking in the distance.

"Jason, did I cross a line?"

"No. Madeline's the immature one here."

"I can sense that she doesn't like me. Why don't I move out?"

"No. This is your home. Why should you move out? Don't worry, Camila. I'll talk to Madeline."

I shut the door, blocking their voices out. Whatever they said made me dry heave, but I really wanted to puke.

I bent over the toilet bowl, puking violently until all I could puke out was stomach juices.

I had not eaten that much food in a year. Since the food was so rich and fatty, my stomach could not take it.

Jason knocked on the door. I opened the door and retreated a few steps back, trying to stay as far away from him as possible.

He said frostily, "Madeline, let's talk. I'm going to marry Camila. She's going to be your future sister-in-law. When our parents were alive, they should've at least taught you proper manners."

Two years after I was adopted, Jason's parents died in a car crash. He was forced to take over the company when he was only in his twenties, but he did it excellently, even much better than his parents.

I said nothing, pursing my lips.

Jason frowned once again. "Why the hell are you acting this way? You've had that expression ever since you returned. Are we monsters or something?"

I shook my head.

They were not monsters. They were demons.

"If you don't want to do the chores, I won't force you to do them. You can rest however long you want, but you can't upset Camila."

Every single sentence Jason said revolved around Camila. I truly wondered how that woman managed to get him in her grasp.

He approached me. My breathing started to get shorter and shorter.

"Stay away!"

I felt suffocated. I subconsciously grabbed my own neck with both hands and yelled, "I was delusional! I was wrong! I shouldn't have loved you! I'm a terrible person! I'm the worst!"

Jason was baffled. He stopped in his tracks.

I felt much better when he gave me some distance.

I stood up to take my top off in front of him, but he thought I was about to seduce him.

With an icy gaze, he said condescendingly, "Madeline, it looks like your sickness isn't cured yet. Do you think I'll like you if you strip off your clothes? Do you think—"

Once I took off my top, he suddenly stopped.