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Chapter 122: The Night He Let His Guard Down

Author: Marie Jessette
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-18 01:33:39

Katarina – POV

“You hear what they did to her?”

I stopped cold at the door. Selena. They were talking about Selena.

Their Voices were Low. Whispered. Slaves in the kitchen. I was headed there to grab water. But that sentence stopped me cold.

“They broke her,” one woman said, voice trembling. “Selena. Sweet thing. Always sang while scrubbing the floors. Until they sent her to there and then katarina is next.’”

I stepped back slowly, heart pounding in my chest. The air smelled of old oil and ash. I didn’t want to breathe.

“Don’t say her name too loud. She’s the queen now.”

“That girl… she’ll break soon. Just like Selena did.”

A shame She never even got to say goodbye to her little boy. Papi still thinks she’s coming back.”

Their whispers stopped the second I stepped into the kitchen hallway. Three maids hunched near the pantry, pretending to scrub floors. I wasn’t supposed to hear them. But I did. Every damn word.

They went quiet when they saw me. All of them. Couldn’t even meet my eye
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