Revenge or Desire

Erika looked up at the rest of them looking back at her with murderous gazes. She could feel the stinging burn from the coffee on her leg but she knew she'd recieve no sympathy for that. If she was back at her house, the whole house would've been in shambles trying to care for her.

Now all she sees around her is hatred.

But the worst out of all of them was Nigel Asher. Something in him was too good at riling her up in the worst possible ways. To the point that she actually was about to hurt someone physically.

And there was one and only one way of getting rid of him. Revenge. No matter how unattainable it sounds, she has to do it. And she will.

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Erika sat back in her room, looking down at the white shirt and black skirt she was wearing meant for servants, given to her. The way she was brought up, brought the disregard for people at any rank lower than what she was in her mind. There was no way Erika could be accommodative with this.

"What can I do?" She whispered to herself, falling