12Evie's POV The smug smile on Miss Kardashian's face as she hit the ground with the whip again to show me how much it would hurt if one of it landed on my body made me realize one thing.She wanted to see the fear in my eyes.And lume a fool, I gave her that fear to feast upon. I trembled in her presence, my hands and feet swaying about lime I was ready to faint. I tried to keep the dreadful feeling at bay by crossing my arms over my chest, still, it felt like I was shivering and just trying my dismayed best to warm myself.I heard Miss Kardashian smirking at me, and I hated myself. I hated how I was always a weak person. But then, in all honesty, I was the only maid here that both the Alpha and his slut of a Gamma treated like trash. I didn't know what my fate would be with the beta since we'd never met. He was out on a mission for the Alpha and wasn't back yet."You... you are the reason why the Alpha left during our hot moment, right?" She hissed at me.A hot moment? So that was
Evie's POV I rushed back to the kitchen, praying in my heart that no one else smelled the burntness in the air. Considering how strong the odor was when I got close to the kitchen though, I doubted that would be possible. The only thing I could hope for was that neither Miss Kardashian nor Damien would find out about the mess I made for myself. As I stepped into the kitchen, I realized that the prayer I sent up to the heavens was not answered in any way. Not even the least. I saw Miss Aurora in the cooking area, switching off the gas. Miss Kardashian was there too and she was opening the door for ventilation to come in. "I'm sorry," I let out an apology. Two pairs of angry eyes trained on me immediately after I finished the words. The fact that even Miss Aurora was angry made me feel the weight of my wrongdoings. "Why did you leave the kitchen when you knew you were the only one in here?" She asked me. I know I should say something to her in response but I didn't know what to
iss Kardashian's POV I paced around the house, unsure of what to think or even how to go about the thinking. My mind was not settled. Not even in the slightest bit. One thing that bothered me was how much attention Damon was giving to the slave girl that called herself Evie. I knew that I should probably not be so bothered, but it was the first time I saw Damon pay so much attention to anyone.Granted, he was always maltreating her, but something kept telling me that he and the girl had something going on with each other. I was so sure that the reason why he left when we were making out was because of the girl. It was just that by the time I dressed up and made to rush out, Damon was back in with me.I paused in the way I kept pacing about, my eyes roaming around the large hall I was standing in downstairs but not really seeing anything.Even a few minutes ago, about twenty minutes now, when the girl nearly burned down the house, Damon has done nothing other than order the woman to
amon's POV As I lay on my cold empty bed to get some rest for the night, the words that Miss Kardashian spoke to me kept ringing bells in my head. I was very tired from all the running around I did during the day and should have slept off the moment I hit my bed. But despite turning and twisting to get me into a different position to enable me to sleep, the thought would still not leave me alone.Even though I did my best after that to make sure I made Miss Kardashian happy once again, I knew that what she said about me was true."You've changed so much in the past few days." Her words came back to me again.Somehow, I was irritated because of it. I knew it was because I didn't want to even think about the human girl that I knew was responsible for my new change. She was all the trouble I have been facing for the past few days. I didn't want to think about her, yet I found myself always lost in thoughts about her.I hated her with every damn that breathes within me, even with those t
Evie's POVI knew that I shouldn't be seated in a corner, in the middle of the night, crying my eyes out like a fool. But I was tired already and at my wit's end, so I had no other choice. It felt like I was going to die from all the emotions if I didn't let them out. And what better way to do that than to shed the tears I have been trying so hard to keep under control while trying to make sure both Damon and Miss Kardashian do not see me in my weak state?I got apprehensive when I heard a footstep sound somewhere in the kitchen. I looked up but couldn't see anything in the dark. The reason why I came to the kitchen, in the first place, was so that I won't be forced to remain silent in the room I share with about ten other slaves. And I knew that if I let out my emotions there in the room, I would be disturbing them and they would hate me for it. Maybe one or two of them could pick up some kind of enmity with me also.With the kind of hard life I was already living, I really shouldn't
Evie's POV "Scrub! Scrub!! And Scrub!!!" I sang as I continued to scrub the tiles of the large living room, imitating the voice of Miss Kardashian. I gave out a harsh laugh as I plopped forward on my elbows and knees, scrubbing over a surface I missed.My life was all the irony and typical pitiful incidents I could ever conjure up together. I slapped the washcloth in my hand over another space on the tiles and cleaned the sweat on my forehead away with the back of my hand, but only succeeded in adding more water to the place I wanted to wipe the sweat from. My face was swollen, and my entire face was puffed from not getting enough rest.Just like my sad mood, the sun seemed to mirror my emotions as it refused to shine brightly despite that it was already noon. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I haven't had anything to eat since the morning of the previous day, and that was even some cereal I stole when no one was in the kitchen with me. I knew that if I wanted to have som
vie's POV The moment Damon was gone from the place, I picked up all the cleaning items I worked with and made to scurry out of the place because I knew that with the temper that Miss Kardashian was probably feeling, I would be the scapegoat for her misfortune. The luck that I was supposed to use out of the place ran out though before I got to the door."Stop right there!" I heard the dreadful command of the woman, the same fear that made me want to be out of reach from her. I stopped walking and turned to face her, my head bowed slightly and looking at the floor to avoid getting into more trouble with her. Her loud footsteps kept sounding in the room, and I winced as I felt my back injuries conjured up from knowing that I was going to be in another batch of troubles."And just who gave you the permission to walk away?" She asked me. "I-I," I stammered out, not sure of what to say. The bucket of dirty water I held suddenly felt too heavy and I wanted nothing more than to drop the buc
Evie's POV For two days after that awful encounter with Miss Kardashian, I made sure u stayed very far away from her. Anything that would make her seek my presence, I made sure I did them all. But my back kept screaming for some sort of release that I couldn't give it. No, not that I couldn't give it. It was that I chose not to. It was either that or face another awful music from that blonde hair woman called Miss Kardashian, and there would be no way out of the mess if I even thought about accepting it.Even without facing her cruelty, I was still suffering as it was. At the moment, I was weeding the grasses that made the garden their home instead of the regular herbs that the space was meant for. The harsh sun rose in all its glory, burning into my injured back, making the wounds bite me in protest to all the bad things I was exposing them to. I didn't like the sun either but I had no choice."You know what I think?" A voice said from behind me and I gasped in shock. I heard a chuc