Janelle walked away hurriedly as she made her way to the kitchen closet. Tonight was going to be a night of agony and she didn’t want to be a part of it. If you lived in a world like hers, you'd know how hard it is to survive as a lowlife. The guards will visit their cells tonight and rape them mercilessly, then they would leave when it’s almost daybreak. Leaving them in pain and still forcing them to work hard in the morning. Janelle didn’t want that for herself especially while working under the princess. Very rude woman. She grew up here and she knew all the corners and shortcuts in this palace more than anyone else, perks of having your parents pass on slavery to you. God knows that one thing she’d never do in this life was giving birth to any child here as a low life. They were suffering already, why add an innocent kid?. The ones that make her laugh are two slaves falling in love here and going ahead to get married. She wondered how they coped by doing that. She blamed her paren

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 applied force on the table she was cleaning. She wondered how the workload kept intensifying, even when they had more hands. Janelle was hell bent on not getting any complaint from the head chef Bella. Because she was also trouble.The excruciating pain she felt when Dante the Capo's son hit her, was still vivid in her imagination. She expected far worst, confused and in pain, she was quite taken aback when he walked in, he looked extremely upset and asked her to get out. Trembling she ran out. She had been praying silently not to get involved in any scandal after that. Also the aim of avoiding the Capo's son.“Janelle.”Immediately she heard Bella's voice, she hid abruptly. If there was another person she had to avoid, it was Bella the head chef, who kept sending her into the lion's den.“Bella is looking for you?” Came Rosa, one of the slaves Janelle had known for the longest time. They practically grew up together, though Janelle had lived in the cold slab longer tha