My obsessive brother in-law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Varda's POV Stephen nodded his head at me and smiled but it made me continually think about what exactly he would be doing at the mansion. If only I could think of the perfect trick to get one of the maids or servants to be on my side without them having to resign because of me. I meant it was already enough that I was leaving the mansion and risking my life just to check on Florence or whatever the true maid's name was. I was leaving the mansion just because of her and I would not want another worker of Stephen to leave the mansion just because of me. Although I would not mind giving it another try, even though i was ninety percent sure of what the result would look like. A part of me, the ten percent left of me kept pushing me to still give it a try and I was not going to ignore that feeling."Do you have any other thing to say Varda?" Stephen asked. I gulped a lump down my throat and shook my head in disagreement. "Nothing except for the fact that i will be leaving tomorrow, will

Varda's POVWhy did Fransisca make it seem like I had just told her some sort of abomination? The surprised look on her face scared me. I felt like she was going to bring it up with Stephen and if she did Stephen could possibly change his mind or maybe even do worse. I rubbed the back of my neck in frustration as I watched Fransisca's mouth hang open in shock. I hated how I always felt like I was stepping on the tiger's toes whenever I did anything at all. I hated not having freedom, I felt like a total idiot because then I was no different from the servants around the mansion.I was also like them, I had to rethink every of my actions before actually commencing with them because I had the feeling that if I tried anything stupid, I would get into trouble or the consequences would be very huge, probably above my control. Stephen implemented that rule, he made every fucking body feel that way and I hated it, I wished there was something I could do to stop it but there was nothing, Step

Varda's POVI had just caught a thief and that was perfect! Yes, I said it was perfect because the thief happened to be a maid, one that I could certainly use to my advantage. I watched her drop the jewelry box in her hand and fall to her knees with tears rushing down her cheek. I hated what I was about to do, I really hated it but sadly, I got no other choice. I had to do it for the sake of survival. I had to do it because that would be the only way to manipulate her into doing my own biddings, that would be the only way to get her under my command, yes it sounded selfish but was that not how everyone else in this mansion were? Selfish? Self-centered? Bitter? Every single person here was only after their own means of survival regardless of how the cost of that could affect other people around them. Take Fransisca for example, she wanted me gone from the mansion not because she actually cared or gave a shit about my freedom but it was because she wanted to have Stephen for herself, sh

Varda's POV I scoffed at her and shook my head in disbelief. Was she fucking kidding me right now? Was that some sort of threat? Elisa was clearly passing her boundaries and I swear on my life that she was driving me insane, I meant it was already enough that I happened to be angry at myself, now she just came here and made things worse by deepening the anger I was feeling. "Is that a threat?" I cocked my head to the right and raised a brow at her. My goodness, she had the audacity to actually tell me that. If anyone thought deep about it, Elisa was also a maid, whether she was head of the maids or not did not really matter to me, what mattered the most was that she was still serving people so why the hell was Stephen treating her so well? Why did he treat her so equal to himself? I just found that pretty hard to explain honestly. It was the way Stephen treated her that made and shapened her into an annoying person, she had the guts because she knew Stephen had her back."Those are

Varda's POV My mouth was hung open in shock at the bomb that Fransisca had just dropped from her mouth. What the hell was that? How did she even know about such a thing? Was it that Celine had snitched on me? Or wait a second, was Fransisca there? All those while when I was talking to Celine?I felt entire body freeze in fear as I tried to process all of this. A lot of questions were in my head but I was unsure of the right answer to dish out. I was already unsure of what the situation was, talk less of actually answering the questions in my head."What? What did you just say Fransisca?" Elisa spoke for me, she spoke so fast that I knew she was invested in my conversation with Fransisca. Of course she would be, Elisa was the one person who was against me and anything that had to do with me conversing or relating with the maids. Elisa hated just the thought of that, one could easily confuse that maybe she was jealous that I was talking to other servants but her meanwhile Elisa's anger