HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months. For Hazel, time didn’t fly, it dragged slowly, like a heavy chain pulling her down.Life inside the Kingston mansion remained a living hell. Every day was a repetition of pain, hunger, and humiliation.Hazel had gotten used to sleeping on the cold, hard sofa. Her body had memorized every lump and every sharp edge of the furniture. Xander never allowed her to touch his bed. To him, she was dirty, unworthy, and just a piece of property he bought.Every morning, she would wake up before the rooster crowed. Her injured arm had healed, but it still ached whenever the weather changed—a constant reminder of that day Xander pushed her and called her useless.She would go straight to the kitchen. Even though there were many maids, Mrs. Kingston and Tiffany would always say, “Let Hazel do it. She has nothing else to do anyway. She’s just eating and breathing our air.”So Hazel did everything. She cooked, she clean
Last Updated : 2026-04-14
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