Semua Bab The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife: Bab 11 - Bab 19

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) The pain had become so familiar that Hazel barely noticed it anymore. It was like the air she breathed—always there, constant and suffocating. She moved through the days like a ghost, her body thin and frail, barely holding onto life. One morning, Mrs. Kingston decided that the windows of the entire mansion needed to be cleaned. Not just wiped, but polished until they were invisible. “Hazel!” the old woman called, throwing a roll of newspaper and a bottle of vinegar solution at her. “Clean every window! From the inside and outside! I want them so clean that birds will crash into them because they can’t see the glass! If there is even a single streak, you will do it all again!” “Yes, Mother,” Hazel whispered—She started with the lower windows. She sprayed the solution and wiped it with the newspaper, her arms moving up and down, up and down. Her muscles screamed, but she ignored them. When she finished the ground floor, she had to go up the ladder to clean the s

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) The pain was no longer just physical; it had seeped into her very soul, turning her heart into a cold stone. Hazel moved through each day like a walking corpse, her eyes empty, her face expressionless. She had stopped crying long ago because tears were a luxury she could no longer afford. One morning, Mrs. Kingston decided to clean the attic. It was a huge, dusty room filled with old furniture and boxes that hadn't been touched in years. “Hazel!” the old woman shouted, pointing at the stairs. “Go up there and clean every corner! Move all those heavy boxes! I want the place spotless by noon! And wear this old rag so you don’t dirty your clothes!” She threw a dirty piece of cloth at her. Hazel wrapped it around herself and climbed the dark, creaky stairs. The attic was hot, stuffy, and filled with thick dust that made her cough violently. The air was so heavy it was hard to breathe. She started moving the boxes. They were incredibly heavy, filled with old books

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) The warmth from the jacket was nothing but a distant memory, a cruel illusion that vanished as soon as the sun rose. Hazel was back to reality, back to being the invisible servant who existed only to be abused.She had grown so weak that she could barely stand. Her body was nothing but skin and bones, held together by sheer willpower and the fear of pain.One morning, Mrs. Kingston decided to clean the chandeliers."Hazel!" she shouted, pointing at the high ceiling. "Climb up and clean every crystal! I want them shining! Do not drop anything! And be quick!"Hazel looked at the tall, wobbly ladder. She was dizzy. Her hands were shaking. But she climbed up slowly. She was so high up now, looking down at the floor.She started wiping the crystals. But her vision blurred. Her head spun violently.Her hand slipped.CRASH!A large crystal piece fell and shattered on the floor.The sound was deafening.Mrs. Kingston came running. When she saw the broken piece, she went cr

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) The world had become nothing but a blur of pain and exhaustion. Hazel was barely hanging on to life. Her body was so light, so fragile, that she felt like a dried leaf ready to crumble at the slightest touch.One morning, Mrs. Kingston decided that the garden needed to be plowed and planted with new flowers. Since there was no gardener, the job fell entirely on Hazel.“Hazel!” she shouted, throwing a heavy hoe at her feet. “Dig this entire area! Turn the soil! Make it soft! Do not stop until you are done! And do it with your own strength! No machines!”Hazel looked at the vast expanse of hard, rocky ground. It was huge. She picked up the hoe. It was so heavy her arms shook just holding it.She lifted it up and brought it down.Thud!Again and again. Her back was bending, her muscles screaming. She was sweating profusely under the burning sun. Her skin was turning red and hot.By noon, she had only finished a small part. She was so hungry. Her stomach was cramping.

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) The morning sun brought no warmth to Hazel’s frozen heart. She woke up before dawn, as she always did, her body aching and screaming for rest. But rest was a luxury she could never afford. That morning, Xander came out of his room looking sharp and ready to go out. He was in a good mood, probably because he was meeting his friends and Selene. “Hazel!” he called out coldly. “I am leaving today. I will be gone for the whole day and night. Do not expect me back early.” “Yes, Husband,” Hazel whispered, bowing her head. “While I am gone, make sure you work double time,” Xander said, adjusting his tie. “Mother will supervise you. If I come back and hear that you were lazy, I will not be gentle with you.” “I understand,” she said softly. Xander turned and walked away, leaving the house. The moment the car disappeared from the driveway, the atmosphere changed. The fake kindness was gone. Only cruelty remained. Mrs. Kingston walked towards her with a stick in