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We both are each other's guiding light. THIRD PERSON'S POV Maria's reverie of thoughts were broken by her phone which was ringing. "Salam appi. How are you ?" A smile automatically came to her face when she saw Aamina's name flashing on the screen of her phone. She was the only one Maria had contacted after leaving. "Walaikum assalam. I am good. Infact I am very happy." Her happiness could be detected from her voice and she knew her appi was smiling at the other end.

"You have no idea Josh, this place is practically paradise," "Yeah well, it's been great so far," She scrunched her face as she said that part. 'Great my fat butt,' she spat inwardly. "Of course, we will speak everyday till I get the chance to come visit," "I'll remember that," "Alright then," "I love you mom," "I love you too Josh," "Yeah bye, please take good care of mom and yourself," She slowly brought down the phone her ears as a drop of tear rolled down her cheek.

Armando is more like a big bro and a good friend. Our car drove off and I began to reminisce over the memories I made with everyone. I miss them all. We arrived at Matteo's house and got out of the car. Matteo ignored me and quickly went in. I had a good look around my new home before heading inside. I came to a halt when I saw his mum at the staircase. I smiled at her but she ignored me and walked past me. Oh boy, I tried not to think much and left in search of Matteo's room. A maid I met directed me to his room. I stopped at the door post and took a deep breath before walking in. I walked in and slowly shut the door behind me. I immediately fell in love with his room, so perfect as my man.

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Samantha was already on her way down, to meet her. "Hey." Samantha called walking to the garden. "I'm calling you dummy." She called again and Gianna slowly walked towards her. "You....were calling me." "Why were you staring so intently at me? You like me?" Samantha asked and Gianna felt as though she was gonna throw up. Like her?? "No...no miss Samantha." Gianna quickie replied. "I see. Are you done for the day?" Samantha asked casually. "No ma'am." Samantha scoffed. "Ma'am? Are you okay? Do I look like a ma'am to you? Do I look older than you?" She asked all at once.

I will have my full strength back in no time. A small lady stepped in front of the bars. She looked timid and scared. Her clothes were dirty both her bonnet, dress, and apron. She’s a servant. Mika settled down. She looked too scared to speak to me, so I spoke first. “Who are you?” I asked her. My tone is harsh, but it’s not like I can smile right now. She bowed her head to me. “Forgive me alpha Gabriel, I am not supposed to be talking to you. I am only talking to you now to show that I mean no disrespect towards you or your title.” She said regretfully.

cool. “An edi?” I question curiously. Her eyes widen in disbelief, a dramatic gasp escaping her lips. Christana turns, looking equally shocked. “Oh, honey... have you never had one?” Amara asks, genuine concern etched on her face as she gently squeezes my shoulder. “I-I don't know what you're talking about,” I admit awkwardly, glancing between Amara and Christana as they exchange knowing looks. “Mmm... you need one,” she declares, giving me an appraising once-over. “It's basically like smoking weed but it's in food. You know, like Miss Mary Jane? Mari-juana.” She whispers conspiratorially.

I wish one day, she could call me that. “What about me? Can’t I be that dependable machine as well?” – Jamie. Oh, Jamie, you are throwing a tantrum again like a five-year-old child, I giggled at my childish act, waiting for her to reply, I could see she was typing, and I wondered what she was typing that was taking so long. Did I go overboard? Goddess me, I should have just deleted that rubbish I typed, I grabbed my phone, ready to correct my mistake when a message popped up.

Queen and all that bullshit. I dropped onto the edge of the mattress. The older maid followed me in quietly, closing the door behind her. She stood a respectful distance away, hands still folded, waiting. I turned to her, tilting my head. “What’s your name?” She blinked. Looking genuinely surprised—like she expected me to know her name. “Martha, my Queen. My name is Martha.” “Martha,” I repeated, tasting the name. It felt solid. Real. “Nice to meet you, Martha. Properly, I mean.”

"Oh and Celeste is here too. Make enough for three." Brody looked up from his toys. "I want pancakes, Aunt Leah!" Cain's whole face softened as he looked at him. "Pancakes take too long, bud. Eggs for now, yeah?" Then he glanced over at me to confirm. "That work?" Before I could say anything, the sound of heels came down the main staircase. Precise and unhurried. Lady Margaret. Cain's mother.