The Maid He Chooses To Be His Wife
"Madam, we didn’t mean anything like that—"
"Enough!"
Her sharp scream echoes through the quiet, expansive hallway.
The maids instantly kneel and lower their heads, trembling in silence.
Vanessa’s chest rises and falls rapidly as she stares down at them, expecting their fear to satisfy the anger consuming her.
"She was nothing," Vanessa whispers bitterly, her voice shaking with malice.
"She was just a maid."
Still, not a single maid speaks. Vanessa’s hands curl into tight fists.
Trembling with rage, she turns away from them and marches toward the grand staircase, each heavy step carrying her deeper into her growing obsession.