Resetting Lady 소설 & 이야기

"Grandpa... grandpa wake up, we have to go! Grandpa," She tried to wake him, rocking him back and forth. She sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill, building up under his eyelids. A heavy sob escaped her and she covered her face with her tiny trembling hands. Lady Melo was heartbroken, she started regretting why she signed up for this anyways. It was against everything she stood for. As she approached Lisa quietly, a thundering slam echoed from behind her. She turned back and saw Reene pinned to the ground by Tulip, one of her assassins. "Go, ma Lady! I'll hold him down,"

said Sarah. However, the lady said, "Sarah Nees, don't treat me like a fool. You're clearly not the same as before. I can feel it. You can tell me if you don't love me anymore. You don't have to hold back." "That's not true. Don't be annoying, alright?" Sarah seemed slightly angry. The lady looked at Sarah and shook her head, saying, "You really changed." "You're ridiculous," Sarah grunted as she left. The lady grabbed a fruit knife and walked toward Sarah.

"I'm sorry, sir. But that's my Madam's instructions. She doesn't like to be disturbed at work, and she says she finds it creepy that you're beginning to monitor her. Please, leave as I wouldn't like to lose my job here," Lady Blessing said as she went back to monitor the customers doing their shopping. "Oh, but I do want to see her! Why is your Madam avoiding me this much? Just tell her I'm not going to leave today unless I see her," Larry said, and Lady Blessing looked tense as she had never been put in such a difficult situation.

"Get cleaned up. Jake’s coming." Lila froze. "What?" He glanced back. "He wants to see you." Her stomach twisted. Jake. --- The shower was a sanctuary. Lila let the warm water cascade over her, washing away the grime and tension from her body. She scrubbed her skin, exfoliating every inch, as if she could erase the past and start fresh. Her cybernetic arm, once foreign, now felt like an extension of herself. She flexed the fingers, watching the way the metal moved seamlessly with her muscles.

The lady’s lips moved like someone hosting an ASMR show. I looked back at the man who towered over me. “Make her eat even if you have to use force… we do not want to vex our clients.” He slammed the door shut. “We should get you ready, lyubimaya.” She walked to me in red stilettos, her skirt barely covering her thighs. She brought her hand to my chin, but I couldn’t even move a hand now to slap her off. But my glares were able to make her know my thoughts, the anger burning through me for being here. “A defiant one, is it?”

I could see her jaw clench, but she didn’t speak. We finally arrived at the bottom and she opened the door. As soon as she did, she let out a squeal as she was grabbed. I quickly stepped through and shut the door. “What do you think you are doing?!” she hissed, looking up at Lyle. “Just following orders.” Lyle grinned as he looked up at me. I didn’t hesitate as I plunged the needle in her thigh and squeezed the contents inside her body. “What are you doing to me?! You can’t touch me. I am a Waiting Lady.”

Blinking a few times, hearing the chatter of voices around me. "Where am I?" I asked, sitting up. My assistant, Serena rushed to my side. "Lady-Luna Starlyn! Oh, thank Lilith you're awake!" Serena exclaimed, her dark red curls bouncing as she hurried over. Since I became the Lady-Luna of the Manor, Serena has been my handmaiden, helping me with everything. After a few years into our marriage, Luis allowed me to take over some businesses, and Serena followed me, becoming my personal assistant.

Maybe, just maybe, I might come out of this mess with at least one friend. When breakfast is over, a woman in a dark green gown steps to the front of the hall. She has sharp eyes, a long neck, and the kind of posture that makes everyone else straighten up just by looking at her. “Good morning, ladies,” she says in a clear, strong voice. “I am Lady Ivanna. From today onward, I will be your royal guide. It is my duty to teach you the manners, behavior, and etiquette expected from a future queen.”

“You don’t get to martyr yourself without consent.” He held her gaze. “This isn’t martyrdom. It’s leverage.” “It’s surrender dressed as strategy,” she said, voice tight. Arrow’s tone softened. “Celeste—” “No,” she interrupted. “Listen to me.” She paced once, then stopped in front of him. “They’ve spent decades conditioning you to believe removal equals freedom,” she said. “It doesn’t. It hands them validation.” Arrow absorbed that in silence. “I won’t let them erase you the way they tried to erase me,” she continued. “Not now.”

After she'd showered and just finished dressing, another knock sounded on her bedroom door and another maid walked in. “Good morning, Your Grace,” the woman greeted, “I'm Juliet, your lady-in-waiting. His Grace, has asked me to take you shopping today,” Anna wasn't sure how she felt about being called, ‘Your Grace’. Did everyone have to be so… Formal around here? She smiled at the woman, “Good morning. If I may ask, where is he?” she asked.