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Lily ordered them to eat. The servants served the foods to them. Clive is not used to this kind of treatment that is why he blushed while being served. "I can get for myself Miss. Thank you." Clive refused to be served. "Are you not used to be served Mr. Aster?" Lily asked. 'Clive shook his head. "We are not rich Mrs. Klatt. I am not used to being served. I think I don't deserve such thing." "It's fine. You are my guest today. Let them serve you as I ordered them." Lily stated in a calm voice.

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I didn't even know if he would be a more heartless and ruthless version of Princess Kieran. I definitely didn't know what to expect and that seemed to make me a little bit tensed. "It seems you can't wait for him to come." I shook my head, trying to make her understand that I meant the opposite of what she said, I didn't even want him to come. "No, I don't think that's what I meant." Sophia gave me a cold stare before staring at me. "It's so refreshing to see that you're not dead yet. A lot of slaves died last night and they'll be bringing in more slaves to replace the dead ones." She changed the subject entirely.

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

' He asked, chuckling, 'The council must be irritating you. I chose not to respond to Kade because, at that moment, the busty blond servant had brought in my meal. This blood slave was elderly, not my usual type, but I knew I would be feeding to kill with my current appetite, and I wasn't ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age, I would typically free them, giving them the paperwork and a unique mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was Martha; she'd been mine since she was eighteen. She was now into her nineties, and the doctor had d

Aliyah Once, I was a slave who was insulted and belittled. Despite my horrible background, I never stop loving and believing. And Ashton, despite his rough exterior, proved that true love can heal even the darkest wounds. The love we shared helped us to survive and thrive, demonstrating that love truly conquers all as the years go by. Our path together was difficult, but it was worth every moment of struggle and hardship. Love truly has the power to transform lives and bring light to even the most dreary of places.

Old master Slegh narrowed his eyes as he looked into the distance “She is vain and conceited; she will not want to be a slave especially under the cousin she despises the most. Also, entice her with a promise of marriage, this time, make it more tangible.” “How?” Caster wrinkled his brows in disgust “Father you have to be barking mad to suggest that I marry her… a slave girl whom I am almost tired of playing with.” “Play… play… play… all you know is to play around all day…” Old master Slegh scolded as he flung the cup on his desk at Caster.

Grayson rebuked her. “No,” I shook my head and held their hands. “I don't want to tell him,” I said weakly. “Then what do you want to do?” Grayson asked. “I want to beg him to let me go,” I said slowly. “Lily! The only way you can be free is if you are in the grave!” Clara cried. “No, there is one other way,” Grayson said, turning to look at Clara. “If the master freely sets the servant or slave free, then that slave is free forever. But if the freed slave is captured again, the slave will either be killed or retained for life.”

The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I just brushed the thought aside. “Why, Miguel?” “Why what?” “Why me? Why do you even want a slave?” “You interest me that's why. You do things to me just by giving me that death stare.” He let out a sigh. “I want a slave because you're bound by a contract, you will do anything I say. Relationships are meaningless to me, you have more freedom in a relationship and I don't want that. As a slave, you have no choice.” “Psychopath!”

​A wave of cruel, nervous laughter echoed from the remaining servants in the back—people too frightened of her status to stop it. ​Lady Selene stood back up, smoothing out her skirt. "You should learn your place very quickly around here," she sneered, her voice carrying across the quiet room. She pulled a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and meticulously wiped her fingers, as though merely touching the bowl that held my food had dirtied her skin. "A slave who dreams above her station never lives long in the North." ​She turned toward the servants, her tone turning dismissive. "Clean up this mess."