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“There are no servants in the house. From now on, as lady of the house, it is your responsibility to care for it—and for its occupants.” Lady of the house. The title rang like mockery. A disguise for what I really was: an unpaid maid with a marriage certificate. Some wife I was. By the time I dragged my suitcases over the marble and shouldered the heavy door open, the driver was gone. Inside, the silence was absolute. The air smelled faintly of citrus, sharp and artificial, as though the house itself had been scrubbed clean of anything resembling life. Marble stretched beneath my feet, glossy and pale. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed gardens outside, but not a single person greeted me. No in

Her assistant had helped her home, and she pointed a finger at me, slurring her words. "You're just crazy in love with me," she laughed. "Five million and a pre-wedding Maybach, and I easily got myself a loyal dog of a husband. I became rich overnight with this marriage, and I'll be boasting about it forever. I'm amazing!" I no longer loved her. Thinking back on her words and actions, I could only feel disgust. "When are you leaving?" Andy suddenly asked. I was a little dazed. "In about two weeks. I'll spend some time at my parents' house first."

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Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

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Erin hurried out of the icebox after she locked it everywhere, she was striving to catch up with Hayley. Ding Dong. The doorbell went after Earnestine tapped it twice. She was with her newfound mystery girl and all the research she had done paid off. They had found where the fourth key lay, Athena was a witch who knew a lot of relics and had a magic book in which a few were written. She studied a lot about magic and she came by to learn a few things about the town. The door opened, and the gleams of the sun which was setting poured into the house. Janeka had cleaned up her mess and ended her crazy party. They both stepped into the house before she slammed the door shut.

There’s a computer on the desk and its surrounded by a lot of books heaped upon one another, she raises her head and smiles in greeting when I drew closer and shuts the novel she was reading. “Can I help you?” “Hmm, I just wanted to look around. Hope that’s okay.” “Yeah, of course, you can.” She nods, motioning for me to go ahead. Saying a quick thanks, I make my way through the shelves and run my hands down the lines of books. I searched around for any book that could be related to elemental’s and found a few, just when I was about to trace my way back to the storefront and settle down on one of the sofa’s to read, the sound of something being hit made me pause. Frowning, I step closer to t

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

Common sense would have left Cain House after the first locked door opened by itself. Common sense would have taken Jonah, her repaired car, and whatever dignity she still had left, and driven until the mansion was nothing but a rich person’s nightmare in the rearview mirror. Instead, she was walking barefoot through a forbidden hallway after midnight with a billionaire widower, a housekeeper who knew too much, and a dead woman’s necklace biting into her palm. The floorboards did not creak beneath Theodore. That irritated her. Even the house had manners for him. Mrs. Blythe carried a brass lamp, though the hallway lights were on now. Its flame moved strangely, leaning away from the nursery d