“I haven’t received a single slap here, even from madam herself. Though I am a servant, I am not here to endure abuse. Mrs. Thomas possesses formidable power.

She exacts violence at her whim. Does she alone decree this villa’s fate?”

The sight of the shattered porcelain gnawed at Celeste’s heart. Millie’s own hand had marred this exquisite piece.

Caught by Marcus, how could Millie resort to striking Bria?

“Millie, the temerity! I have only reproached the staff, yet you dare to strike them.

Who do you envisage yourself to be?”

anger ignited Millie’s eyes,

for anyone present. Equality prevails; their pursuits

my hand for

struck me because my assertion rings true. She has liaisons with the

uttered word, the matter descended further

there with an intense expression, his demeanor evoking a sense of intimidation

really been involved with a male

Bria’s claims held truth, Marcus wouldn’t easily let Millie off

lips curled, a mix of trepidation and annoyance swirling as she felt the

unfavorable about you again. Please forgive me. I have a grandson to care for. Spare me

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