Bria advanced into the rain, intending to enforce Millie’s compliance. Swiftly, Millie’s hand swept through the air, a resounding slap landing on Bria’s cheek.

“step back!” Millie’s admonishment cleaved through the air as Bria reeled from the impact, her hand cradling her stinging countenance and her body succumbing to the rain-soaked ground.

She turned to Marcus for help. “Sir, I did what madam ordered me to do. But Millie slapped me.”

Marcus’ voice cut through the rain, its frigidity rivaled only by the downpour itself.

“Millie, does your arrogance persist even now?”

“A mere slap is too lenient.” Millie’s hand ascended, capturing a handful of rainwater. The gesture was an attempt to cleanse herself. Bria’s countenance had left an indelible mark that triggered Millie’s disgust upon contact.

the cleansing ritual concluded, Millie’s gaze returned to Marcus, her

abundance of admirers, rendering proximity to

Rhea and Nancy

Mountain Villa, Millie had been pushed to

the whole night in the rain

unrelenting dynamism, consistently propelling herself

she were to endure a life characterized by such struggles in the

a resolute about-face, Millie departed

remained, his gaze steadfast upon the

bore witness to the turmoil within. Derek, his years of service rendering him an astute observer of Marcus’ demeanor, found

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