Previous chapter:
Chapter 3: Two Years Later
Next chapter:
Chapter 5: His Secret
PREVIEW
... e kitchen.
All the female servants were already gathered there, their eyes burning with familiar hatred. To them, I wasn’t a girl. I was the daughter of traitors. A stain on the pack. A weed that should have been ripped out long ago.
"Scarlett, come forward," the Head Maiden, Angela, barked.
I stepped toward her, my head bowed low. Unexpectedly, a loud slap landed across my cheek. The force sent me stumbling to the side, my vision blurring. I gasped as a sharp sting radia ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE































