Reincarnated 14
Emerald
Marcus’ maids and butler greeted me with smiles, warmth in their voices, and too-bright eyes. They acted pleased to see me, but I wasn’t fooled. Their cheerfulness was a performance.
They hated Francesca, always had. And in my past life, they loved me. They’d seen her cruelty firsthand, the sharp words, the punishments, the manipulation. They had watched me suffer in silence, a victim caught between her venom and Marcus’ indifference. I had been the one they sympathized with. The one they quietly rooted for.
Francesca was nowhere in sight, and while it shouldn’t have bothered me, it did. Marcus had told me she promised to behave herself. But I hadn’t expected this kind of silence.
I did not expect that she would not attack me the moment I was wheeled in.
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