Leonidas had been living with us every single month of this gods-forsaken year.
And I’d had enough of his bitching attitude.
Realizing he and Father were more than just upset with us… would be putting it mildly. Today, we had finally earned the full consequences of our idiocy.
Meeting our mother-in-law in that way—naked, shocked, and stumbling—had reduced us to nothing more than oversized pups.
She stopped in the estate’s main resting room, which had been pristinely arranged—flowers fresh, hearth lit, and not a single maid in sight. That alone terrified me. Not because the room was too quiet, but because she noticed it too. And when she cleared her throat, the sound cut like a blade.
New maids scrambled into the space seconds later, flying around like ants, desperately trying to reset
