SERENA'S POV
All through the rest of the drive to wherever Dominic's house was, Wayne did not say another word to me.
I, on the other hand, was fighting back my tears. His last words had stung me harder than a bee's sting and my heart felt like it was going to tear apart.
Just a few days ago, I thought we were getting along, his nice words, saving me from Dominic, getting rid of the maids that bullied me, I really thought we were on to a good start.
Looks like I was living in my delusions. I mean, what was I really thinking? That he liked me or thought highly of me?
Again, I was forced to remind myself of what I truly was to him.
A slave, nothing more than a mere slave whose worth is attached to the mood of her master.
I sniffed back my tears and wiped my face but it just woul
