CHAPTER FOURTEEN -- Wife to Maid
My back ached, my hands were raw, and the maids whispered behind my back. I ignored them, but I knew better than to believe this was over.
The sound of approaching heels made me stiffen.
Renae.
I was Right.
"Look at you," she said, voice rich with mock sympathy.
"Seems Vincent found a proper punishment for you." Her smile widened. "I wonder if you'll get blisters." She says all chirpy.
I clenched my jaw and kept scrubbing.
"Do you really think you're clever?" she sneered. "I've barely started with you. You're nothing but a pathetic little placeholder until Vincent comes to his senses."
"I'm not afraid of you," I muttered.
"You should be." Her voice dipped low, threatening. "Vincent and I have a long history — one you'll never compete with."
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