I stood in the middle of the grand kitchen, staring at the polished marble countertops, the gleaming stainless-steel appliances, and the array of neatly arranged ingredients on the island. It all looked so… foreign.
I had never been inside a kitchen to do anything but grab a glass of water or maybe a snack. The idea of actually cooking was something I never had to consider. Yet, here I was, forced into this situation because Adrian Lancaster, the arrogant devil himself, had dismissed all the household staff just to teach me a lesson.
The memory of our brief but infuriating conversation at the dining table was still fresh.
"I’m not your servant, Elena," Adrian had said in that maddeningly indifferent tone before he continued eating his perfectly made breakfast, ignoring me completely. "I
