Rose's POV
Minutes earlier..
“There’s your lunch, ma’am,” a maid said, setting the tray on the table.
I stared at the food. For a place I despised, they sure knew how to cook. Everything looked perfect...too perfect for a prisoner.
“If there’s anything else you need, please let us know,” she added softly. I nodded, distracted, until my eyes caught something glinting beside the plate.
“What’s this?” I asked, picking up a small velvet box. When I opened it, a diamond ring sparkled.
“Oh, yes. Master said you should wear it,” she replied.
My stomach dropped. A ring? Did he think jewelry would erase everything he’d done to me?
“Tell him to go f**k himself,” I snapped, throwing it across the room.
The maid gasped. “That’s a three-million-dollar ring!”
“I don’t care,” I muttered. “You
