"Samuel's point of view,""Samantha, please serve breakfast to Madam." She lingered with her bag back to the hallway. "I'll prepare my morning meal." She gave Samantha the go-ahead to enter the kitchen. I am not at all interested in dealing with this girl's temper tantrum, but I am compelled to due to the condition of my mother. I didn't want to see Scarlett's face after that night, but because of my mother's terms, I had to not only propose to her, but also marry her and bring her into this house with me. Since she entered the house, I have felt suffocated. I had to make up many falsehoods to marry her, including the one about my fictitious separation from Clara. I had to present a convincing and false front to her mother. I had to resort to coercion to convince her after she refused my marriage proposal outright. Besides my mother's terms, I had another reason to marry her. She tore up the contract in front of me and tossed it into bits after initially rejecting my proposal. I m
"Scarlett's point of view,""Madam, are you all right?" I was sitting alone in my room, crying, when Samantha opened the door to my room. "Yes, I'm fine." I responded while blotting my eyes. "You don't need to act fake in front of me, Madam; I am well aware of your heart issue. My husband has abandoned me for another woman." There was a flash of pain in her eyes. Although I have no objection to Samuel and Clara cohabiting, I am concerned about his poor attitude. These people have accused me of things I haven't done. When he wrenched my hand, tears started to spring up in my eyes, but I immediately understood that I couldn't show vulnerability in front of him. He is already aware of one of my weaknesses; if I start to fear his torture, he will undoubtedly continue to bother me. No, I won't allow this to happen. He's trying to bother me since I do all the housework by myself, but I don't care; in fact, I was pleased to see his irritated expression when I didn't respond to his comm
"Samuel's point of view,""What's taking so long to make dinner? I'm starving." As soon as I got home and showered, I made my way straight to the dining room. Even though I know the meal isn't going to be ready since it's just 7 o'clock and I usually eat around 9:30, I figure it's an excellent excuse to annoy Scarlett. "Sir, you generally have dinner after 9 p.m., so why are you eating so early today?" Upon emerging from the kitchen, Samantha posed a query to me. "Why can't I eat dinner early at home?" Samantha's habit of asking leading questions drives me crazy, and I often consider firing her because of it. Yet she has been my maid for a long time, and I trust her, so I usually just let it go. What if I offer Samantha a short vacation? I questioned my subconscious. This maid prevents me from adequately punishing Scarlett. But if Samantha departs, Scarlett will be left to do all the household chores by herself. Yes, I desire the same thing. However, in addition to harming her,
"Scarlett's point of view,"What happened to all the food I cooked? After I had cleaned up from throwing up, I went back into the kitchen and helped myself to some fruit from the refrigerator. How come all the utensils are empty when I kept all the food in the refrigerator by myself? I overheard Clara on the phone, and she's not coming home tonight. And Samuel consumed oats for dinner, so where did the rest of the food go? Samantha and the other housekeepers prepare their meals. Then the question arises: Where did the good food disappear from the fridge? I put a lot of effort into making the food. Due to pregnancy, I do not enjoy smelling eggs at all. However, I still had to prepare Samuel's egg curry. I already knew about Samuel's weekly supper menu, thanks to Samantha. I must thus make dinner following the menu card. I don't want to give him any more chances to disrespect me. I learned one thing about him quite clearly while reading his preferred menu card: he is highly health
"Samuel's point of view,"What is wrong with this girl? Why does she approach things with such an attitude?Why would she prepare egg curry so late at night when she didn't have to eat it? Well, it would be better if I consumed this delicious egg curry rather than throwing it away. Even though I am very health-conscious and avoid eating anything after supper, this egg curry is so delicious that I find it difficult to resist eating it. I have to go into the kitchen a second time today because of this middle-class girl. I was going for a walk in the garden because of a sudden sleep break in the night, but seeing the kitchen light on, I came towards the kitchen. Why is Scarlett in the kitchen at this hour of the night? I walked up to her out of curiosity. Why she becomes frightened whenever I stand behind her is still beyond my comprehension. She admitted to me that she is quite hungry and that she has discovered that food from the refrigerator is missing. I believe she has suspic
"Scarlett's point of view,""Miss Neve, where are you going? Have I asked you to leave?" I bathed him and then started to leave his bathroom. "What else?" I stared at him in confusion. He has already made me quite furious, but I can't express my annoyance in front of him because if I did, he would continue to treat me badly every day. Yesterday evening, I was unable to fall asleep, and this morning, while I was in a deep sleep, I was rudely awakened by the Devil's phone call. "You have no idea that a towel is used to dry off the body after a bath." He said this while indicating the towel that was stored by the bathtub's side. "Oh really?" What does he consider himself to be? Does he see himself as the Einstein who just revealed the use of the light bulb to the world? "Why do you seem so startled after listening to me, Miss Neve? Has no one ever told you that you need to dry off with a towel after a bath?" His statements only served to aggravate my annoyance further. "No, Mr.
"Samuel's point of view,""I want that gray suit.""Which one?" She was holding up every gray suit in my closet and staring at me cryptically. She looks too funny in that position. "Miss Neve, the right one." "Oh, you want to wear this suit." She let out a relieved sigh. "No, it's from my right."Today, I'm in the perfect state of mind to annoy her and make her beg for mercy. "Oh, you want to wear this suit, right?" She held up the suit with her left hand for me to see. "Please place your left hand just behind you, Miss Neve.""What?" She gave me the same confused look once more. "I've repeatedly warned you not to try to question my orders; just do as I say or face the consequences." "Sorry, Mr. Oscar," she said, placing her left hand right behind her. That's good since it will make teasing her more enjoyable now. "Come to me, Miss Neve, holding the outfit you have left with you.""What?" She is now bewildered and pleading with me to spare her, which is exactly what I wanted
"Scarlett's point of view,""What the fuck is this? You must have planned this, right?" He is shaking with fury. "I'm sorry, but I wasn't intending to do this. I'll clean it all up, and I've previously told you that I don't like the smell of your perfume." "Is this your new plan to get even with me?" He lifted his brow at me. "No, it's not what you think; vomiting is normal during pregnancy.""For what you did to me, I will surely punish you even more harshly this time." Once again, he came at me with his devilish appeal. "Please stay away from me because...," oh no, I can't control myself from throwing up on him this time, too. "Scarlet, do not try to push my limits. You are strongly aware of the consequences of your activities.""I'm sorry, but his cologne makes me want to vomit so badly that I can't stop myself."He wears a perfume by Armani, and while the scent is pleasant, I find it offensive. I went straight to his bathroom. I just got out of his restroom, where I spent a