Novels by Kacy

_Maria’s POV_As the morning arrived, sunlight filled the mansion's windows. The house came to life with quiet sounds, birds chirping, servants moving around, hushed voices, and the clinking of dishes as the dining table was being set for breakfast.I walked quietly through the hallways, listening carefully. When I entered the dining room, I smelled freshly brewed coffee, croissants, pies and cakes. Leslie was already seated with her son.I sat down across from Leslie and her son, hiding my dislike for her. I wasn’t even looking at the servants I didn’t even care about them but that’s when I noticed her. A maid.She was moving through the room, pouring coffee and service Marcus some cakes. Her movements were smooth like she had been doing this for a long time, but that was not what caught my gaze. It was her eyes that caught my attention .she was staring at Leslie.But not like how the other servants looked at her. Not with admiration. Not with respect. But With hatred.The kind

_Leslie’s POV_I felt uneasy as I moved through the hallways of my home, my heart pounding in my ears.Where could Marcus be?I had only stepped away for a few minutes to get some water. A few damn minutes. He had been playing in the living room, completely safe until now.My heart tightened. What’s going on. I let out a low growl. It wasn’t like him to just wander off on his own. My son was careful, obedient. If he wasn’t in the living room, then just where.I quickened my steps, my breath coming in short bursts. It was a big house and I needed to cover up the grounds as all the staffs had gone to bed and I did not want to disturb them. And then.I heard it.A soft voice followed by.Laughter. Coming from my study. I pushed the door wide open and was shocked bywhat I saw.Maria. She was crouched down in front of Marcus, her fingers gently playing with his curls, and a sweet smile on her face. My stomach turned up side down at the sight of her kneeling in front of my child, spe

_Maria’s Pov_I sank deeper into the plush guest bed, my fingers running over the silk sheets as I enjoyed the softness. A slow smile crept across my lips as I murmured. “Foolish, Leslie. So foolish.”I had expected resistance. Expected to be tossed out on the streets after my little performance. But instead, Leslie had let me in. Just like that. I giggled, staring at the beautiful wall in my view.I let out a soft laugh while shaking my head. “She’s still the same. Still too weak, too soft, too emotional. Still too damn easy to manipulate. What a stupid bitch.”Leslie may have thought she had the upper hand, that she was the one in control, but I knew better. “This time, I’ll be the one to destroy her. Slowly and Painfully. I’ll hurt her in different ways. I bet she won’t even see coming.”I had spent years suffering, years crawling through the filth Nathan had left me in. Alone, Betrayed, and Forgotten. Meanwhile, Leslie had built a new life for herself one filled with so much lux

Leslie exhaled slowly, her sharp eyes fluttered opened, scanning Maria’s face, searching for any trace of deception. Five minutes. That was all she had agreed to. Five minutes to let this woman, this traitor speak before she threw her out for good. Maria sat on the edge of the grand sofa in Leslie’s living room, her fingers shaking as she gripped the edge of her wrinkled dress. Her once confident posture was gone, replaced by a nervous, fragile presence that almost made Leslie smirk. Almost. Leslie leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her claws still slightly extended. “You have exactly five minutes. Talk.” Maria swallowed hard, so hard that you could hear the sound echo in the living room. nodding quickly she said. “I know you hate me, an— and you have every reason to. I—I was horrible to you, I hurt you in ways I could never take back.” Her voice cracked as she wiped her tear swollen face. “But I need you to know, Leslie… it wasn’t entirely my fault.” Leslie’s gaze darke

Leslie stood frozen at the bottom of the staircase, finding the air to be Suffocating as she turned pale red. Half shifted, her claws rolled into a tight fists as she stared at the woman before her. Maria. The name alone sent a flood of boiling rage through Leslie’s veins. It was as if the air in the room had suddenly turned thick, suffocating her, choking her with the weight and pressure of a past she had fought so hard to put away. What the actual fuck is she doing here?Maria stood just beyond the entrance, her dark hair hanging in a messy wave around her ugly looking face. Her once perfect features were spoiled by exhaustion, her eyes empty, pleading. She was thinner than Leslie remembered, her clothes wrinkled and helplessly clinging to her body as if she had been running for miles. And for a brief moment, leslie wanted to smile. “Good,” she thought bitterly. “She deserves to suffer.”But then Leslie remembered why she had once called her the title best friend, how the

_Leslie’s Pov_Days passed, they were slow and agonizing. With each passing day I told myself I wouldn’t think about him, and I wouldn’t care if I never saw him again. But those were just lies I told myself so I could feel strong. Nathan had left. And the longer he stayed away, the more restless I became. I tried to convince myself that I was happy he was finally gone, that him leaving was a blessing, a chance to finally clear my head and forget about him. But every time I closed my eyes, I see his face, his gaze, and his pained expression as I turned my back on him. My hash words echoed in my mind, haunting me. "You could die for all I care." Oh no I didn’t mean it. I never meant it. But I said it. And now, I had no way of taking it back. I stumped around in my bedroom late at night, my arms wrapped around my breast, trying to fight the tension growing in my heart. Each day that passed without a word from him made the feeling grow worse. Was he alright? Did he get back to Gr