Twelve

Zyrielle's POV.

“Ignore her ma’am, she had loved Mr. Duncan since the day she walked in here, I’m sure she didn’t expect him to randomly come home with a wife”.

“Please follow me." Meg added, and I nodded. "Your room is that way."

"No, she will stay in my room." Rain countered, and I looked at him in surprise.

“You can leave us, Amber, I’ll take over from here." He ordered, and she walked away and because of how big the house was, it looked as though they had disappeared, leaving me worried about being alone in this large house.

"I'm sure you'd like it, Poccolina." He winked at me, but I shot him a tense smile.

"Smile; you're going to love living here, darling." He reassured me.

Yeah but for how long?

I glanced behind him to glimpse Freya peeping through a room.

Why was she peeping at me? I didn't want to engage in any love triangle, so it would have been better if I had just gone away.

Rain's cool fingers touched my chin, and I felt a spark run through my bo