Chapter 6 Shame!

"I guess she had successfully seduced him, and he punished him to become a maid."

Lily could see Olive in the kitchen. She had the face of an angel, and she could misunderstand anyone about her hidden intentions.

"Bring the cleaning tools. I'll instruct the girl to clean his toilet!"

The other maids gazed at each other with wide eyes. They had no clue what Lily truly meant.

"Today is not the cleaning day! He doesn't like to have a woman in his room!"

One of the women suggested.

Lily shot her a glare, "I know what I am doing. Did you forget that I'm the housekeeper?"

They shook their heads as neither wanted to be fired by their boss.

She set this up deliberately to make the young master disgust the girl.

Lily was jealous of this girl's beauty, and her eyes couldn't lie. She could still remember the servant who sneaked into his room and climbed into his bed. He called his men, and they tossed the woman into the sea. They didn't take her out unless she begged for mercy and almost drowned.

"Do you remember that poor maid they tossed to the sea?"

The girls exchanged glances and peeked at Olive.

"Elenore's destiny won't p*ss that incident."

She gave them a vicious grin and headed toward the kitchen. The others brought what she asked and followed her.

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Olive's POV~

"Lily, do you have any idea when Mr. Johnson returns home?"

I asked and stopped them from gossiping behind my back. I could see and hear them buzzing, but I didn't care.

"Why are you asking me the same question repeatedly? Are you a toddler?"

Lily mocked me and giggled with the rest of the maids.

"Listen, I don't mean to disturb you..."

She interrupted me and hit my chest with a towel and a toilet brush, directing me to a bucket and a mop.

"It is your turn to clean the bathroom. Make sure you do your duty exactly how our young master orders. Do otherwise, they will punish you."

How she looked at me was nauseating.

I should've been in my cl*ss now. It was my senior year, and my grades mattered so much to finding a proper job. Besides that, as a secretary, my boss couldn't bear employees' vacation more than this.

"Fine, I'll clean it."

I let out the words between my gritted teeth. I was sure that they didn't know Edward and I were married. The butler notified them that I was a mere maid, nothing more.

I got back to that chamber. My body shivered at the thought of the hours I spent here.

That night, they gave me another room and put all my bags there. Moreover, I did not see him again, nor come to check on me.

He did not come to finish what he was up to that night.

Entering his luxury bathroom, I looked around. It was glowing and clean!

"What should I clean exactly? Even bacteria have a luxury life in this place! At least better than mine."

I turned around to find the faucet and fill the bucket but faced a screen.

"Crap! How does this work?"

I pressed on one of the bottoms and waited for the water to fill the bucket, but nothing happened.

Picking the bucket up, I went to fill it under the shower. There must be a faucet or a tap to help me.

As soon as I appeared under the shower, it began to pour water on me. I soaked within the first second.

"Ah, fu*k!" I spat the water in my mouth.

I walked away to miss my steps and hit something hard.

I had to find the switch. Vapor had already clouded to make my situation even worse.

Hot water burned my eyes, making me shut them close.

I had never worked with such advanced devices for a bathroom!

I stepped back to see who or what I hurt when I eyed the masked man again.

Water drenched me, and my white shirt glued to my skin. The worst part was that he was scanning me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming!"

"What the h*ll is this?"

I lost the words and stuttered, "I...I did not know you were coming!"

"Did you expect another man?"

I was bewildered when he led the conversation to that side!

"N...No!"

"Then you were trying to seduce me!"

"I see! You use innocent games to lure men! How nasty!"

h*ll no! I was here to clean your sh*t, you dumb *ss!

I wished I could shout those words out loud, but the slightest mistake could lead my father to death.

"Good, then take your clothes off! We have unfinished business!"

His tone was as cold as that night.

I couldn't deny that trepidation pinned me to the floor.

"Listen, I don't want to be mean to you or cross my limits. Look, they sent me to clean here."

I pointed out the bucket and the tools I brought to clean the bathroom.

His sharp black eyes rolled where I pointed out but quickly flashed back to me.

"It is not the cleaning day!"

It was only then that I realized how dumb I was. Those wenches out there were planning to trick me.

What could benefit them to bully me and anger him? I sighed inwardly. They had possibly found me a rival!

That was silly because this man was heartless.

When I was about to think I came off in convincing him, he began to walk forward.

My back hit the wall, and he pressed on the screen, and the shower stopped working.

Steam began to dance between us, and I tried to push him away and escape, but he grabbed two of my hands and pinned them above my head.

"Excuse me! Did you not hear what I said?"

"Help, somebody, help me!"

My tears beaded in my eyes.

He was compelling me into something I didn't want.

"No one dares to stop me! Stop struggling like this. You make me more impatient."

His eyes explored my body. His hand grabbed hold of my button and tore the shirt.

"No, please! Stop it."

What I said just motivated him to go ahead and tear my bra off and toss it away.

It didn't matter that we were married. In my view, it was rape.

Mainly, he never asked for my approval. He was such a bully.

"Don't touch me!"

I begged and panted when he got close to my neck, "Are you still thinking about Jonathan?"

I was aghast!

Who the h*ll was Jonathan? I never saw my sister's boyfriend and gave no sh*t to his brother.

"Tell me, Elenore! Are you in love with my brother? That's why you are resisting and won't give me the fu*k I want?"

I could say nothing. With one mistake, If I confessed that I didn't know and gave no d*mn about Jonathan, it could make him suspicious. I was sure that he had searched for Elenore's information.

Today, I realized he had never seen my sister.

Unfortunately, Elenore and I had many similarities. The only difference was our hair color. My hair color was black and naturally wavy, and hers was straight brown. Our features had taken after our father in a feminine form.

Even if he had seen her images, they were mainly photoshopped. He couldn't find many differences. We had a two-year age gap and were not twins yet very similar.

Otherwise, he wasn't that dumb not to realize it at first glance.

Yet, I believed she was prettier than I was.

"Silence, again! I take it as your consent."

Edward thought I succumbed to the question, but I had other issues.

When I didn't answer him, he angrily pinched my n*pple.

My knees loosened, and I closed my eyes in despair, ready to endure everything.

When my fingers scratched his chest, his phone rang.

He let go of me, "Stay there!"

He checked his phone.

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Edward's POV~

This girl! How could she arouse a tough man like me within a few seconds?

'She is making me furious! Somewhat, I can't say she is innocent. However, something is not in the right place.'

She confused me!

My body was showing a different reaction. My heartbeat began to race madly since the moment I saw Elenore.

And I couldn't say that was a good sign.

She was terrified, and I was enjoying it. She would tell Jonathan how I treated her. And I wanted that b*st*rd to suffer.

Just when I was about to make a move on her, my phone rang.

It was my friend Dane. One of the people I trusted more than my eyes. I couldn't ignore the call and walked a few steps away.

"What's the matter?"

Dane: "Where are you?"

"I'm with my wife!"

Dane: "Woa! You! Anyway, I have good news for you. We got an opportunity to deal with Jonathan!"

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw! While they were trying to help me smash that b*st*rd, I was struggling whether to fu*k his lover or not!

Dane: "..."

He was talking when my eyes rolled on her, who was trying to cover her n*ked breasts. Scared?!

I hung up the phone as I heard enough.

Her eyes! They were not the eyes of the whore my brother loved. I felt annoyed and couldn't find the reason. I felt guilty for what I did to her.

A tightness pressed in my chest that made it hard to breathe! Not wanting to look back, I quit the villa.

Loosening my tie, I brushed a hand in my hair, ordering Huxley to bring my car. I couldn't stay in the villa and stick around her.