The clinking of cutlery ceases, and silence dominates the hall.
It goes off so loud that even a pin drop can be heard.
It seemed as though everyone in the dining hall had stopped moving the moment Hunter made a sudden motion.
Saturn’s glare on Heidi nearly bore holes in the girl’s skin. “Big brother, did she spill anything on you?” She asks from where she sits across Hunter.
The latter doesn’t respond. Instead, his eyes wander from the bracelet to Heidi’s face, locking her gaze.
The girl finds herself staring into green, deep-set eyes, the brow piercing on his thick, left brow glimmering with the light, calling for her attention.
But Heidi is rather engrossed in the intensity of his stare.
There’s a stark contrast in how he looks at her compared to before.
Instead of the warm gaze he used to give her, there’s a beguiling emptiness in his eyes—a void Heidi can’t touch.
Hunter’s eyes are impassive, and his lips don't twitch one bit.
The chilliest feeling runs down her spine, goosebumps erupting over her skin.
What the fuck is going on, and who exactly is this man?
Why is his aura much different from the man she knows, or could he be a frigging doppelganger?
“What are you doing, girl? Apologize to Hunter now,” Dad Tad chides, causing Heidi to shift her gaze. “You clearly offended him,” he adds after noticing the seething look in the girl’s eyes.
Heidi grows desperate to dunk his bunny, smug face into the wasabi bowl in front of him when she catches the ‘I warned you’ lingering on his expression.
But she knows better. The tension in the air has risen, and Dad Griffin looks like he could throw punches at her any moment.
Heidi looks at Hunter, who hasn't said a word since. Is he just going to sit there and say nothing?
“I'm sorry, sir,” she apologizes with a bow, trying to pull her hand away, but Hunter wouldn't let go.
He continues to stare, and this time Heidi can’t even meet his gaze.
She just keeps her head down, staring at where her other hand twists the flap of her skirt's pocket.
When Hunter finally releases her, she bows ninety degrees and leaves without looking back.
She may have missed a few things because she kept her head low, but the maids’ snickering as she strides past the chain isn’t one of them.
Hunter's stare haunts her as she makes for the servants' quarters.
She’s never seen such a look in his eyes before. It feels like a cold, dark hole absorbing her soul; even now as the images linger in her mind.
She can’t help but wonder who he is, because that isn’t her Hunter.
They’ve been dating for a year and seven months.
Five months before she was to give her report, Heidi stumbled upon a viral biking video of Hunter removing his helmet for the first time.
She checked his profile, watched his videos, and found she was falling for the man.
Three weeks later, she messaged him and confessed her feelings, which Hunter accepted before the issue of a physical date began.
At that time, Heidi thought she would be free to do as she pleased once she submitted her report, but fate had other plans.
The lie about her job and why she couldn't meet with Hunter started, and now she worries that it may be the reason for his strange behavior. If not that, he’s put off by her being a servant.
These thoughts race through Heidi’s mind as she enters the servants' quarters, where some maids follow her in with sneers on their faces, whispering among themselves.
Heidi goes to her bunk and lies on the lower bed, her face pressing against the pillow.
Mixed feelings swirl within her—sadness, frustration, guilt, and even anger.
The queasy sensation in her stomach feels as if it’s taunting her, much like the maids.
“Did you see her push his plate?” One of them asks with a snigger.
“Yeah, I damn well did. Sneaky bastard!”
“What was she even thinking?” the first girl asks, her voice brimming with disdain, and Heidi can feel its venom spritzing on her, lording over her lungs as her heart pounds incessantly.
“She was probably hoping he'd fall in love with her,” the third girl titters, stirring the spice in the conversation when she adds, “She thinks too highly of her miserable self.”
Feeling overwhelmed, Heidi excuses herself. She enters the bathroom and shuts the door before pressing her ear against it, listening to the girls’ muffled voices.
“Look at her dressed like that too.”
“I know, right?”
“She must have forgotten that coating shite with vanilla doesn’t hide its stink.” The girls hoot with laughter and its daunting sound causes Heidi to stagger backward in distress.
Some of the servants had previously served her, and even though she hadn't mistreated any of them deliberately, they automatically labeled her as a villain when she joined their ranks.
Heidi can only conclude that they harbored resentment toward her from the beginning for reasons known only to them.
“That was quite embarrassing,” one of the girls says between her chuckles. “I wonder how she's feeling.”
“To hell with that! Who cares how the jackass feels? She thinks she’s superior and here’s what she gets.”
Heidi scoffs and plops herself down to the WC seat cover, leaning forward with her elbows on her thighs.
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be bothered by these futile chinwags.
However, they concern Hunter. The one person she thought was her only solace after strenuous days with the Whites.
"Heidi!" Madam Kwakye's grating voice reverberates through the hallway as she approaches.
When she flings the door open, making her presence known in the room, the three girls point to the bathroom door without hesitation, wide-eyed with fright, lips sealed to cage their words.
In Madam Kwakye's presence, the stern housekeeper, no one dares to make a sound for fear of facing her wrath; often in the form of a harsh words or, worse yet, a flying hot pan across the face.
Knowing this much, Heidi attempts to stand up. But Madam Kwakye’s faster.
The older woman lands a blow on Heidi's cheek before she can fully rise, causing her to fall back onto the seat cover.
Her feet slip from under her, and she hits her head on the flush tank, crashing to the floor.
She struggles to find balance on the slippery surface with her hands, but they keep gliding, leaving her in a helpless position with her back resting against the toilet bowl.
Madam Kwakye shows no mercy as she pulls Heidi up by her hair, grappling to prevent her from slipping again.
There’s a collision of grunts, thudding—occasionally sliding— feet, and elbows hitting the wall in the struggle.
“Break the servants’ rule again, Heidi, and I’ll teach you how to gain attention!” Madam Kwakye hollers, her foul breath of garlic and fish sauce charging into Heidi’s nose.
The latter tries to turn away. But Madam Kwakye’s strong grip finds her top and rips the front to expose her boobs.
“Now, take off the other rags and meet me in the kitchen,” she orders, then eyes Heidi's chest before stomping out with a scoff.
She doesn’t bother closing the bathroom door behind her, just as she doesn’t bother for the room door anyway.
When she tore Heidi’s top, she ruined the latter’s bra altogether. Now her jubblies point toward the three maid girls, crying for attention while the girls clap and roll in the aisles.
“Arseholes!” Heidi grumbles as she walks to the room without minding them.
She takes out her uniform and returns to the bathroom, thinking that if she’d been warned about the consequences of her choice, she would have opted for the third option.
Heidi listens to the rattle of dishes in the sink while washing the stack of tableware from lunch, relying on the blues playing in her head to drown out the chatter in the kitchen.“The man is handsome. I’ll keep saying it to the grave,” one of those who’d served lunch, a woman in her thirties, remarks.“I wonder who his girlfriend is. She has to be very lucky,” another adds with a smile. “…and really hot.”Heidi swallows her throat when she realizes who they are gossiping about.She had hoped she could toughen up and move on after the bathroom incident.But anything that relates to Hunter still seems to unravel her completely. Even now, her unsteady hands struggle to hold the plates.She spends what feels like an eternity finishing the dishes, her mind filled with the thought of a well-deserved nap.Yet, her hopes are dashed when she makes her way down the hallway, only to find Saturn standing there, casually leaning against the doorway to the servants' quarters.“Ah, Heidi. There you
Saturn's mouth gaped open, words stripped from her tongue.She turns to the door before her wide eyes look at her father with creased brows, trying to make sense of what just happened.When she doesn’t get the answer she wants, she leaves the hall with the three maids.Heidi, however, stands frozen in place. Her mind is a chaotic dwelling for contrasting emotions.She doesn’t know if to feel anger, confusion, or fear. And Hunter’s words left a lasting trail on her mind that she can’t erase.Just hours ago, he acted as though she didn’t exist—like he wasn’t the sweet guy she exchanged texts with.Now, out of the blue, he claims that she’s his.It makes no sense to Heidi no matter how she looks at it. And she can’t help but wonder what kind of twisted game he’s playing.Nighttime is fast approaching; preparations for his birthday party are in full swing.Heidi ascends the grand staircase with heavy steps, her thoughts still consumed by the baffling encounter at the cellar. She hears foo
“I hope you shit your pants!” Heidi mutters while gritting her teeth. Her hands dig into the snow and form tight fists that shape snowballs as she watches Dad Griffin disappear into the hall. She remains crouched on all fours between two parked cars, disregarding the creeping frost that would soon bite at her hands and knees. Guests and guards loiter about. Thankfully, the paparazzi have been forced to leave, which is quite relieving for Heidi because it’d be terrible to have this moment trend online. When she feels hands brush her shoulders, she thinks it’s any of Morton’s friends who sat with him against a light pole by the road.So, her instinct kicks in. She springs to her feet and hurls the snowballs at the intruder, who fluidly dodges them, raising his hands in surrender.Heidi abruptly stops. Her stance is defensive, ready to strike again. The intruder, however, looks nearly as tall as Hunter, and his black chin-length hair would have covered his face if a red headband wa
Heidi doesn’t know how long the darkness enveloped her, but she senses it’s time to wake up when she feels a hand ghosting along her jawline.Her blurry vision makes it difficult to recognize the face lingering in her front. Yet, his scent gives him away. Her senses can never forget that earthy fragrance and the feeling it stirs within her.“Hunter,” she mumbles drowsily, only now realizing that her upper body rests on the man’s leg when he moves the hand cradling her head.A smile spreads across her face as the blur clears, and Heidi’s eyes lock with the man her heart yearns for.His squared jawline complements his chiseled cheekbones, the green color of his orbs piercing hers. She can’t help but be lost for a moment in their depths.Even though Hunter stares down at her with the same expressionless face, it doesn’t bother her.As long as he’s holding her, nothing else matters. But then, the events of the past few hours crash into her mind.Heidi begins to compare the Hunter she kno
“Why do I feel so anxious?” Heidi asked no one in particular as she beat a fist on her chest.The unease felt like an invisible substance filling her lungs and knotting in her gut, making her want to puke and unable to breathe properly.Saturn raised a brow while reaching out to place the smoothie glass on the table. “Like?”“I don’t know.” Heidi shook her head. A shiver ran down her spine, chills crawling on her skin. Hugging herself, she mumbled, “I just have this… it feels like I’m suffocating. I find myself holding my breath without realizing it.”Saturn studied the girl for a while, then her lips curled into a smirk. “You’re scared, aren’t you?”“Of what?” Heidi frowned.“Me, obviously,” Saturn replied as she thrust her chin.A scoff escaped Heidi’s lips. “Nah... I’ve never been scared of you.” She shook her head dismissively, staring Saturn in the eye and watching the latter’s smirk falter at the truth of her words. “Hard pill to swallow, isn’t it?” She snickered before pushing
“Why?” Heidi asked with a mix of fear and disbelief as she watched Hunter who just walked past her, his shoes creating a soft, sickening splatter in the pool of blood. Moments later, the music stopped, plunging the mansion into haunting silence.Heidi pressed her palms against the sides of her throbbing head. “Gods above, Hunter! What have you done?” she uttered before turning to face him, hoping for an explanation; some sign of remorse, but the man was rather preoccupied.He gently rubbed his bloodied hands together while nudging the corpses with his foot, as if checking for any signs of life.But he was an idiot because there was certainly no way these people would be alive after he’d torn their hearts from their chests, was there?Heidi’s veins pulsed as she slowly slipped through the archway into the hallway, careful not to draw Hunter’s attention.She quickly made for the back door until she arrived at the mansion’s rear, where about five of Hunter’s guards lay dead atop crimson-
Heidi couldn’t be more shocked at Hunter’s words, which hung over her like a dark cloud. What the hell was his problem anyway?She didn’t understand what it was with him. One moment he ignored her, the next he was suddenly obsessed with her.She held onto the grab handle as her heart flew with Hunter’s speed.“The next time you defy me like that again, I might do more than just kill someone,” he bellowed, the breeze nearly swallowing his words.“You think there’s something worse than taking lives?” Heidi asked, her eyes stinging with unshed tears at the thought of something more horrifying than killing.“Try me,” Hunter retorted, and Heidi wanted to punch that pretty face of his really bad.Her fingers rubbed against each other while she stared anxiously at the blur of trees speeding past the window.Wild thoughts went through her mind—how to escape Hunter. She had tried before and failed. But now she had to devise a better plan; one that would catch him off guard.When she couldn’t t
‘Unlock the Kalviyre.’These words rang in her head, drowning out every other sound. Heidi watched the woman’s mouth moving without hearing the words; she didn’t care to read her lips either.Everything started to blur until the woman’s face faded to that of the old, wrinkled lady, who seemed genuinely concerned for the younger one.“Are you okay?” she asked softly, and Heidi jerked back to reality, looking around with eyes wide open. She barely registered the old woman’s presence and nearly stumbled on the latter if she didn’t hold tight onto the sink.She leaned over the sink to splash her face once more—this time with force, as if trying to shake off the lingering fog in her mind.The old lady stood patiently and let the girl have her moment. Then when Heidi rose to her full height, ready to speak up, she listened carefully.“I started having these weird dreams after I met Hunter…” Heidi began while looking into the mirror, noting how the bandage on her forehead had disfigured from