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Chapter 26"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." — Albert CamusIt felt so good to be back home. How ironic that the place I’d considered my prison only recently, was now my sanctuary. My first night back in America, I slept like a baby, luxuriating under the cosy sheets in the air-conditioned room. I was so comfortable it almost brought tears to my eyes. America was now my home, and I no longer felt bad about that.Reuniting with madam Maria had been another highlight. She’d leapt on me like we’d been separated for years, and not just a few short months. Thankfully, there was no ‘I told you so’ from her, and I appreciated that. I didn’t need to be reminded of the fact that, despite my fierce determination to leave, I’d returned to the mansion, tail between my legs.The rest of the domestic staff were also happy to have me back, and it didn’t take me long to settle back into my normal routine of
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Chapter 27"There are no secrets that time does not reveal." — Jean RacineWhat wasn’t normal though was the minister's new lady love. Over time, he had relegated Amanda to being his companion only during the day, when she would saunter around the house like she owned it, dishing instructions to the staff. They minister had cleaned her up, so she no longer looked quite as dirty and unrefined as she used to. But that wasn’t even the bizarre part of the situation.One evening, I noticed him with another woman, a much younger woman this time. On the one hand, I was happy that Amanda's monopoly on the old man had come to an end, but on the other hand, I couldn’t help but feel threatened by the fact that his new woman looked almost as young as I did.She was very tall, over six feet, and even though she also wasn’t particularly pretty, she had more refinement than was the norm for his courtesans. As she walked into the lobby with h
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-05Divinity's Decent chapter 28
Chapter 28"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." Ralph Waldo EmersonAfter a long bath, I applied my makeup very meticulously and wore a long, floral summer dress that flatters my body without making it look like I was trying too hard. Getting downstairs, I had my breakfast packed into a small basket and went to my garden with a book, under the guise of having a solo early morning picnic. But the truth was that I was eager to see Jason again. I sat out there for over an hour before I considered that he probably wouldn’t be at the ranch that day, and proceeded to eat my meal. The next day, I was also on the lookout for him, but just like the day before, and in the days that followed, he was nowhere to be found. With a sinking heart, I realised he might have been let go, or maybe he’d decided he wasn’t cut out for that kind of menial work.I was surprised by how upset both possibilities made m
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-06Divinity's Decent chapter 29
Chapter 29"We accept the love we think we deserve." Stephen ChboskyI didn’t go to my garden the next day, and from my window, I saw Jason milling around it, probably hoping to see me. I just couldn’t face him nor deal with my growing envy of him and his accomplishments. I kept away from the garden for a few more days, but the urge for the comfort my flowers gave me was soon too much of a pull.Almost a week after staying away, very early on a Saturday morning before most of the household awoke, I went down there to meditate. I knew I had to come up with a plan for my life, no matter how painful for me such a plan would be.“I thought I’d said something to offend you,” came Jason’s voice, making me jump. I hadn’t expected him to be there so early, and also on a Saturday. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”“Why are you here at the crack of dawn?”“I stayed over last night to help clean out the ponds and aviary,” he answered. “I
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-07Divinity's Decent chapter 30
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Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-07Divinity's Decent chapter 31
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Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-08Divinity's Decent Chapter 33
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