Chapter 4

Lenka

Even after I resisted them, the maids still treated me coldly. I knew I was not a suitable madam for them. I had many flaws.

A dump woman and possessed of tremendous lousy luck.

I was at peace in these few days without meeting Michael, who would go crazy and then speak poison from his mouth. I wasn't waiting for him, hoping he wouldn't return here until I had left to taunt him.

No matter how hard I tried, it was hard to break this tight situation. I remembered my father's words, calm down, be quiet, and I'll find the answer.

Dad, I'm not sure about that.

Powerlessness is so debilitating, and the anger inside me has erased the love for the past two years. 

I noticed that this place became quiet. I grabbed the scarf and put it on quickly, making the door open to be unlocked.

I was surprised but wary of the following situation I received; I went out and, while walking, met a guard. I'm sure he saw me but ignored me. The rules may have come back out of Michael's mouth so I could walk without being stopped by them.

I don't understand what is happening to Michael, but at least now that I'm in the garden, I'm out in the open, and it's different than just staying in my room. In fact, this made my chest feel a little more relieved.

I've been looking around, and you know that I can't even get out of this place. The guards have one gun on their waist and one shock device on the other. And I am sure that when they catch me, they will do it violently.

For a moment, I felt calmer. Sitting on the wooden swing, my favorite place since I came here. Swinging and swinging make my body lighter, and the wind blows over my body.

The wind got stronger and made the scarf I was wearing fly randomly, falling at the feet of a servant passing by. I thought about picking it up earlier but exhaled.

I looked at her, the maid who was looking at me and not doing her job correctly.

She was ignoring the gesture I made. Just then, I realized that another figure was there. She approached, and her footsteps stopped on my scarf. Just like him, she is also a source of trouble.

A dumpster cannot fight back.

"Lenka, you're actually here." She laughed while touching her lips.

It wasn't pity but mockery for seeing me weaker than her.

Ava was a beautiful woman with long hair above her chest, lustrous eyelashes, and a sweet smile that seemed angelic. But in reality, she was a demon in disguise. It was a phenomenal pairing because they complemented each other.

I got off the swing and looked at her. Lowering myself to pick up my scarf because it was my father's gift. But the woman kept stepping on it. From different corners of our eyes, we looked at each other.

"Shouldn't you say please? Or should I say, excuse me since you're in my place?" She moved her shoulders and hands slightly.

Amazing. I salute her confidence because she could already claim this house as hers even before the marriage happened.

I stood up straight. [Miss Ava, please step aside]

She raised one eyebrow.

[I want to take my scarf]

The pretty face that had become so stern, she just wanted to play with me. "Speak up! Do you think I  want to occupy myself by reading your stupid hand gestures?"

She just wanted to make fun of me and show that I was helpless in front of her. The foot that stepped on it moved around, making my scarf even dirtier.

I don't know if gods are real because they have made me experience this while rotten humans like them get a better life.

I couldn't make a sound, so I tried to hold her hand and beg her not to do that. But she pushed me to the ground.

My hair was messed up by the strong wind. His feet were moving so roughly that I grabbed his legs.

Please, get out of the way.

By the end of the action, she slightly bent down and held my shoulder. "Do you still want to show that you are the wife of this house?"

She's a stupid, jealous woman. It wasn't me who wanted to stay here; Michael was holding me back. But I can't explain that.

She pressed my shoulder harder as she looked at the maids following her. "Is she better suited to be a Michael’s wife here than I am?"

"Of course not, Miss Ava. You are the most appropriate lady here." They speak simultaneously.

Ava rolls her eyes. She hopes that makes me understand my position.

When she was caught off guard, I managed to pull my scarf, which earned me a slap from her.

"Damn it! You want to hurt me!" Ava pushed me to the ground.

I ignore the fight with her, immediately standing up and walking away. But my hair is pulled by Ava.

"How dare you run away." She said with anger inside her.

I rushed to hold her hand to escape from this situation. Eyes met eyes, and I felt Ava surprised by my resistance.

Ava twisted her hand quickly, and she gripped harder.

"You should get punished for your attitude," Ava growled. She looked at the surrounding maids, who were starting to move.

Her eyes were bloodshot. "You've been banished. You know that, right?"

I glare at her. I know I'm banished, but hearing it from her mouth makes my heart beat so fast. I know it's an outrage I can't just let go of.

When they catch me, I won't be able to do anything next.

I caught both her hands.

Free, I need to be free in this situation now.

"You!"

Ava is still trying hard to get to me. The maids try to help Ava without making it complicated.

Seriously, those who live here are the worst.

In this situation, they're actually helpless if they're alone. For Ava, maybe she's a spoiled brat.

When she caught my hand, I brushed it away. It wasn't strong enough to make her fall on her backside. A big, shocking scream came out of her mouth.

"Lenka! It hurts! Why are you doing this!?" her voice was a high, hoarse cry.

I didn't think anything of it then, but everything became clearer after hearing his harsh voice.

"What are you doing?" he pulled my shoulder so roughly that I fell hard to the ground.

Michael, who loved Ava, immediately helped her. Ava used this situation to show Michael her bad beta, explaining that she was very cunning.

To my great annoyance, Michael blamed everything on me. He walks past me, still on the ground, carrying Ava bridal style.

Badly, I saw that woman smiling mockingly at me as I felt the pain in my tailbone.

At that point, I stood up while holding my scarf and quickly walked away. My heartache took over, and I ignored the pain that I could only feel when I was in the room. My leg was bruised, and it was actually difficult to walk. 

after he took care of and protected Ava, he came to the room. Blame me for everything that happened earlier. 

Like being in an interrogation room, his eyes were piercing and full of disregard. "You did something like that thinking I would care about you?"

He started by making himself the center of my world.

"That's not going to happen. Ava is my lover, and if you hurt her, then you'll have worse."

[I didn't push her] I told the truth. 

[She did it on purpose]

I heard his snort. His ignorance and accusations were impossible for me to control.

Maybe to everyone else, I must have seemed possessed to him.

A deep, ugly emotion enveloped me.

Michael didn't believe me. He came here just to show off that he was Ava's hero.

After that, I was confined to my room for three days, and on day when someone walked into the room with a sly smile and a strong scent of roses.

"Hello, dump." She pressed the bottom of her dress and sat on the chair that the servant who had followed her had pulled out.