Dorothy gasped as she stared at herself. These were Stefan's clothes? That meant the second wardrobe in the room belonged to Stefan, and by extension, she shared a room with him. Her palm flew to her mouth at the realization.
"I thought the room was mine," she mumbled. But as she spoke, Stefan's gaze grew even darker.
Dorothy sighed, feeling sad at the thought of giving up the comfortable clothes while silently cursing herself for messing up again. She had just married a grumpy, disabled man, accidentally wore his clothes, and now he looked even more displeased with her.
"I'm really sorry. I'll take it off, dry clean it, and put it back," Dorothy said, turning to leave. But Griffin stepped forward, stopping her.
"Mr. Stefan wants you to burn the clothes as well," Griffin said flatly.
"Huh?"
Dorothy turned back, shocked. She met Stefan's blank stare before looking at Griffin, who wore an equally lifeless expression. What was wrong with these people?
"He... wants me to burn it?" she stammered. If he wasn’t going to use the clothes anymore, couldn’t she just keep them?
Griffin’s serious expression made her sigh helplessly.
"But my clothes are uncomfortable. What am I supposed to wear?" she asked, her voice slow and uncertain.
"Young mistress, before Mr. Stefan married you, he conducted thorough research and ensured that every piece of clothing he bought for you perfectly fits your body size," Griffin replied, his tone impassive.
Dorothy had no argument left. "Fine, I'll take it off and do whatever you want," she mumbled, walking upstairs.
She paused in front of the mirror when she got to the room, looking at her reflection one last time. The clothes suited her so well. With a frustrated huff, she took them off, threw them angrily on the floor, and opened her wardrobe.
Not a single loose outfit. Everything was skimpy, tight, and fitted. Did Stefan just assume all women loved dressing like this? Even the shoes were exclusively high heels—she had never worn heels in her life.
After much deliberation, she decided on nightwear: a matching silk long sleeves shirt and shorts. She adjusted the outfit countless times, feeling self-conscious, and began wondering how she would ever leave the room.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She opened it to find a maid standing there.
"I’m here to collect Mr. Stefan's discarded clothes to burn," the maid said.
Dorothy bit her lip and nodded, slowly picking up the clothes and handing them over. Inwardly, she was crying, cursing Stefan for wasting such good garments.
"What did I do now?" she asked herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Sharing a bedroom with Stefan was one thing, but she wasn’t ready to sleep with him.
"Relax, Dorothy. He wouldn’t try to sleep with you, right?" she whispered to herself.
"Why else did he marry you? There’s nothing you can offer except your body every night," a darker voice in her head countered.
"Wait, I’m ugly," she thought, recalling her mother’s words. No man would want to look at you, even if he’s crippled or mentally unstable.
The memory gave her a strange sense of comfort but hurt all the same.
Stefan's gaze darkened whenever he looked at her. He had been crippled since he was twenty-one; now he was thirty. Nine years of not speaking, not walking. As if that wasn’t enough, he’d been saddled with an "ugly loser" like her. That’s why he ordered the clothes to be burned—he couldn’t stand anything that touched her skin. Why would he ever want to sleep with her?
Dorothy’s reflection looked sad, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. A growl from her stomach reminded her she was hungry, so she left the room, still uncomfortable in her new outfit.
Stefan wasn’t in the living room, the dining room, or their bedroom. Curiosity crept in as she wondered where he could be, but she shook her head. It wasn’t her business.
At the dining table, she was greeted by an overwhelming spread of food. Surely they didn’t expect her to eat all this alone.
"May I ask when Stefan and Griffin will join me for dinner?" she asked a maid who arrived with another dish.
"Mr. Griffin doesn’t eat with the young master," the maid replied.
"What? Are you saying all this is for Stefan, and he finishes it?" Dorothy asked, incredulous.
"Sometimes, he doesn’t eat at all. I suggest you start eating and not wait for him. You can eat to your satisfaction," the maid said with a warm smile.
"But can you all join me? I can’t eat this alone," Dorothy said earnestly.
"You talk too much, young mistress. If you’re not going to eat, let us know so we can clear the table," Emily snapped as she walked by, dropping another dish.
"Come on, Emily. She’s just being nice. Lighten up," the first maid said, rolling her eyes.
Emily scoffed and walked away.
"She’s always moody around new people," the maid told Dorothy.
"Thank you. May I know your name?" Dorothy asked.
"I’m Tiffany. I’d love to chat, but I have work to do. I don’t want Emily to find a reason to scold me," Tiffany said before leaving.
Dorothy smiled, grabbed a plate, and began eating. It was the first time in a long while she’d tasted food so rich in spices and protein. She ate until she couldn’t anymore, then carried her plate to the kitchen.
"What are you doing? Don’t ever do that again," Tiffany scolded, taking the plate from her. "This is our job. Unless you want to get us fired."
"It’s okay. My mom raised me to do these things. I really don’t mind," Dorothy said gently.
"What’s your problem, young mistress? We don’t need help," Emily said sternly.
"Right, my bad," Dorothy said with a friendly smile, despite Emily glaring daggers at her.
"You should chill," Tiffany said to Emily as she cleaned up.
"I don’t like her. She acts like she’s pure, but she’s not," Emily muttered, making a face.
"Whether she’s acting or not, she’s Mr. Stefan’s wife," Tiffany reminded her.
"Whatever," Emily scoffed.
Dorothy frowned as she noticed an elevator in the hallway. She pressed the button and stepped inside. Just as the doors were closing, a maid called out in alarm.
"Young mistress, only Mr. Stefan is allowed to—" The doors shut, cutting her off.
"Which floor is the room again?" Dorothy muttered, trying to recall. She pressed the button for the fourth floor.
When the elevator stopped, the doors opened to a dimly lit, abandoned-looking space. The only light came from a half-open door at the end of the hallway.
Curious, Dorothy carefully stepped out and walked toward the door, peeking inside.
It was Stefan, struggling to stand from his wheelchair and walk. Griffin stood off to the side, carefully watching so he would know when it was his cue to step in and assist him. Dorothy stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on him. She could see how his closed eyes trembled with effort, sweat dripping down his face, veins bulging in his neck as he fought to stand but failed, collapsing back into his chair.Griffin instinctively moved to help him, but Stefan stopped him with a raised hand, silently commanding him to stay back. He tried again, his legs trembling violently under his weight. The pain was evident, but he remained silent. Just as he nearly managed to stand upright without support, he fell once more.Griffin tensed, his legs twitching to move, but again, Stefan stopped him. Griffin gulped, his lifeless eyes misting, though his face remained stoic.Dorothy watched, her heart heavy. She felt a wetness on her cheeks—it was tears. Why was she crying? Stefan suddenly turned towar
"Mr. Stefan, good morning," Kai greeted as he entered Stefan's office. Dorothy's face lit up with a warm smile, pleased to see him again.Kai returned her smile warmly. "Young Mistress, I hope you ate well and had a good night's rest."Dorothy nodded happily."I'm glad to hear that. I'll arrange for someone to give you a tour and explain everything you need to know about this place. I’d love to do it myself, but it's always busy around here," Kai explained. Dorothy nodded in understanding.Kai turned to Stefan, his demeanor turning serious. "The meeting is set to start in a few minutes. I'll get everything prepared. We’ll be expecting you," he said sharply, nodding firmly at Griffin before leaving.Dorothy watched as Griffin and Stefan busied themselves organizing files. She wanted to offer her help but hesitated, unsure of how it would be received. So, she kept to herself and waited. Once they were finished, Griffin wheeled Stefan out of the office, but before leaving, he turned to a
Unknown to Dorothy, Griffin had just wheeled Stefan out of the boardroom, with Kai walking alongside them. They caught sight of the scene. Kai was about to intervene, but Stefan gestured for him to stop.Dorothy and Stefan locked eyes, the silence stretching between them. Dorothy wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say. Why was she suddenly so nervous? Had she crossed a line?Stefan was the first to look away. Griffin then wheeled him out of sight. Kai's gaze shifted to the employees behind Dorothy.“What are you all waiting for? Mr. Stefan must not beat you to his office. And before you get there, prepare your resignation letters,” he ordered coldly.The employees scattered, running to comply. Dorothy bit her lip as Kai approached her, a faint smile playing on his lips.“Wow,” he muttered, clearly impressed. “I didn’t know you had that kind of fire in you.”Dorothy gave him an uncertain look. “Do you think Stefan is mad? I didn’t mean to scold his employees, and I didn’t even kno
Dorothy had been feeling guilty ever since Kai told her that Stefan had thrown her food away because he was allergic to sesame."Young mistress, you don’t need to feel bad about it. He’s going to be fine," Kai reassured her for the umpteenth time."Are you sure?" Dorothy asked, still unable to shake her worry. "I’m so stupid. I should’ve noticed how uncomfortable he looked.""I don’t think he’s going to blame you," Kai mumbled. Dorothy sighed and pouted, deciding to let go of her anxiety. Moments later, the car stopped as they arrived at the mansion."Mr. Kai, you’re back," Emily said, surprised, as she passed by with a basket of laundry. She looked disheveled, as though she hadn’t had the chance to tidy herself up. Her cheeks burned a light shade of pink—she didn’t want Kai to see her like this.Kai didn’t seem to notice her state, his attention fixed on Dorothy with his usual gentle demeanor."I’ll be heading off now, but please take care of yourself. Remember, you can call me if yo
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It felt as though the whole room had turned silent. Time froze, and people stopped blinking. Someone had spoken, and it wasn’t Griffin. Dorothy’s body finally found motion, and she turned her head to stare at Stefan.He had a different expression on his face—different from the usual depressed look. He seemed taken aback.“What… what did you just say?” Dorothy asked. Stefan didn’t answer. Instead, he shook his head.“Stefan, you just spoke! You just spoke! Say something again! Stefan, say something!” Dorothy held his shoulders, shaking him. She was filled with shock, excitement, and other emotions she couldn’t quite name.The door burst open, and Griffin rushed in.“Hey!” he called out, pushing Dorothy away from Stefan. “Mr. Stefan, are you alright?” Griffin stared at Stefan with concern, then turned angrily to Dorothy. “What is the matter with you?”“Griffin! Stefan just talked!” Dorothy pointed at Stefan.Griffin looked surprised and annoyed at the same time. He stared at Stefan, the
Dorothy nearly choked on her food, staring at Stefan with wide eyes, silently demanding answers. Griffin quickly handed her a glass of water, drawing her attention back to him as he spoke."You’re married. It’s only natural to spend time together. Mr. Stefan wants to get to know you better," Griffin explained.Dorothy glanced at Stefan, but this time, he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he was focused on his meal."Tomorrow evening, the two of you will leave. Mr. Stefan wants you to choose any country you’d like to visit." Griffin added.Dorothy was too stunned to speak. She had always dreamed of traveling to different countries, but she never imagined it would happen this soon.Stefan wiped his mouth with a napkin, and Griffin put down his fork. Without another word, Griffin wheeled Stefan out of the dining room and into the elevator.Back in her room, Dorothy sat on her bed, still processing the news when a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She opened it to find Emily stand
The drive to the airport was smooth. Dorothy kept smiling to herself as she gazed out the window. However, her smile slowly faded when she felt someone's eyes on her. Turning to the side, she met Stefan's steady gaze.Clearing her throat, Dorothy said, "I'm really excited about this trip to Paris. I've never traveled by air before, and I think it must be amazing." She explained enthusiastically, but it was all in vain as Stefan simply looked away.Dorothy couldn't help but make faces at him.The car came to a halt as they arrived at the airport."We're here," the driver announced. Griffin stepped out and helped Stefan while Dorothy got out on her own."The airport looks even better than it does in magazines," she said with a smile, taking in the surroundings.Griffin wheeled Stefan forward, and Dorothy immediately ran after them. The security guards followed behind with their luggage. Upon entering, Dorothy noticed the place was nearly empty, with only a few people around who greeted
The next morning, in Stefan's mansion, he watched as Dorothy packed everything she would need. Today was the day she was leaving for school."Alright, I'm set," Dorothy informed him once she was done."I didn’t see you take any of my clothes. You should take them, love, because what if you get cold and need someone to hold? I’m sure my shirt would fit into that space," Stefan said.Dorothy smiled and walked closer to him, standing between his legs and resting her arms on his shoulders."I already took plenty of your clothes, love," she said."Oh? Then did you take—""Everything, love. I took everything," Dorothy cut him off, giving him a knowing smile. She knew Stefan wished she didn’t have to leave—she wished the same—but there wasn’t much choice. She had to go."Seems like you're fully prepared. I wish I could go with you, but I can't leave the company," Stefan sighed. "Your ride will be here in the next five minutes. I wish I could take you one more time.""Stefan, five minutes? An
Police Station.Clarissa looked like she hadn't slept all night. The room was dark, the ground dirty and cold. She squeezed herself against the bars, crying loudly—simply because a cockroach was crawling toward her."Someone get me out of here!" she cried, banging on the cell door in sheer panic. The cockroach kept moving forward."Ahhhhhhh... Mummyyyyy!!!" Clarissa screamed even louder."Can you keep it down? You're not the only one sleeping here tonight," a chunky woman with a groggy voice grumbled angrily.She had been in the cell when they brought Clarissa in. Judging by the way Clarissa was dressed, she knew this was her first time here."Who are you to tell me to be quiet when that disgusting animal is coming toward me?" Clarissa retorted rudely.The woman smirked and stood up. "Woman, it's just a cockroach. Haven't you seen one before?" she asked with a curious look."Take a good look at me. Do I look like someone who should be anywhere near this filthy creature? Look at you—it
Two days laterSomeone knocked on the door repeatedly, the sound growing louder every second. Clarissa was getting sick of it. She slipped on her expensive dress and sunglasses before going to open the door. Standing at the doorstep were two unfamiliar men accompanied by the family butler."Miss Clarissa, I'm surprised you and your mother are still here. I expected you both to have packed up by now," the butler said.Clarissa burst out laughing. "You were serious about giving this house to charity?" Her expression made it clear she didn’t believe him."Miss, these are the founders of the Mary Jane Orphanage Organization" He introduced her to the men. "We've already finalized everything, and they are taking possession of the house," the butler replied.Clarissa looked at him like he was joking. "This is my family's house. It has existed for decades, and you think I'd give it up for charity?""Baby, let's just go," Agnes said tiredly from behind. She had already packed everything they n
Agnes could swear that she almost fainted, but Clarissa caught her immediately."Charity? Are you out of your mind!?" Clarissa screamed, and Dorothy responded with a nonchalant shrug."I don't want anything from that man, and both of you already got fifteen percent. Why don’t we just give the orphanage the house, money, and car? They’ll really need it," Dorothy said dryly."I agree," Stefan nodded.Clarissa gritted her teeth, flying toward Dorothy and attempting to slap her, but Dorothy was quick enough to throw her own slap first. Clarissa, who hadn’t been slapped by anyone in a long time, couldn’t believe how much it hurt."You and Agnes should be ashamed! You know what your father did to me, right? I'm not related to you, not even by blood. For years, you made me believe you were doing me a favor, but your father killed my family just to take me. Now, what have I done to deserve any of that?" Dorothy screamed with teary eyes.Stefan, who was standing beside her, moved forward and g
The next morning, Mason stood by his car with Griffin, his hands in his pants pockets, watching as the guards searched for the basement key."So incompetent. Mr. Stefan just left you people with one job!" Kai said, shaking his head in disappointment.The guards had no idea how to explain what had happened. They had all strangely fallen asleep and could only hope that the lady was still in the basement, or else Stefan would not take kindly to them.One of the guards spotted the key on the floor, his face lighting up with happiness. "I found it!" he exclaimed, picking it up and rushing to open the door. As the door swung open, the guards began coughing.They pushed through the dust, their smiles fading when they found Emily lying lifeless on the ground. Her body looked shriveled and dried up.The guards murmured in confusion. None of them had received an order from Stefan to kill anyone, so they wondered who had done it. Meanwhile, Stefan looked up, troubled, watching from where he stoo
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Dorothy squinted her eyes open, where Stefan sat in front of her with an offended look playing on his face."Is everything alright?" Dorothy asked, noticing Stefan’s long face."It’s just your family keeps coming, trying to convince you to go home so they can read the family will," Stefan replied.Dorothy sighed, wondering why they hadn’t given up yet. If they wanted to read the family will, then she would be fine if they read it without her. Even if she inherited anything, she wouldn’t accept it.She suddenly thought of something. "I’ll go home," she told Stefan out of the blue."Why?" Stefan asked, his face a picture of confusion."Since they won’t leave me alone, I’ll go," she replied."Love, if you’re going there, then you must let me come with you. I can’t let you go to that family alone," Stefan said. He didn’t agree with her plan of going, but he knew she had something in mind, so he wouldn’t stop her."Sure, Stefan, you can come with me," Dorothy replied softly.Stefan removed
In a dark, cold, dusty basement, a woman sat with her hands tied behind her back. She looked tired and weak, having not eaten for days. The long door slowly creaked open, and light filled the room—it was the first light she had seen in days, almost blinding her.Footsteps approached her. A tall, familiar figure stood before her. He was not happy."What is your offense?" he asked with a dry expression.Shalom's heart pounded with fear. "Please... I didn't mean to do it. I was just angry and wanted my revenge," she cried."Revenge for what exactly? What did my wife ever do to you to make you want to kill her?" Stefan asked, and Shalom cried even harder.Stefan smirked and crouched beside her. "Your real name is not Shalom," he said. She gave him a surprised look, wanting to shake her head and deny it, but the fear gripping her body betrayed her.All this while, she had worked with Stefan, always overlooking him because of his disabilities. She had thought he was useless, incapable of do
The phone kept ringing, but Dorothy wouldn't pick up after seeing the caller's name. Ever since Finn's incident, she had decided to cut herself off from the Florence family. They were the reason of the major loss of her life and they made her believe she owed them a favor.A knock sounded at the door, and Chole stepped in. Dorothy's face brightened slightly."Chole, how are you?" Dorothy greeted cheerfully."I'm good, ma'am. I just came to say goodbye and drop off a little present for you," Chole said, taking out a small box."It's not much because I'm still trying to save money, but I hope you'll accept it," she added, handing the box to Dorothy."Thank you," Dorothy smiled. Barely a second later, Shalom stepped in with a wrapped box. Chole couldn't help but roll her eyes—something about her felt off."Miss, I'd love to say you're the best person I've ever worked with, even in such a short time. I hope you'll accept my goodbye gift," Shalom said with a smile, handing over the box."T