Chapter Thirty-nine: New Life Of Torment

Illyra

Seven hours later, I had never felt so sweaty and filthy in my life. I had cleaned Andrei's house and I felt like a filthy maid. But I was glad.

With a sigh, I squeezed my sponge over the bucket of soapy water I was using to clean his house.

There was still almost no dirt—I guessed Andrei's team of servants had cleaned the place top to bottom the day before. It was the only logical reason she was cleaning the entire place with little or no dirt.

But he’d still made me scrub every inch of the enormous house’s marble floor. I knew it angered him when I admitted I preferred to clean the entire house than sleep with him. He was punishing me but I didn't care.

I narrowed my eyes. Tyrannical and proud man. My back ached, as did my arms and legs. Hours and hours, I had cleaned the entire house. But—and this was the part I was happy about—I’d done it all with my clothes on.

He’d thought a little cleaning could humiliate me? I worked in the resort as a housekeeper, scrubbing toilets