(DAPHNE'S POINT OF VIEW )Liam’s bedroom is dark and cold. The thick curtains in the room block rays of sunlight from peeling through, leaving the place dim and depressing. My heart pounds underneath my chest when I slip into the room, every nerve inside me is on high alert but I know it's empty. I saw when he left . The bed sits perfectly made in the middle. On the nightstands, there’s almost nothing. Across the room, there's a dresser that holds a single glass and crystal decanter, nothing else, like it’s only there for show. The room feels empty, like there's no personal touches, just neat rows of suits in the open wardrobe and a faint smell of cologne. But that's not why I'm here.The information I got earlier keeps running through my mind—Liam knows what happened to my parents. And if he is involved, the best place to find proof is here.I silently shut the door softly behind me and start searching. I open drawers. I check under papers, even feeling behind the paintings on the w
(REIGN'S POINT OF VIEW)My office being located at the twentieth floor of the company's being, I stand in front of the tall glass windows and look down at the glimmering city in front of me. Everything looks like tiny from here, everything looks like they are on the palm of my hand, mine to control and mine to crush. My shoulders rise when I get a sniff of power and control in the air. The Manhattan skyline looks splendid today. It stretches endlessly beyond the glass walls.The thought brings a smirk to my face. I shove my hand into my pocket and take out a packet of cigar, popping a stick into my mouth.“Sir, you shouldn’t”Dean's voice reaches my ears in a warning as I bring up the lighter but proceeds to light it up and releases a puff of smoke into the air and there comes that tightness in my chest that has been persistent and so familiar that I have entertained and gotten used to it. “Did you do everything as planned Dean?” I inquire, not taking my eyes from the blusting city un
(REIGN'S POINT OF VIEW)Engrossed in getting my signature on the piles of documents seated on the table, I don't hear the commotion outside my office till the door bursts open. My head shoots up sharply to see Dean following closely behind a woman, trying to stop her, but it's a lost cause as she marches towards me like a storm."Reign." She drops her purse on the table and leans her body down by balancing her weight on the table."Why have you been ignoring my calls, boy? And why did you tell your assistant to try and stop me from coming here?" She rants, pointing accusingly at Dean, who looks like he wants to vanish that instant. "Tell me, are you also ashamed of me?!""Mother," I began tiredly, resting my back on the seat. “How have you been?” I tilt my head and look at her calmly. Her eyes shooting daggers."Don't you dare try to mother me, Reign. If you knew you had a mother, you would have made sure to check on her living status," she finally leans back and drags out a chair and
{RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW}There's a party in the mansion, so it's busy and filled to the brim with various types of people that all look like they are all cut from the same cloth. The party is filled with laughter echoing over the soft music in the background with glasses of champagne. Each guest wears their wealth like a pride flag. Their suits are tailored and their dresses are elegant, blending into a display of extravagance.It's as if this gathering is meant to showcase their power more than celebrate anything. I have no idea what the party is for; I am just a maid. I move through the crowd with a silver tray in my hand. I pass from one corner of the grand hall to the other, being careful not to disturb anyone's conversation. I've never seen anything like this before—a sea of people who seemed to belong to the same world but hardly acknowledged one another, as if their shared fortune alone was enough to hold them together. It's almost starting to get tiring when the only thing
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)I try not to show the apprehensiveness that sprints through my system as the oldest daughter, Mrs. Llia, studies me alongside Ms. Alice who looks like she's ready to fire me. I hold my hands in front of me and bite my lips to conceal my anxiety.“I was informed you went into Reign's bedroom?” She finally speaks after what feels like eternity. “The maids who cleans his room are assigned by me and I don't remember assigning you that task. So what connection do you have with the bastard grandson of the family?” Her fiend like eyes pin me but I am more concerned about how she addressed Reign.Bastard grandson? Isn't that a little too much but what can I expect from a family of serpent; they eat their own. I clears my throat and lies, something I have been doing lately for Reign. “I-I exchanged with one of the maids because she was feeling under the weather and I forgot my pills. I only went there to retrieve them.”Mrs. Lila takes a step forward. This close I can
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)It's been two weeks since Daphne and I started working at the Montgomery mansion and we rarely run into each other since the estate is so large; I could count the number of times I have gotten lost trying to find my way.Daphne and I collided in the hallway. I notice the determined look on her face before it falls às she smiles at me and the bags under her eyes. “Hey, aren't you sleeping well?” I reach out to touch her face but she moves away, I slowly retreats my hand.“I'm fine, I've been helping out more in the kitchen and it's exhausting, it messes with my sleeping hours.”I nod in understanding and open my mouth to speak but get intruded on.“Hey, you two, what are you doing standing there when you should be working?Daphne and I turn, apologies already on our tongues as we face the third daughter of Mrs Llia but she holds her hand up, silencing us. She has a tray with a jug of lemon water and a glass.“Nevermind, I don't even care. You?” She points at m
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)“Who do you think is the scariest among the big boss's grandsons?”The sentence catches my attention. I raise my head up where I'm cutting vegetables on the massive kitchen counter. Today I'm on kitchen duties since a feast is coming up.“Liam.” Another staff member answers and the rest nod and hums in agreement.“I think he's the scariest too. He's always calm and collected. Such man is a dangerous man,”I could have discerned too if I didn't get myself almost strangled to an early grave by Reign Montgomery with a monstrous and animalistic look.“How about Ethan?” “That one?” Another staff hisses. “He's not terrifying and dangerous at all, other than his awful temper. He's like a chained dog, all bark and no bite.” The girls giggle. I almost laughed too but Daphne who's standing by my side jabs me on the rib and shakes her head. I get what she means. These girls are so bold to gossip about their bosses despite the rules and how notorious the family is. Aga
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)A month passes and I have survived quite well serving the Montgomery family and this time, I get to serve Maxwell Montgomery; the bigger boss.Ms. Alice is always picky about who serves the old man his meals and rarely allows the staff to step in there without her presence.I arrive at the older Montgomery’s door with a tray of food picked out by Ms. Alice herself but the door which is supposed to be locked is opened. Confused, I softly push the door, it opens and my eyes widens at the sight that greets me.The older Montgomery asleep lays in his bed, while a maid injects a yellowish substance into his IV bag. She flinches and freezes like a deer caught in the spot when she sees me. I step into the room, find a table to place the tray of food and reach her in an instant. I grab her wrist, and look at the substances she was injecting, yellowish and unhealthy. I meet her eyes, she doesn't look fearful at all. “You are not his doctor and you are not supposed to
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)There's another party going on at the mansion—the third one in a week. The estate is busy and bustling. Luckily, I'm not serving the guests because I'm taking care of Mr. Montgomery. The night is young, and I have already finished two books. “The end,” I read out loud and looked at him. I anticipated him to be sleepy and depleted, but his eyes only shone at me like a curious child. I beam. “Should we read another one, Mr. Montgomery?” He shakes his head. “I'm getting bored and tired. Tell me about yourself, Raelynn.” “There's nothing to tell, really,” I answer. My life is as dull and empty as a blank sheet. He doesn't respond, only looks at me to continue. I sigh. “I don't know who my parents are. I lived in the orphanage until I was old enough to leave and start a life of my own, and since then, I've been living every day hoping for a better day.” I shrug. My life is so dull.“Have you found a better day yet, Raelynn?” Again, I shrug. “Not yet, but I
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)A day after the ordeal, I get cornered by Daphne. Her eyes are judging as she looks at me. “Tell me the truth, Rae, did you really sleep with the old man to get promoted?” My eyes boarden at the accusation, and my hands itch to slap her across the face. “What?” My hand clench into a fist by my side. She throws her hands in the air. “What do you want me to believe? That's what everyone is saying. The rumors have spread far and wide. If your parents were alive, do you think they would be happy to see their daughter shamelessly opening her legs for a man old enough to be her great-grandfather?”This time, I did not resist the urge and smacked her across the face. “I can expect everyone to judge and insult me, but not you, Daphne,” tears sting my eyes.She stares back flabbergasted, her hand on her face. “Did you just hit me?” she polls as if she can't believe it. “Did you just freaking hit me because I'm trying to talk sense into you for being a whore?” “I
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)Mrs. Llia keeps to her words and I am ordered to never step foot into Mr. Montgomery's room as long as I wish to keep my job longer. A week has passed already.Imagine my astonishment when I was summoned back to Mr. Montgomery's room. I pause abruptly as I open the door, finding many pairs of eyes staring at me, including his four daughters, then Reign, Laim, Ethan, and Dr. Isabella, who smiles at me encouragingly.Shit! What have I done? My heart beats in my chest as my gaze stays on Reigns; he doesn't look mischievous and he doesn't look serious either but he looks at me with a gaze that makes me shiver.Feeling like an outcast and an intruder, I almost cower to the wall and look at Mr. Montgomery, who is smiling at me.“Father, why did you invite us all here? Why is she present?” Mrs. Pam sends me a dagger-like gaze but smiles sweetly at her father."I have an announcement to make and you should be all here to witness it," the older man begins. “From now o
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)“Good morning, Mr. Montgomery.” I beam at the old man on his bed as I stride into the room with a food tray. He reciprocates with a wider smile, putting down the book he's reading and removing his glasses.“Ah, Miss Raelynn, I guess I will be seeing more of you.” I grin, placing the tray of food on the table beside the table. “How was your night?”He chortles. “I'm still alive; thanks to you this time.”It puzzles me how blithe he is about being poisoned by his own family. And I can only marvel at why he isn't doing anything about it but it's his family matter; who am I to meddle in their affairs?“Do you like reading, Miss Raelynn?” He raises the book. “You see, I'm old; I can't barely make out the words and Dr. Isabella isn't here to read it to me.” “Of course, Mr. Montgomery.” I immediately reach out and take the book; I sit on the side of the bed. I realize the genre of the book is a horror one. “You like reading horror?” I look at him flabbergasted.“
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)A month passes and I have survived quite well serving the Montgomery family and this time, I get to serve Maxwell Montgomery; the bigger boss.Ms. Alice is always picky about who serves the old man his meals and rarely allows the staff to step in there without her presence.I arrive at the older Montgomery’s door with a tray of food picked out by Ms. Alice herself but the door which is supposed to be locked is opened. Confused, I softly push the door, it opens and my eyes widens at the sight that greets me.The older Montgomery asleep lays in his bed, while a maid injects a yellowish substance into his IV bag. She flinches and freezes like a deer caught in the spot when she sees me. I step into the room, find a table to place the tray of food and reach her in an instant. I grab her wrist, and look at the substances she was injecting, yellowish and unhealthy. I meet her eyes, she doesn't look fearful at all. “You are not his doctor and you are not supposed to
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)“Who do you think is the scariest among the big boss's grandsons?”The sentence catches my attention. I raise my head up where I'm cutting vegetables on the massive kitchen counter. Today I'm on kitchen duties since a feast is coming up.“Liam.” Another staff member answers and the rest nod and hums in agreement.“I think he's the scariest too. He's always calm and collected. Such man is a dangerous man,”I could have discerned too if I didn't get myself almost strangled to an early grave by Reign Montgomery with a monstrous and animalistic look.“How about Ethan?” “That one?” Another staff hisses. “He's not terrifying and dangerous at all, other than his awful temper. He's like a chained dog, all bark and no bite.” The girls giggle. I almost laughed too but Daphne who's standing by my side jabs me on the rib and shakes her head. I get what she means. These girls are so bold to gossip about their bosses despite the rules and how notorious the family is. Aga
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)It's been two weeks since Daphne and I started working at the Montgomery mansion and we rarely run into each other since the estate is so large; I could count the number of times I have gotten lost trying to find my way.Daphne and I collided in the hallway. I notice the determined look on her face before it falls às she smiles at me and the bags under her eyes. “Hey, aren't you sleeping well?” I reach out to touch her face but she moves away, I slowly retreats my hand.“I'm fine, I've been helping out more in the kitchen and it's exhausting, it messes with my sleeping hours.”I nod in understanding and open my mouth to speak but get intruded on.“Hey, you two, what are you doing standing there when you should be working?Daphne and I turn, apologies already on our tongues as we face the third daughter of Mrs Llia but she holds her hand up, silencing us. She has a tray with a jug of lemon water and a glass.“Nevermind, I don't even care. You?” She points at m
(RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW)I try not to show the apprehensiveness that sprints through my system as the oldest daughter, Mrs. Llia, studies me alongside Ms. Alice who looks like she's ready to fire me. I hold my hands in front of me and bite my lips to conceal my anxiety.“I was informed you went into Reign's bedroom?” She finally speaks after what feels like eternity. “The maids who cleans his room are assigned by me and I don't remember assigning you that task. So what connection do you have with the bastard grandson of the family?” Her fiend like eyes pin me but I am more concerned about how she addressed Reign.Bastard grandson? Isn't that a little too much but what can I expect from a family of serpent; they eat their own. I clears my throat and lies, something I have been doing lately for Reign. “I-I exchanged with one of the maids because she was feeling under the weather and I forgot my pills. I only went there to retrieve them.”Mrs. Lila takes a step forward. This close I can
{RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW}There's a party in the mansion, so it's busy and filled to the brim with various types of people that all look like they are all cut from the same cloth. The party is filled with laughter echoing over the soft music in the background with glasses of champagne. Each guest wears their wealth like a pride flag. Their suits are tailored and their dresses are elegant, blending into a display of extravagance.It's as if this gathering is meant to showcase their power more than celebrate anything. I have no idea what the party is for; I am just a maid. I move through the crowd with a silver tray in my hand. I pass from one corner of the grand hall to the other, being careful not to disturb anyone's conversation. I've never seen anything like this before—a sea of people who seemed to belong to the same world but hardly acknowledged one another, as if their shared fortune alone was enough to hold them together. It's almost starting to get tiring when the only thing