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The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 17
Dinner that night was different. Alexander barely glanced at his wife, who sat trying to make light conversation. Each time Victoria’s voice broke the silence, Isabel’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, clearly basking in the attention Alexander gave her. He watched her, his gaze unwavering, and the way he looked at her sent a wave of jealousy straight through Lila. Victoria noticed too, her attempts to pull Alexander’s attention becoming more desperate, until finally, she gave up, a dejected look falling across her face. Alexander finished his meal, pushed his chair back, and left the table without so much as a glance at his wife. Lila could hardly look. She had spent all day trying to avoid Isabel after the scene with the gown, hoping the tension would pass. But now, everything seemed worse. Back in her room, she absentmindedly held onto the necklace Alexander had gifted her, her fingers tracing the delicate chain. He had given her this. He had shown her, in his own way, that
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Lila barely had a chance to breathe when Alexander closed the door behind him, his gaze dark and unreadable as he strode across the room. The way he looked at her sent chills down her spine, a mix of anger and something else she couldn’t quite name. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice cold, almost clinical. She blinked, trying to find her voice. “I… I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me—” “Did you hear me?” he interrupted, not an ounce of patience in his tone. “I said, strip.” She hesitated, hands trembling as I reached for the edge of my dress. She felt exposed and humiliated, but his eyes held no sympathy, no softness. Only frustration and desire. When she was standing there in nothing but bare skin, he moved closer, his eyes raking over her with an intensity that burned. He said nothing, just circled her slowly, as though appraising his possession. Then, suddenly, he swept his arm across the vanity table, sending everything crashing to the floor. Perfume bottles shattered, bru
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 19
Lila’s eyes opened slowly, the early morning light just barely filtering through the curtains. The pain was sharp and unyielding; every inch of her body felt sore, her skin stinging where the belt had struck her over and over the night before. She shifted, but each movement reminded her of the bruises on her behind, the lingering punishment from Alexander. Even as she winced, his presence consumed her thoughts. She forced herself up, sliding off the bed carefully, struggling against the ache in her body as she dressed. It took effort to pull herself together, to even brush her hair, but she tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the clock. Mrs. Harrington would be waiting soon, and she couldn’t risk showing up late—she didn’t need the added scorn. But as she stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down her dress, her mind went back to him. He was everywhere, filling every part of her senses, dominating her with a force she could hardly understand. And then, as if her thoughts had
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 20.
With Alexander, pleasure always came before the pain. Lila tugged at the knot binding her wrists, feeling the rough fabric scrape her skin. She’d struggled against it for what felt like ages, her arms aching, but Alexander had tied it mercilessly tight before he left, leaving her splayed out, helpless. Her fingers finally caught hold of a loose loop, and after a few agonizing tugs, she was able to work herself free. Rubbing her wrists, she hissed as she glanced down at the raw, red marks and the bruises already forming along her skin. The tie had burned the flesh there, and the sting intensified with every movement. For a moment, she considered staying in bed, claiming sickness, avoiding what was sure to be another long, gruelling day. But she forced herself to stand, feeling her legs shaky beneath her, still caught in the haze of everything he’d put her through. Pulling herself together, she quickly dressed, willing her mind to shift back to the present. You can’t be late, she
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Lila was just starting to process what she’d overheard when she felt a sharp tug on her arm. She spun around, eyes widening as she faced Isabel, who had a smug, triumphant look plastered on her face. “Eavesdropping on the Madame, are we?” Isabel sneered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Lila scoffed, pulling her arm free. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. You’re imagining things.” “Oh, don’t play innocent. I saw you. You think I’m blind?” Isabel’s eyes narrowed, glancing over Lila with a look of disdain. “And, by the way, I know Alexander was in your room this morning. What’s going on between you two?” Lila’s expression stayed steady, though her heart thudded at the accusation. “I could ask you the same, Isabel. Seems like you’re a bit too obsessed with his every move.” Isabel took a step closer, her face now inches from Lila’s. “You better stay away from him. He’s mine.” She looked her up and down, her eyes landing on the bruises on Lila’s wrist. Lila folded her hands behind her
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 22.
Lila’s stomach churned as she sat in the small, cramped room they’d been moved to. She looked around, feeling more like a prisoner than a maid. The bed was small and the walls felt like they were closing in on her. After the way things had blown up with Isabel earlier, she wasn’t sure if she’d get any peace tonight—or if Alexander would be showing up to deal with them himself. A maid had brought dinner with a quick, annoyed look, saying Mrs. Harrington was so upset with them for embarrassing her in front of her friend today. As if that lady wasn’t already humiliating herself, stuffing her face like she hadn’t eaten for days! Lila fumed, stabbing her fork into the food. All this was because of Isabel and her big mouth. She hadn’t spoken to her since, but had noticed her shadow pacing outside a little while ago. And now, suddenly, it was quiet. Lila’s thoughts shifted to Alexander. She wondered if he’d been told about the fight yet. Did he think she was a troublemaker? She felt a sh
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Lila felt her mouth go dry as she heard Alexander’s command. She could hear Isabel’s heavy breathing before he spoke, but now she believed she had froze at his words. “ Don’t make me repeat myself.” He said calmly, but Lila knew he was anything but calm. Isabel hadn’t moved. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t like the girl, she found her irritating, and yet, something about the idea of them touching each other made her feel in a manner she never thought possible. She was thinking about it. Her fingers twitching as she gently lifted her fingers in the air to find her skin. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt a soft hand graze her nipple. The feeling was sensational. Lila’s hands found Isabel’s breast and she gently placed her hands on them, she felt Goosebumps rise on the skin as she squeezed gently. Isabel let out a breathy moan and this encouraged Lila. She lifted her other hand to the other breast and squeezed harder. She felt Isabel arch her back as she gasped. Des
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The morning sun streamed through the thin curtains of Mrs. Harrington’s room as Lila brushed her hair, trying her best to keep her expression neutral. But her mind was a storm of anger. Last night was burned into her memory—the way Alexander’s cold blue eyes had fixated on her as he ravished Isabel, the smug look on Isabel’s face as she soaked in the pleasure he gave her. He wanted Lila to watch, wanted her to feel every ounce of jealousy and shame. And it worked. She tugged a bit too hard at a knot in Mrs. Harrington’s hair, her grip tightening unconsciously. “Careful!” Mrs. Harrington hissed, wincing as she jerked her head away. Lila blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “Apologies, my lady,” she replied, her voice flat, not bothering to feign the usual fear or submission. She was far too upset for that. Mrs. Harrington narrowed her eyes at Lila in the mirror. “And where is that girl, Isabel?” she asked, a hint of irritation seeping into her voice. It was unlike Isabel to be
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Alexander remained seated in his chair, taking his time to observe every curve and dip of her body. He’d missed raking his hands all over her, sliding his tongue on her soft, creamy breasts. Her soft thighs he’d been between not enough times. He didn’t understand what he ever saw in Isabel. But, despite all these thoughts swirling around in his head, his expression remained blank. He took a slow sip of his drink, taking his eyes off her, seemingly uninterested in the beautiful woman before him. This made Lila nervous. She could never understand him even though she said she did. He didn’t even seem interested as she in her. Did he even like her? She felt extremely foolish. She had come to his office hoping to get his attention , but it was slowly becoming clear that he didn’t see her as anything. Why else would he have sex with Isabel before he had sex with her, and even in front of her. She clenched her fists in anger, and emotion she had been feeling whenever Alexander was invo
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A week had passed since that catastrophic night. It felt like the entire mansion was walking on eggshells, trying to pick up the pieces of an explosion that had shattered everything. The house was no longer the lively place it once was. Now, it was eerie and quiet. Every step seemed to echo like a warning.Victoria had moved out of the master bedroom, choosing to sleep in one of the guest rooms instead. The servants whispered about how she had cried herself to sleep each night, her pillow soaked with tears. When she did leave her room, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like a ghost of herself. She was a mess—broken and lost. Her once sharp, commanding presence had dulled, leaving behind only a shell of the woman she used to be. Her anger had turned cold, silent, and dangerous. The servants made sure to steer clear, afraid of becoming the target of her wrath. No one dared speak unless spoken to, and they jumped at even the smallest sound.Alexander, on the other hand, had b
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Mrs. Harrington stood in the doorway, her face twisted in an expression of pure fury. The room was filled with heavy breaths and the dim glow of a lone candle on the nightstand. The sheets tangled around Alexander and Isabel were now discarded in their desperate scramble to get dressed. “You filthy slut!” Mrs. Harrington’s voice was a feral roar, shaking the walls. She pointed a shaking finger at Isabel. “How dare you?! In my house, with my husband!” Isabel’s eyes widened in terror, her hands clutching a thin bedsheet around her body. “Please, ma’am, I—” Before Isabel could finish her sentence, Mrs. Harrington lunged at her, the force of her slap sending Isabel sprawling off the bed. “You dare speak to me?!” Victoria’s voice cracked with rage. She was upon Isabel in an instant, her hands gripping the girl’s hair, yanking her to her feet. “You little whore!” Alexander grabbed his pants, stumbling as he tried to put them on. “Victoria, stop this!” He reached out to pull his wife awa
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Lila’s pacing grew frantic as she strained her ears in the quiet hallway, listening for any sound. Her heart hammered in her chest when the hallway grew dead silent as if Alexander had never walked in. She crept to her door and cracked the door open slightly, she peeked in, her breath catching when she saw Alexander’s head buried between Isabel’s legs. Her hand clenched the doorframe, her knuckles white. The sight of him with Isabel ignited a seething rage within her. She hated Isabel, hated how easily she was taking her place in Alexander’s heart. The only way to get rid of her for good was to expose this betrayal. It would shake the entire mansion, but she was willing to cause an earthquake to prove that she was more worthy of Alexander’s attention. With a deep breath, Lila made her decision. She hurried down the dimly lit hallway, her steps purposeful, heading towards the grand wing of the mansion where the Harrington’s slept. She reached Mrs. Harrington’s bedroom door, hesitat
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Isabel’s body was filled with raw lust that made her feel like she was going to lose control. She felt heat pool between her legs as Alexander slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Her nipples went hard against the thin fabric of her night gown. Alexander’s hands slipped down to cup her round ass. The excitement of what he was about to do her evident in his rapidly growing bulge. His hands slid down to her soft thighs as he lifted her up in one swift motion. He tried not to think of how Lila’s thighs were thicker than hers. Isabel wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as she moaned into the kiss. She could barely breath but she didn’t mind. He dropped her onto the bed and her short nightgown rode higher up her thighs, and Alexander could see that she was completely bare under the gown. He wasted no time in taking off his shirt and trouser. His cock was so hard, the veins going up the length making it look monstrous in size. The tip was red, and precum oozed out of the small
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Lila paced back and forth in her small, dimly lit room, the only sound the soft creak of the floorboards beneath her feet. Her head was pounding from the anxiety, her thoughts swirling with anger and jealousy. She didn’t know how long she’d been awake, staring at the walls, ears straining to catch the slightest sound. She wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore, only that it was late enough for the rest of the house to be in silence. But she couldn’t sleep, not when her mind was so full of questions. Would he go to her room? What would he do once he got there? The thought of Alexander with Isabel made her stomach twist painfully. Would he punish her for the chaos earlier, or would he give her pleasure just like he had done for Lila? The idea was maddening. She felt like she was losing her grip, and a dull ache started to form behind her eyes. Finally, she stopped pacing, her breath hitching as she heard it: the faintest sound of footsteps in the hallway. Her heart jumped to her
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The house buzzed with activity as Mrs. Harrington returned earlier than expected, her usual poise shattered. Her face was flushed, lips pressed into a thin line. She stormed into the grand hall, her shrill voice cutting through the chatter of the servants. “My ring! My wedding ring is missing!” she screeched. The house froze. Every servant in earshot flinched, and a ripple of panic spread through the room. Lila, standing quietly near the staircase, felt a thrill of anticipation. It was time. Her plan was unfolding perfectly. She had planted the ring in Isabel’s room only moments before, making sure to hide it in a place where the security would easily find it during the search. The security team, led by Mrs. Harrington herself, wasted no time. “Search every servant’s room! No one leaves until we find it,” she commanded. Her words were law, and the guards scattered like mice, scurrying up the stairs and into the hallways. Lila followed them discreetly, keeping her expression neutral
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The morning sun streamed through the thin curtains of Mrs. Harrington’s room as Lila brushed her hair, trying her best to keep her expression neutral. But her mind was a storm of anger. Last night was burned into her memory—the way Alexander’s cold blue eyes had fixated on her as he ravished Isabel, the smug look on Isabel’s face as she soaked in the pleasure he gave her. He wanted Lila to watch, wanted her to feel every ounce of jealousy and shame. And it worked. She tugged a bit too hard at a knot in Mrs. Harrington’s hair, her grip tightening unconsciously. “Careful!” Mrs. Harrington hissed, wincing as she jerked her head away. Lila blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “Apologies, my lady,” she replied, her voice flat, not bothering to feign the usual fear or submission. She was far too upset for that. Mrs. Harrington narrowed her eyes at Lila in the mirror. “And where is that girl, Isabel?” she asked, a hint of irritation seeping into her voice. It was unlike Isabel to be
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Lila felt her mouth go dry as she heard Alexander’s command. She could hear Isabel’s heavy breathing before he spoke, but now she believed she had froze at his words. “ Don’t make me repeat myself.” He said calmly, but Lila knew he was anything but calm. Isabel hadn’t moved. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t like the girl, she found her irritating, and yet, something about the idea of them touching each other made her feel in a manner she never thought possible. She was thinking about it. Her fingers twitching as she gently lifted her fingers in the air to find her skin. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt a soft hand graze her nipple. The feeling was sensational. Lila’s hands found Isabel’s breast and she gently placed her hands on them, she felt Goosebumps rise on the skin as she squeezed gently. Isabel let out a breathy moan and this encouraged Lila. She lifted her other hand to the other breast and squeezed harder. She felt Isabel arch her back as she gasped. Des
