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The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 1
Lila Evans’ heart pounded in her chest as she climbed the marble steps leading to the grand Harrington Manor. The estate was nothing short of breathtaking, with its gardens, towering columns, and stonework. As she reached the massive front doors, she paused, eyes wide in awe. This was nothing like the modest life she’d known. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her simple, yet neat, uniform. This is it, she thought, her excitement barely contained. The magnificence of the place was overwhelming. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above her, casting light across the polished floors. Elaborate paintings hung on the walls, depicting scenes from myths and legends she couldn’t quite place. Lila had always dreamt of living surrounded by such beauty, even if only as a servant. “Miss Evans!” The sharp voice of the head maid, Mrs. Thornton, jolted her from her reverie. The elderly woman had been droning on about house rules and expectations, but Lila hadn’t heard a word. Her attention
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 2
A week had passed since Lila first set foot in the Harrington manor, and already, the enormity of her responsibilities had begun to weigh on her. As Lady Victoria Harrington’s new lady-in-waiting, she was expected to cater to every whim, no matter how trivial or demanding. Victoria was a woman of impeccable taste but little patience, and her disdain for those beneath her social class was palpable. Lila had quickly learned that any misstep, no matter how small, could lead to swift and merciless retribution. Yet, despite the hardships, Lila couldn’t help but relish the small privileges that came with her position. Being the lady-in-waiting set her apart from the other servants; she was allowed access to parts of the manor that they could only dream of, and she received a slightly larger portion at meals. These little advantages filled her with a sense of pride and superiority, even if she was only a few rungs above the others on the social ladder. For once in her life, she felt like
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 3
Lila stood several feet behind Mrs. Harrington’s chair, her hands folded in front of her as the dining room bustled with activity. The servants moved about efficiently, placing dishes of all sorts on the long, polished table. The aroma of roasted meats, fresh bread, and seasoned vegetables filled the air, causing Lila’s stomach to twist with hunger. She glanced at the spread, her mouth watering as she eyed the perfectly cooked lamb, the golden crust of the pie, and the creamy mashed potatoes. But she quickly looked away, focusing her gaze on a point on the wall across from her. This was no time to show weakness. Victoria Harrington, seated at the head of the table, was in her element. With a satisfied smirk, she began describing each dish to her husband, Alexander, who listened with a polite smile. Lila couldn’t help but scowl as Victoria took credit for the meal, even though all she had done was yell at the cooks all day. She felt a spark of irritation as she watched Victoria spea
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The door clicked shut behind him, leaving only the soft glow of the lamp and the pounding of Lila’s heart filling the silence. Alexander stood there, his gaze locked on her, making the room feel even smaller. Lila’s breath hitched, her mind scrambling for answers. What was he doing here? At this hour? She’d expected him to be in his wife’s arms by now, but here he was, staring at her with an intensity that made her throat dry. His eyes roamed over her, drifting from her face down to her body. It was then that she remembered—she was standing in nothing but her petticoat. And a short, transparent one at that! Panic seized her, and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself. She didn’t dare move, afraid that any shift might reveal more than he’d already seen. The silence was thick, almost suffocating, so she decided to break it. “Mr. Harrington,” she squeaked, her voice trembling as one hand clutched at her bosom, the other pressed against her thigh.
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 5
Morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Lila stirred, her body still tense from the previous night’s encounter. She had barely slept, her mind replaying every second of what had happened—the way Mr. Harrington’s eyes lingered, the words he said, and how he had toyed with her. ”You look good in that,” he’d said. But it was the warning after that still had her stomach in knots: ”Disobedience might be overlooked once, but I won’t make a habit out of it.”Lila shivered despite the warmth of the room. It had been a subtle threat, yet enough to remind her how fragile her position in this house was. She didn’t even want to face him this morning. Could she even manage to act normal after everything that had transpired? Pulling herself out of bed, she dressed in her usual maid uniform, making sure everything was neatly in place. As she stood before the mirror, tying her apron, she noticed the slight tremor in her hands. Get it together, she s
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 6
The trip to the jewellery store felt surreal. She could hardly breathe as she walked into the most exclusive boutique in town, her eyes scanning displays of glittering gems. After what felt like hours, she settled on a stunning diamond necklace—delicate, shimmering stones that cascaded like droplets of water, each one catching the light in the most magnificent way. It was perfect, the kind of piece a woman like Mrs. Harrington should have.By the time Lila returned to the estate, her nerves were frayed. She had done everything right. The necklace was elegant, expensive, and flawless. Surely, this is what Mr. Harrington had in mind?Later that evening, Lila was summoned to Mrs. Harrington’s room. Stepping in, she immediately felt the tension in the air. Mrs. Harrington sat propped up on pillows, her face pale and flushed from the cold she’d caught. Despite her illness, her expression was as sharp as ever.“Well, if it isn’t the girl who probably gave me this cold,” Mrs. Harrington snee
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Lila blinked. She must have misheard. Alexander Harrington had been messing with her all day, from giving her the impression he was about to kiss her, to trusting her with large amounts of money, and not to mention making her cook a late-night dinner in nothing but a petticoat. She had to be imagining things. But as she met his eyes, the feral impatience and dominance gleaming there, she knew she wasn’t. She hadn’t heard wrong. “Sir?” she stammered, her voice weak. “I hate repeating myself, Lila,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes watching her like a predator. “If I do, there will be even more consequences.” His words rang in her ears: Crawl to me. What was she? A dog? Yet, despite the insult in his command, she slowly sank to her knees. Her hands met the floor, and she began to crawl toward him, her eyes focused on the ground. Her cheeks burned with humiliation. How had it come to this? Crawling on the floor in her madam’s husband’s office? “Look at me,” he order
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 8
Lila had spent the night crying. The humiliation of crawling on the floor, stripping for Alexander Harrington, and then being discarded afterward cut deep. She had let him touch her, had bared herself, and in the end, he tossed her away like Mrs. Harrington had discarded the expensive necklace. The memory twisted in her stomach as she woke up the next morning, eyes puffy from all the tears.As she adjusted her gown in the mirror, she could still feel the burning sensation on her behind. She couldn’t forget the sting of the belt. Lifting the hem of her dress, she lowered her undergarments and checked the marks. Her skin was still red, though not as much as it had been last night. The soreness lingered. Just grazing her fingers over the belt marks made her wince.How could Alexander treat her like that? After giving her these marks, did he expect her to just move on? But what had she expected from him? Did she think he would soothe the pain, apply ice to the wounds he’d inflicted? This
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Lila’s fingers curled tightly around the tulips in her hand, their delicate petals now crushed by the force of her grip. Her face was contorted in a frown as she walked behind Mrs. Harrington, who was barking orders at a poor man standing on a ladder, adjusting the curtains. It wasn’t the curtains that irritated Lila—it was everything else.She had woken up with that same frustrating, empty feeling from the night before. The night that had started with so much potential but ended in disappointment. Lila had nearly gotten what she wanted with Alexander, almost… but once again, it had slipped through her fingers. It was becoming a familiar pattern, and the anger inside her had reached its boiling point.Mrs. Harrington’s voice broke through her thoughts as she snapped, "Move them further to the right. To the right, you idiot!"Lila nearly rolled her eyes. "It’s a dinner party, not a fashion show, why does it matter?" she muttered under her breath, her gaze falling on the curtains that w
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 32
"Under the table," Alexander hissed, his voice sharp with urgency. Lila blinked once, twice, before quickly scrambling to gather her uniform and bra, diving under the desk. Her breath was ragged as she crouched there, clutching the fabric to her chest. The sound of knocking filled the room again, louder this time. "Alex?" Mrs. Harrington called from the other side. "We can’t keep ignoring this rift between us. I know I said I didn’t want to talk to you, and I appreciate the space you’ve given me. But I’m ready now. I need us to talk about what happened." Alexander’s hands fumbled as he fixed his disheveled appearance, muttering a string of curses under his breath. Another knock. This one more insistent. "Alex? I’m coming in." The door creaked open, and Victoria stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, shadows cast by the single desk lamp making the space feel smaller. She paused, her gaze sweeping over Alexander. He was sitting stiffly in his chair, his shirt slightly untucked, hi
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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
The Waiting Lady's Affair. Chapter 26.
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
