A desperate sacrifice, a heart of stone, and a love that dare not speak its name."
Book Description:
In a world where poverty and desperation reign, 17-year-old Salma's life is a constant struggle. Orphaned by circumstance, bullied by her peers, and...
I woke up early the next morning, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. I knew I had to face Louis and start my duties as his personal maid.
As I got dressed, there was a knock on the door. It was one of the other maids, holding a crisp, black and white maid's uniform.
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The uniform
"The sottocapo wants you to wear this," she said, her voice expressionless.
I took the uniform, feeling a sense of humiliation wash over me. I quickly put it on, feeling like I was losing myself in the process.
As I made my way downstairs, Louis was waiting for me in the foyer. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on the uniform.
"Good," he said. "You look like a proper maid now. He smirked before quickly changing to a serious expression "Here's your list of chores for the day."
He handed me a long list of tasks, from cleaning his room to doing his laundry, preparing his coffee by 8:20am sharp. I felt my eyes widening as I scanned the list, but I didn't say a word.
I sighed quietly and quickly got to work, trying to complete the tasks on the list. But it was too much, and I found myself getting more and more flustered.
As I was rushing to deliver the coffee I made with much stress before it was too late, I collided with a tall, imposing figure. I looked up to see Armando, the big boss, staring at me in shock and anger.
The contents of the tray I was carrying went flying, spilling all over Armando's expensive suit.
"Oh Lord;" I whispered, feeling like I was going to faint. " No no no"
Armando's face turned red with rage. "You stupid girl," he thundered. "Look what you've done."
He took a step closer to me, his eyes blazing with anger. I tried to apologize, but he cut me off.
"Shut up," he growled. "You're just a clumsy, incompetent fool."
He raised his hand, and I flinched, thinking he was going to hit me. But instead, he gripped my neck hard, pinning me against the wall.
"You're going to pay for this," he hissed, his breath hot against my face. "You're going to regret this day that you spilled coffee on me."
I tried to struggle, but his grip was too tight. I felt like I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.
Just as I thought Armando was going to kill me, he suddenly released his grip on my neck and I gasped for air, feeling like I was going to collapse.
Armando's face was still red with rage, but he seemed to be struggling to control his temper.
