Reincarned with a deities Harem (Tome 1)

Never give up

Upstairs, Gabrielle was shaking with anger. 
A few days earlier, she was the one receiving this kind of welcome—even though it had been organized by her, having always insisted on being received this way.
But with Mylène, it was instinctive; she hadn't prepared for it. As if the servants of this house didn't need to be reminded of Mylène's place and would naturally give her the honors due to her rank.

She gritted her teeth. Did this mean that all this time, these nobodys had been looking down on her? No one had ever volunteered to welcome her like this; was this the value of legitimacy?
She refused to believe it.
All those years of trying to erase her humble origins, particularly by harassing the one who was supposed to be the legitimate daughter, all that had been shattered, and now she was nothing more than a shadow in this house, making an effort not to be noticed by the legitimate members of this family…

It was horrible!

She glanced at Mylène again and nearly bit her lip until it bled. As if that weren't enough, after making her mother and herself outcasts in this house, she dared to strut around with men, each more exquisite than the last.
Had she no modesty? Wasn't she afraid of rumors spreading about her? Or was it the reason—aside from getting rid of those who were against her—that she had fired half of the staff?

She looked them over before sneering. So, even if they were handsome, it meant nothing.

Even if she had already thought about seducing Azef to piss Mylène off, he was only a servant. His beauty was worthless compared to status, so she had given up on the idea of ​​getting close to him, even though she had continued to ogle him from afar. But today, Mylène returned with two other magnificent men, making you think these men would do anything to be at her feet—which was normal, given that she was the daughter of the richest man in the kingdom, and what man? Claude Von Hosten.

Why had no one ever tried to curry favor with her despite that name? Again, the contempt for her humble origins?
She hated her parents for not making her a noblewoman at birth. If only she was a noble at birth, no one would have looked down on her, and she wouldn't be thinking of a plan B.

She clutched her dress so tightly she thought she had torn it before hearing her door suddenly open.  Her heart trembled, hoping it was her mother and not her brothers, or worse, Mylène or the Duke. She was terrified at the thought of these people coming to tell her she had to leave the house without a penny, a piece of jewelry, or her collection of dresses.

She quickly turned, her breath coming in short bursts as she could feel her fingers clenching on her dress and the tremors of terror running through her body, making her break out in a cold sweat.

Her tormented mind calmed when she saw her former maid enter, her face lowered. The latter raised her face, and Gabrielle frowned.
Her maid looked at her as before; the other maids she had encountered since yesterday looked at her with contempt, but this one remained the same, with her kind and respectful gaze.

“Abigail, I thought you'd been sent away…”

“My Lady…”

Abigail ran to Gabrielle and threw herself at her feet.

“I thought I was going to leave too. I was even certain, seeing as I'm your servant, but I guess Fancy hasn't forgotten that she and I arrived at this house on the same day. No doubt if it had been that scumbag witch, I'd be at the door, but I have no doubt that idiot Fancy, no matter how much she became a head maid, will get a telling-off when she arrives, but I don't think she'll do anything again.”

Without much thought, Gabrielle took the girl in her arms. She was happy; she had thought she was alone, but now she was sure of the opposite; she still had an ally in this house.

“Thank you... oh thank you. I thought everyone in this house was against me, but thanks to you, I think I still belong to that family.”

Abigail stared coldly at Gabrielle's back before putting on her friendly face and pulling away from Gabrielle's embrace.

“Of course you do belong. You are the only lady in this house, no matter who tells you otherwise... My lady, you will get everything you want, rest assured. Once the young masters calm down and it's proven that everything that was said was just a setup by the witch, you will regain all your rights, and those who betrayed you will regret it. Don't despair, my lady, everything will work out in the end.”

Gabrielle smiled; it was the reason she had chosen and kept this servant for all these years. She knew exactly how to speak to her to reinforce her position above Mylène.  She really liked it when she told her all this, which finally gave her courage. It was true, she was the only lady in this house, and Mylène must have known her place. In the coming days, everything would eventually return to normal.

She went into the bathroom, untying her dress.

“My Lady?”

“Prepare me a dress, I'm going out.”

“Oh, are you going somewhere in particular? I mean so I can choose something suitable.”

“No, I'm just going into town for a quick errand.”

“Good, my lady.”

Gabrielle entered the bathroom and Abigail took a dress out of Gabrielle's closet and, knowing that Gabrielle had a habit of taking too long in the shower, quickly left to inform Fancy.

“Very well, you can go back.”

“Good, ma’am.”

Abigail returned to Gabrielle without much noise while Fancy went to check on her brother.

“Rahan, are you there?”

“What is it?”

“Gabrielle is about to leave. You told me your friend was also hired as a stable boy, right?”

“Yes, and I wonder why you insisted on him being hired. He's my friend, but you know he has a very bad reputation, even in the slums.”

“It was Lady Mylene who wanted him to be her eyes and ears in the city, and she said, 'I want people without morals in my service. It saves us the hassle of unnecessary emotional turmoil when it comes to taking action.'”

“I don't know if that woman has a good influence on you, sister. You're becoming a real slut.”

“I'll take that as a compliment... now contact him.”

“Good…”

Someone knocked on Rahan's bedroom door, and he went to open it.

“Yes?”

“Is Mrs. Fancy there?”  Lady Mylène asks to see her.”