Blood of Revenge

Chapter 10

This is Astrid's wedding ring. ^^^^^

Our wedding was just signing of papers while sitting in a place saying, "I do". We didn't even look at each other once—or at least, I didn't.

After that, Blayze left, not caring to tell me where he was off to.

The mansion looked huge from the outside but from the inside, it way bigger. I couldn't find my way to anywhere until one of the maids called to me.

"Ma'am, Sir has instructed me to show you to your room."

"Finally! It's about time! Come on, before I get lost again."

"Uh, of course, ma'am."

We went through the hallway and up the stairs, going to almost the end when the maid stopped. "Here you go ma'am. If you need anything, you may tell me."

"Yes, of course, thank you. By the way, what's your name?"

"It's Janet, Ma'am."

"Okay. . . Janet. Please just don't call my ma'am from now on, you can keep the formalities for when Blayze is around. Otherwise, you can call me Astrid, okay?"

"But... you're the Mistress of the house. It-it is inappropriate of me to call you by your name."

She looked pale, as if she would pass out any second. Her words squirmed out of her mouth, so I added, "Yes, I may be the Mistress of this house, but that doesn't make me any more of a human than you. Like I said, keep these formalities for when Blayze is around."

"Yes, Ma'a—I mean Miss Astrid."

Well, it's an improvement.

I opened the door and closed it immediately when I got a glimpse of the room.

Holy shit.........

"Say... Janet, do you come in this room often?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Sir doesn't let us in his room. This place and his office are off-limits. None of us is allowed to go in there. Not even the head of the maids, Mrs. Wilson."

I sighed. "Okay, thank you. You can leave now."

When she walked away, I opened the door again, this time, rather slowly, trying to take in the view.

To say it in easy words, the room was a mess;

the bed sheet was full of creases and the blanket lay on the floor. There were boxer shorts placed nicely on the ground, a shirt hanging with the bedpost, a coffee mug on the side table and a brush on one of the pillows.

A tray of untouched food was set on the TV stand, close to a pair of pants that hung on the TV.

I went into the walk-in closet, only to find more mess. The drawers weren't shut properly, and the ones that were, had pieces of clothes sticking out. The cabinets were horrifying: the hangers were there but most of the shirts were not even on the hangers.
By the way, this guy had nothing to wear in casuals.

Shoes and boots were set on every-single-corner of the room.

The washroom had bloodstained clothes hanging on the towel-stand. Even the floor had a few stains.

The cabinet there was still better than anything I had seen till now, with only ointment and sedatives and more medicines, like a mini first-aid bar. And also, a gun.

Wait.........what?
Whose gonna attack you when you're in the washroom? Well, maybe someone will, but does he even get the time to take the gun out while a murderer is on to his neck?

Whatever the story to this was, I had something much more important to do...... clean this dirty room.

To be honest, when I looked at everything, I wanted to break through my skull and itch my brain. I wasn't used to seeing this much mess, probably because my room had barely three things in it, but still.

I took out the laundry bin and shove every single clothe that was not in the wardrobe into it. I removed the mug and food tray and called Janet to take the laundry and food tray and bring me clean bed-sheets.

I put the bed sheets on the bed, tucking them inside.

I organized his drawers and cabinets again, and put his shoes in the shoe-rack and after I made the floor stain-free, I looked around at the room with a big smile. Now, it looked awesome!

The closet and the bedroom were a contrast of black and white but the bathroom was beige.

Boy, I make an awesome housewife.

He had better not think that I'd do this again.