Chapter 102:
Exhausted after my first orgasm, I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his sweet scent, enjoying the way he rocked me to sleep.
But thanks to him, none of that mattered anymore.
He ignored me like I was a piece of furniture. Despite my attempts to talk to him and ask what I had done wrong, he turned a deaf ear, refusing all contact.
He pretended I was invisible whenever we were alone, no longer even looking in my direction.
My heart shattered at the realization that I had been discarded.
I felt used. I felt like a fool.
I wanted to look at his face and tell him that I wasn’t a toy, but his words echoed in my mind, reminding me that I was his property, his to use and discard when he grew tired of me.
And my feelings didn’t matter.
Since he chose to ignore me, I followed suit.
I was good at the game.
But thanks to this witch, I would have to turn to him for help.
I didn’t want to scrub the damn floor.
A tingling sensation settled in me when our gazes locked.
Surprisingly, he didn’t look away.
I fixed my pleading eyes on him, silently conveying hidden messages before glancing briefly at Rosa.
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“Help me,” I mouthed, hoping for him to act against Rosa. A sharp pain stung my chest as he tore his gaze away from me, staring out the window to look at the garden. My heart shattered into tiny pieces as silence met me. I knew what that meant.
Disappointment consumed me, making my eyes burn as tears threatened to fall.
I sniffed, clenching my eyes shut before opening them again. I wouldn’t let him see me cry. I wouldn’t give Rosa the satisfaction.
I was drowning in self-pity and disappointment when I didn’t notice a maid drop the cleaning equipment on the floor beside me before scurrying out of the room. My eyes widened in shock as a sponge, liquid soap, and a bucket came into view.
That was when it all made sense.
“Scrub the floor spotlessly clean,” she had said, emphasizing every word.
She wanted me to squat and scrub the huge room with a sponge?!
The height of wickedness!
I wondered what I had done to make her hate me. From the very first day I set foot in this castle, she had hated me with passion.
No wonder Alex had warned me to avoid her at all costs. A sharp shock washed over me as Rosa’s jealousy wafted through the air, hanging over her like a heavy, dark cloud.
That explained the little show she put on, caressing the King and lying on his chest, playing lovey-dovey—an act that irritated him.
