Martha muttered under he breath counting each step as she made her way to the upper section of the mansion, letting her fingers slightly glide through the stairway railings-the only thing she has always admired about this mansion. Despite was the fact that the most despicable human beings ever lived here, every intricate design spike volumes, attesting to the wealth, history, and craftsmanship put in each furniture or art piece displayed in the mansion. The gold railings were shined to spotless perfection as the little bits or carvings made in the lower stricks of wood showed the details put into it.

The large object in front of her put a halt to her thoughts as she took a deep breath, bracing herself for another meeting with the young master Philip. The first encounter with him was not pleasant, and to be honest. She expected nothing more from the son of her worst enemy. But something 

Mary took a deep breath as the scent of fresh flowers filled her nostrils. This was the life she was all about. She happily jogged through the field as she made her way down the massive field, away from the world and all its troubles. Soon her hair covered her face, and the wind had become a bit strong. Slowly she felt herself lose her footing as she struggled to keep firm on the ground. Looking to her left, her eyes widened in horror as a whirlwind filled with vengeance swiftly made its way towards her. Without thinking, she made a run for it, knowing entirely well she could never outrun the wind by the terror was enough to make her flee.

She slowly felt the wind becoming more vigorous, and soon she kissed the ground as the force pushed her down; gritting her teeth, Mary pulled her fragile form off the ground only to be hit by th slamming force of the wind, sending her spiraling throug

Mary had a little life, little life, little life… Jerking forward she moved away from her companions to figure out where that sound was from, those wretched lyrics that were the last thing on her mind as she wasted away on the soils of the forbidden forest in Scotland during her past life. This was a new start, she will never go back! Death was a better option. Nobody else could hear it, was this the beginning of madness?

"Ma’am, more drinks?” The waiter asked.

She jumped, knocking the tray over. A few people stopped and turned, giving her an unwanted audience, she could feel the shadow of doubt from her past life being cast upon her, soon the room began to spin. Just as she got ready to embrace the floor firm hands settled on her back and arms, stabilizing her.

"I save you once again” His warm breath skimmed her neck as he leaned close to her ears to get his message across.

Mary pul

Martha muttered under he breath counting each step as she made her way to the upper section of the mansion, letting her fingers slightly glide through the stairway railings-the only thing she has always admired about this mansion. Despite was the fact that the most despicable human beings ever lived here, every intricate design spike volumes, attesting to the wealth, history, and craftsmanship put in each furniture or art piece displayed in the mansion. The gold railings were shined to spotless perfection as the little bits or carvings made in the lower stricks of wood showed the details put into it.

The large object in front of her put a halt to her thoughts as she took a deep breath, bracing herself for another meeting with the young master Philip. The first encounter with him was not pleasant, and to be honest. She expected nothing more from the son of her worst enemy. But something about him felt familiar like they had met earlier.

She folded her small, rough hands and gave two s

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