The work never ends. Martha, sighed as sweat dripped from her forehead unto the marble floor. The supposed ideal son of the family was coming back. Martha was sure he was as vile as his mother and sister, she imagined him as a fat ugly obese man with loud laughter and brown teeth from smoking too much. Her body was utterly stressed and bent from everything she had carried the past few days and her latest labor schedule led her to the field to pick corns for Mrs. Wiggins to cook. Hands bleeding from all the cuts from grasses when suddenly she felt herself being knocked off her feet unfortunately she was on her fanny before she heard the horse bleating. Turning to the side where the noise came from she saw the rider and she hated to accept he was the most handsome man she has set eyes on.

He was tall she wasn’t sure but 6’5 his black her fell in curls. His face was chiseled and his jaws s

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

She felt pain everywhere, the screaming voice of the fat lady had gathered a crowd who wasted no time launching on her and beating what the claimed was the demon out of her.

"You should all stop”, she heard a deep strong voice command, and the crowd was parting for the owner of that voice.

‘But Sire! She stole”, the fat shop owner yelled at the top of her voice.

"Mrs. Pott, I doubt killing her would bring back the things you claim she stole since you all gladly destroyed it while beating her if you want your money back collect it from them”. With that, the crowd began to disperse before they were forced to pay for doing their civic duty of beating an unproven thief.  Strong sturdy hands picked her up grabbing some of her goods from the floor and carried her to his horseback. Mounting with her he whispered "Hold on tight ma’am, if this horse tramples on you that’s it”

She hardly remem

The work never ends. Martha, sighed as sweat dripped from her forehead unto the marble floor. The supposed ideal son of the family was coming back. Martha was sure he was as vile as his mother and sister, she imagined him as a fat ugly obese man with loud laughter and brown teeth from smoking too much. Her body was utterly stressed and bent from everything she had carried the past few days and her latest labor schedule led her to the field to pick corns for Mrs. Wiggins to cook. Hands bleeding from all the cuts from grasses when suddenly she felt herself being knocked off her feet unfortunately she was on her fanny before she heard the horse bleating. Turning to the side where the noise came from she saw the rider and she hated to accept he was the most handsome man she has set eyes on.

He was tall she wasn’t sure but 6’5 his black her fell in curls. His face was chiseled and his jaws stood out, skin tan from being under the son and hands that look like they had the experience of hard

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