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 

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 pulled herself together, getting out from his grip, apologizing to the waiter with a smile, and indicat

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