Chapter 138

That creepy little thing didn't make a loud noise, but it was enough to send chills down Amelia's spine and make her body tremble uncontrollably. She didn't know what the creature was. But deep down, she knew— she was ruined. Grabbing the shattered vase, she saw the strange squirming thing still alive, wriggling around. Clutching her ripped clothes tighter against her skin, she staggered into the kitchen, grabbing a clear glass and stumbling back. Kneeling on the floor with shaky hands, she scooped the thing into the cup. Watching it swim around inside, looking pretty pleased with itself, some twisted sense of relief hit her— at least it was still alive. If it had died, that masked maniac would've just forced another one back into her. She pulled out her phone and called Nanny Laura, the housekeeper. Laura was out buying groceries with two others to prep for some party tonight at the villa— following Amelia's orders, apparently. But now that she thought about it, what party? Celebrate