MasukWhen they reached the staircase, Vanessa was already standing near the landing with her arms crossed, speaking to one of the maids who looked both nervous and apologetic. The moment she heard footsteps approaching, she turned around. Upon seeing Victor walking beside Madam Sayor, genuine surprise flashed across her face before it quickly disappeared behind a faint frown."You are usually late," she remarked, raising a brow. "Is there a change in the wind for you to suddenly arrive on time?"Victor had barely parted his lips before Madam Sayor beat him to it."Oh, let Victor do as he pleases." She waved a dismissive hand toward her granddaughter before gently patting Victor's arm. "You cannot possibly understand how difficult it is for someone who cannot see to arrive precisely on time."Vanessa rolled her eyes but wisely held her tongue.Jane, however, quietly lowered her gaze.She knew Madam Sayor had spoken with nothing but kindness. Every word had come from genuine concern, meant o
As she entered the carriage, Jane's eyes remained glued to the bright red shoes upon her feet. She couldn't help lowering her gaze every now and then, almost as though she was afraid they would disappear the moment she looked away. Victor couldn't see what had captured her attention so completely, but he didn't need to. The slight quickening of her heartbeat, the subtle change in her breathing, and the occasional shift of her posture told him everything he wanted to know. His gift had delighted her far more than she intended to let him realize.Jane tried her best not to show it. It was only a pair of shoes, she repeatedly reminded herself. There was no reason to become this happy over something so ordinary. Yet every pair she had owned before had either been too worn from years of use, stitched together so poorly that they barely fit her feet, or handed down from someone else without a second thought. The back of her heels had long since grown accustomed to being rubbed raw until the
Inside his office, the Duke’s gaze remained fixed on the corner of the closed door long after Jane had left. His expression was as composed as ever, yet his thoughts lingered elsewhere, refusing to return to the countless matters waiting upon his desk. For the briefest moment, he found himself at a loss, his mind circling around something he could neither fully understand nor neatly categorize. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that irritated him more than he cared to admit.The silence stretched until Stanley entered the room. The butler paused upon noticing the unusual sight before him. Even with the mountain of documents spread across the Duke’s desk, not a single page had been touched since Jane’s departure. Normally, even if the heavens themselves were about to split apart, the Duke would continue working without sparing a glance at the chaos around him. Seeing him sitting in complete silence, lost in thought, was unsettling enough that Stanley instinctively became more cautious
But a flawless, meek smile was all that the Duke could see from her. Jane made certain there wasn’t the slightest flaw or hesitation upon her face, her lips curved into the same gentle smile while she met his eyes without wavering. There was no uncertainty hidden behind that expression, no trace of reluctance that suggested she regretted refusing his proposition. If anything, the steadiness in her gaze made it abundantly clear that she had already made up her mind long before stepping into this room. That unwavering resolve seemed to satisfy the Duke, for a faint look of approval finally crossed his features. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, yet Jane noticed it nonetheless, and somehow it unsettled her more than if he had shown disappointment.“My son knows not how to feel. He cannot differentiate them.”The Duke’s words this time sounded less like a warning and more like a reminder, which only left Jane wondering why. From the moment she entered his office, he had made it painful
Who would have guessed that she would be sitting with her own boss’s father? Jane had heard plenty of things about how the man in front of her was crueler than he appeared. Many servants whispered of his cold-hearted nature whenever his name surfaced, lowering their voices as though he might somehow hear them from afar. Added to that was the story she had once listened to regarding him and his late wife, of how deeply and obsessively he had loved her until it bordered on madness. Ever since hearing it, she couldn’t help but feel as if she were standing before someone whose most private secret she had accidentally overheard.The weight of that realization made the room feel far smaller than it actually was.Feeling awkward, Jane stood while her hands wound behind her back, fidgeting every couple of seconds. Her fingers twisted together before separating again, only to repeat the same anxious motion. She was holding herself back from speaking as there hadn’t been a single word from the
Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.Stacey was sobbing, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably as blood continued to roll down her pale face. Clearly, her mental state hadn't been good from the very beginning, and hearing Victor's relentless words that continued pushing her closer and closer to the edge had finally broken the last remaining strength she had been desperately holding onto. Whatever resolve she once possessed had completely crumbled, leaving be
The butler pulled from his pocket a jingling sound of metals. She looked to saw the large circular metal that had keys all around the place, jingling in a different color. He seemed to be a little flustered as he tried to choose from between the keys the one that was by far the brightest streak of
Day or night, Jane couldn't tell anymore. All she know was that she had been moved from one place to another. Sometimes alone in a carriage or with so many people in a room. For some reason, her eyes were kept tied with the cloth with no one ever letting her open her eyes at all. But for now, she s
"Once you're done over here, go do the rest of the laundry from the East Wing."The old bigger callously pushed the mono glass from his left eyes in place and stared at the paper board in front of him as he demanded his task towards Jane.Jane didn't feel small with the obvious condescending attitu
“Where are you?”The sound of thunder shook Jane’s trembling body even worse. She was already cold from the rain soaking through her clothes, dripping down her skin, and that gentle voice made it worse. Like a snake's, his voice slithered through the air, coaxing, as if he was simply trying to lure







