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Chapter 11

I woke up in a bed that cost more than my entire life. The room Mrs. Higgins had given me was in the servants' quarters, but it was still nicer than anything I’d ever owned. Silk sheets, a private bathroom, and a window overlooking the dense, fog-covered forest. I remembered the rules Lucien—Monsieur Aurelien—had whispered to me. Don't go into the woods. Don't go to the West Wing. I shook off the chill running down my spine. I had a job to do. I dressed in jeans and a fresh shirt, tied my hair back, and headed for the kitchen. The kitchen was a masterpiece of stainless steel and copper. It was industrial-sized, clearly built to feed an army, yet it was empty. I stood in the center of the room, hands on my hips, staring at the pantry. It was stocked with expensive wines, aged steaks, and jars of caviar, but it lacked the one thing I needed to make pain au chocolat worthy of a man. High-fat, unsalted butter. "Unbelievable," I muttered, closing the fridge with a little more forc

Chapter 12

The kitchen was my sanctuary, and the rolling pin was my weapon. I worked with a manic intensity, channeling all the fear, confusion, and adrenaline from the village into the dough. Fold. Roll. Chill. Repeat. I knew what they were now. Or at least, I suspected. The glowing eyes in the diner, the inhuman size of the guards, the "beasts" in the woods... it all pointed to one terrifying conclusion. I was cooking for monsters. But monsters had to eat, too. And if I wanted to survive long enough to get my next paycheck, I had to make sure this was the best damn breakfast Monsieur Aurelien had ever tasted. I used the high-fat butter I had risked my life to get. I laminated the dough until it was paper-thin layers of perfection. By 8:00 AM, the kitchen smelled like heaven—melted chocolate, toasted almonds, and rich, yeasty dough. I pulled the tray of pains au chocolat and croissants from the oven. They were golden-brown, flaky, and glistening. Mrs. Higgins swept into the room like a

Chapter 13

The sun had set hours ago, plunging the forest outside my window into absolute darkness. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the black glass. I had locked the door. I had wedged a chair under the handle. But after what Cindy had told me in the diner, I knew a wooden chair wouldn't stop a wolf. In here, you are mine. Lucien’s voice echoed in my head. I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. It should have terrified me. Being "owned" by a monster. But God help me, it didn't. It felt... safe. It felt right. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, making me jump a foot in the air. I grabbed it, my heart rate spiking. The screen lit up with Unknown Caller. My stomach dropped. I knew who it was. I debated ignoring it, but if I didn't answer, he would just keep calling. Or worse, he would come looking for me. I slid my finger across the screen and put the phone to my ear. I didn't say a word. "Seraphina." The voice was slurred, angry. Tyler. "What do you want?" I asked, my voic

Chapter 14

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the window, but the heaviness in my chest remained. My eyes drifted to the floor. The shattered remains of my phone were gone. The carpet had been cleaned. It was as if Tyler’s call—and Lucien’s terrifying display of strength—had never happened. There was a knock at the door. "Come in," I croaked. Mrs. Higgins entered, her face as stern as ever. She held a sleek black box in her hands. "From Monsieur Aurelien," she said, placing it on the nightstand. "He apologizes for the... damage to your personal property last night." She left without another word. I opened the box. Inside was a brand new smartphone—the latest model, expensive and sleek. Beside it was a note in elegant, sharp handwriting. Contact who you must. But do not answer him again. I turned it on. It was already set up with my number.

Chapter 15

I poured all my nervous energy into the fruit tarts. After the emotional exhaustion of the call with Eliza, the kitchen was the only place I felt peace. I focused on the rhythm of the work. Crème pâtissière. Raspberries. Glaze. I was arranging the final blackberry on a tart when the sound of heels clicking against the tile floor broke my concentration. Click. Click. Click. It wasn't the scuffling of Mrs. Higgins or the heavy boots of the guards. It was an authoritative sound. I turned around. A woman stood in the doorway. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with cascading auburn hair and eyes the colour of polished emeralds. She wasn't wearing a uniform. She was wearing a tailored cream suit that probably cost more than my father’s bakery, paired with red-bottomed stilettos. She didn't look like a staff me

Chapter 16

I fled the kitchen before my knees gave out. That position has not been claimed yet. The words echoed in my head, bouncing off the stone walls of the hallway. The way he had looked at me... hungry, possessive. It wasn't the look of a boss. It was the look of a man who had just decided he wanted something, and he always got what he wanted. I needed air. I needed space. I wandered the corridors aimlessly until I found a set of heavy double doors. I pushed them open and gasped. It was the library. It was two stories high, lined with floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with thousands of books. A spiral staircase wound up to a balcony. A massive fireplace crackled at the far end, casting a warm glow over velvet armchairs. It was silent and peaceful. I walked inside, the thick Persian rug swallowing the sound of my sneakers. I

Chapter 17

Three days. It had been three days since Lucien found me in the library. Three days since he promised me peace. Three days since he looked at me with that burning, terrifying intensity that made my knees weak. And for three days, he had treated me like I was invisible. He didn't come to the dining room for breakfast anymore. Mrs. Higgins collected the trays and took them to his study, returning them an hour later, empty and silent. He didn't walk past the kitchen. He didn't summon me to critique the sauce or complain about the texture of the bread. The Estate, which had felt so electric and energy just a few days ago, now felt cold. Empty. I stood at the stainless steel island, chopping carrots with aggressive force. Chop. Chop. Chop. "Is something wrong with the vegeta

Chapter 18

I scrubbed the last of the silver polish from my hands, but the grey stains wouldn't budge. They were etched into my skin, just like the exhaustion etched into my bones. It was midnight. I was sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The silence of the castle felt oppressive tonight. Lucien’s coldness in the hallway—Get back to work—played on a loop in my head. I couldn't take the isolation anymore. I grabbed my new phone and tapped Eliza’s name. She picked up on the first ring. "Serphina? Are you okay? It's late." "I hate him," I groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. "I hate my boss. I hate his stupid silver goblets. I hate his perfect face." "Whoa, slow down," Eliza said, her voice sounding tinny. "I need backup for this. Hold on." The screen flickered, and suddenly, the call split into four squares. Eliza was in the top left. In the top right

Chapter 19

The next day was filled with another round of mental torture. I was constantly fighting off thoughts of the wolf from last night. Its eyes reminded me vaguely of Monsieur Aurelien, but I didn’t want to get myself into bigger trouble by mentioning something so absurd to him. What if he kicked me out? Or worse, what if he was the wolf from last night and tried to eat me—and not in the romantic way? I was terrified of him. Thankfully, he was still ignoring me, or else I would be shaking like a leaf if he saw me. I was also thankful that the witch Hannah was busy with whatever she did as Head of Estate Affairs. I finished preparing his breakfast. I tried calling for Mrs. Higgins but couldn't find her anywhere. I really didn't want to deliver his food by myself. I really didn't want to interact with him at all. I looked for another maid, Beth. “Have you seen Mrs. Higgins?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light without showing my

Chapter 20

Content Warning: This chapter contains scenes of physical violence and attempted sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. It had been three days since the guards threw me into the woods per Hannah’s orders. I had been managing by foraging for berries and roots, praying I hadn’t eaten anything poisonous. I was lost, wandering aimlessly in circles. It was only a matter of time before a wild animal found me, or I died from starvation, dehydration, or hypothermia. Whichever came first. My luck just kept getting worse. From the frying pan into the fire itself. Abandoned at birth, and now this was my fate. I was sure Hannah had already made up a story about my disappearance to Monsieur Aurelien. Or maybe he wouldn't have cared anyway. He seemed to hate my guts for whatever reason. I wonder if he came back home and noticed I was gone, I thought bitterly. I wonder if he freaked out

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