Billionaires Regret

“Didn’t I tell you to wash my dirty clothes?” Eva Reed asserted while looking at Ivy, who was busy mopping the floor. She tried to ignore Eva, but the latter pulled her hair, making her groan in pain.

“If I am talking to you, you should look at me, you useless bitch!”

Ivy closed her eyes as she stood up and met Eva’s gaze. “I… I already washed your—”

“No! You didn’t!” Eva shouted and tightened her grip on Ivy’s hair.

Ivy wanted to cry, but she couldn’t. She doesn’t want to show that she feels pain in front of her mother-in-law.

“You can ask the maid… I really washed—”

“Yes, you washed it, but you used the machine. I want it to handwash!” Eva gritted and pulled Ivy’s hair, making the latter whimper. After that, she let go of her.

Ivy fixed her disheveled hair and sighed. “I will wash it again,” she said. It’s the only way to make the witch stop from getting mad.

Eva smirked. “Good. After you mop the floor, clean the windows and change the curtains. You get me?”

Ivy nodded, and after that, Eva left.

She heaved a deep sigh. It’s been a year since she married Wyatt Reed, the son of Clint and Eva Reed. She’s so much in love with Wyatt—it was love at first sight from that night.

She was elated when Wyatt agreed to wed her, and although there were conditions, still she felt like she had achieved what she ever wanted from the start. But with these abrupt decisions, she abandoned her true self. She left what was meant for her.

“Hey, bitch!”

Ivy frowned when she heard that voice. ‘Here we go again,’ she thought as she put down the rug and turned to her sister-in-law.

“Piper.”

Piper arched her brow and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she stopped in front of her.

“My friends will visit the mansion, and I want you to cook for us.”

Cook?

They have maids. She’s not even a maid from the start. She’s part of their family. She’s Wyatt Reed’s wife!

“B-But we have maids—”

“We?” Piper scoffed, feeling disgusted, “Dream on, bitch. You will never be part of our circle and family. Goodness, I even don’t know where you came from. Wyatt just picked you at the dumpsite!” she uttered.

Dumpsite?

So, they’re considering her as trash?

Is that it?

Ivy took a deep breath and exhaled it gently to calm herself. “Snacks or lunch?”

“Both.”

“What do you want me to cook then?”

Piper arched her brow. “Seriously? Do I look like I know how to cook?”

Ivy pressed her lips together to suppress her smile. Since day 1, she knew that Piper had a coco brain. She’s slow and stupid, unlike Wyatt.

“All right. I will finish this first—”

“What? You will make us wait—”

“Miss Piper, your mother gives me tasks to do. And I only have one body. I can’t cut it in half and do what you want as I do what she wants. It’s still early, and I promise I will make it on time,” she cut off, feeling a little bit irritated.

Piper’s eyes widened, and glared at her. “One thing I dislike is when I am talking and you dare to cut me off!”

Ivy slightly bowed and apologized, but she didn’t expect Piper to smack her head. She clenched her fist and never dared to lift her head. She stared at the floor, particularly at Piper’s feet. She waited for the daughter of the witch to leave.

A tear fell from her left eye, and when Piper’s aura was gone, she lifted her head and tried to forget what had happened.

Every time Wyatt is not in the house, the two treat her like their maid. The Reeds are rich. They have many maids. But those two witches let her do all the chores when Wyatt is not around. And when Wyatt is present, they act as if they were angels, but the truth is, they’re demons!

To be productive and finish all her duties, Ivy tried her best to forget every negative vibe that Eva and Piper gave this morning. She continued mopping the floor, and after an hour, she removed all the big curtains—they’re long and heavy and the Reeds usually asked for a cleaning service to clean those.

After a couple of hours, when Ivy glanced at the huge clock near the grand staircase of the mansion, she sighed and walked her way to the kitchen. She was glad that Piper didn’t get back yet. She bet she went to pick her friends up.

Ivy knew that Piper’s circle would never initiate visiting her. She’s just assuming it. When in fact, her so-called friends are just using her as she was a Reed.

“Visit, my foot,” she whispered as she made some snacks and prepared the course for their lunch.