Addicted To His Disfigured Secret Lover

Chapter 3

Word Count: 707 | Released on: 13/05/2026

of air swept through the foyer behind him. A

ed around. He stared at the maid in the

r fingers gripped the wet rag so hard her knuck

rs. His face was dark. He didn't

g to grab the collar of her

high heels echoed f

tom designer dress. She wedged herself

She wrapped her arms around his bic

, who was shaking with her head down. "Who is this

red in a horrific fire, Brennen. That smell is just a cheap, backwater herbal burn ointment made from white cicada flowers. The country folk use it all the time.

d told him that scent was not medicine. But the ide

lie. She shrank her shoulders and m

insomnia had driven him insane. He actually thought

our charity cases out of my sight, Ev

cely. Her face twisted with malice. "Get

he hallway toward the servant quarters, making sure to keep her posture

tudy. He fell into his leather chair. He r

m. His temples throbbed violently

lass of warm water and a bottle of strong

ge flared in his chest. His body was

of the ugly maid's clear, stub

ith the feeling of the woman

He grabbed the glass pill bottl

White pills scattered across the floor.

losing control. He hated that a l

en said. His vo

icking up the gl

the kitchen. Her only job is to cl

erstand why his boss wanted the ugliest

oing to watch her closely. He was going to p

ked in. Her face was cold. She told Aracely about the job transfer.

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Addicted To His Disfigured Secret Lover

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“To keep her grandmother on life support, Aracely was blackmailed into taking Evelyn's place in the pitch-black bedroom of the ruthless billionaire, Brennen Levine. After that night, Evelyn tossed a hideous silicone scar at her feet, forcing Aracely to glue it to her face and work as a bottom-tier maid in his estate so he would never recognize her. Brennen, suffering from chronic insomnia, was completely addicted to the sweet gardenia scent of the woman from the dark. But when he saw the "disfigured" Aracely scrubbing floors, he was physically repulsed, publicly humiliating her and calling her a monster. Meanwhile, Evelyn paraded around as his soon-to-be wife. Terrified of her lies unraveling, Evelyn constantly abused Aracely, throwing scalding coffee at her face and threatening to pull the plug on her grandmother if Aracely didn't sneak back into Brennen's room to act as his human sleeping pill. Aracely endured the suffocating fake scar, the insults, and the freezing servant quarters. She ground her teeth, swallowing the bitter injustice just to keep her only family alive, wondering when this torturous hell would ever end. But Evelyn's malice knew no bounds. When Evelyn raised her hand to strike again, threatening to rip off the very disguise she forced Aracely to wear, something inside Aracely finally snapped. "Do not push me." Aracely locked her hand around Evelyn's wrist in a bone-crushing grip, completely unaware that Brennen was watching from the balcony above, his dark eyes narrowing as a dangerous realization hit him.”