The Sinner's Return: Claimed By The Vengeful Alpha

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ouetted against the light. He looked

t agree, I would ne

and mighty; I was lowly and cowardly. The man I once worshipped in the li

's private manors to serve

ead maid, Martha, threw a coars

wash all the laundry, and then scrub ever

didn't say a word, doi

box and complained about walking, to someone who could sweep thousands of square f

te couture dresses after wearing them once, now knew how

ls was a good or bad thing. But for

to the laundry room. Before I could

expensive clothes! They must be hand-washed. If you r

wn at the clothes. They were women's clo

right to say no. I took them t

But after years of torment, they were rough, calloused, and

weat dripping down my face. I w

ad just finished washing, and deliberately dropped them in

colded loudly. "Why didn't you separate the co

ke with my raspy, broken voice. "

You can't even do this, and you expect to eat? Look at yourself! You're a

der me around, dumping

miliation and re-

me to rest. I immediately

in the afternoon. I was overworked, and my

o find something to eat. I needed food to hav

was no f

corner was full of discarded lefto

ing a pang of regret

d chatting. Seeing me standing there, one of them snapped vicio

nt to eat something. Could... could

stale bread. As long as I didn'

think you deserve to eat? You did a terrible jo

ped my head and turned

t the trash can, they exchanged a malicious look. One of them

the floor, knocking over the m

en leftovers spilled all over

oked up at the maids surrounding me with wicked grin