IN LOVE WITH MY BABY DADDY'S BASTARD BROTHER

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beeping, a grim reminder that another day of drudgery awaited. My life had become a grey haze of chores and routine, and even sleep, my one escape, h

y feet as I got dressed. Opening my door, I shrieked at the s

und?!" The words slipped out

was a machine of efficiency, committed to perfection-t

lied, completely ignoring my outburst.

watch, another one of Amelia's ma

wards the kitchen. "I want to see y

day, I felt a flicker of rebellion. I shrugged off h

illment shadowed my every thought. My life, dictated by choices

ind my fellow helps already im

e. "Miss Carmichael told me last night that she wa

ly, asked me to make her breakfast, it was a welcome break from my monotonous routine. Initially, I was

ast, which meant it took time and care to p

eling a small spark o

d again. "Take the breakfast to he

Carmichael. I have your breakfast right here." I opened

e from her bed, her short silk nightdress shimmering in the morni

leave

something other than this job?"

ffering me a chance to do someth

voice was palpable, but Lauren's

Her condescending tone stung, and I w

rstand that the elites were always seeking new ways to

cess and extravagance. And I, as on

little about everything," I replie

e elites?" Lauren asked as she sat down, pick

spoke to Lauren. Maybe, just maybe, this could b

een our interactions as forming a bond, I was still th

, I

. "I'm organizing an event for some friends and family tomorrow

k Amelia woul

s. A wave of panic surged through me-had I j

t attitude," she stated. "If you ever want to get out of this situation, you need

parents, I thought, but I forced a smile. "We

r so I can see what you're wearing. I don't want to be walki

crunch echoing in the room as she

a mix of excitement and a

asn't exactly brimming with nice clothes, but I still had a few pieces from when I naively thought I'd go to univers

was still here. But today

k for an hour, the

ck flats. Ready to leave, small purse in hand, Amelia walked into

aised her hand to stop me. "I'm just here to warn you. La

guard, I co

you up, just call me," s

st happened. She cares about me? Shaking off

down. "Not bad, but the shoes need to go." She walk

odd

r of wedged heels.

I knew I was the help, but her enjoyment of it was palpable. At least she put a l

like the help and I wanted

s father owned. Of course, it would

see Byron Carmichael. "And here I thought you hated me to

o you too, l

hug. He turned his attention to me. "I see you

gotten I was there. "We need some wine for the pa

had never been here befo

kled. "I'l

but she smiled instead. "Good

e went wi