The Sweet Revenge Plan of the Wrong Mrs. Perkins

othes, ready to order food, only to find out her

e started downloading the app now, by the time the f

She muttered a curse under her breath. But starving herself? Not in

ned the place. She dug through the fridge and found two eggs, s

bit into it like she hadn't eaten in days, grabbed an ice-cold b

beside Alexander, scratched his head, looking like he'd ju

around the house-flawless makeup, elegant d

ajamas that screamed 'I'm staying in,' chugging cola a

k onto the couch, flipped open his laptop, and forced

used to be. And for once, he coul

a weird

Samantha actually

ed on the bed and dozed off for a bit. But t

opping, on and off, peppered w

murmured. "She's acting different

in this house. Remember what Mrs. Perkins said

't speak up before

ked the door open. She leaned lazily against the fr

That noise? Dr

rms with a sneer. "Wow, a little fussy, aren't we? Can't handle a bi

ir back, looking downright amused.

your nam

cry to the boss now?

e.' Back then, even if she got sassy, the oth

tough-always have, always will. Nice d

learned tha

in's sweet nature had made her an ea

"Nah, I don't run to people. That's not my style. I

l, "Learn this: I treat people how they treat me. Act like trash, and I'll show you exactly what that looks like."Without another word, she yan

rashing wildly, clawing at the ho

ked and rushed over to pull Samantha off. But before they got

flawless face was ice-cold, eyes glinting with a ruthless edge. She leaned in,

l shock, her mout

ady be acting like this? Eliz

ac

d, her smile sharp. "I don't repeat

et it!" Eliza clutched her

floor," Samantha said coolly, her gaze sweepin

a was stunned. Another maid hesitated

k innocence, taking slow steps toward them. "If you won

... was li

ering, they wheeled the vacuum to the upstairs ra

a

apart on the floor below. It didn't hit Alexander, b

ed. None of them expected 'Mrs. Perkins' to

your mind?" Alexander gla

arms crossed as she leaned over the railing, eyes on fire

tairs felt the pressure explode, anx

voice was so cold it sent

small snort and looked completely unfaze

o be a doormat-timid, quiet, always agreeable. Now, s

" he said, tone low, ey

ere Mr. and Mrs. Perkins competing on who could be more

with a raised chin and a defiant flick of her hair before turning and strutt

y this irritated? Her reaction wasn't just bold-

er spoken to

it multiple times,

lost h