CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

Naya watched helplessly as her few precious belongings scattered on the ground like trash. Her heart twisted in her chest at the sight, a mixture of indignation and despair welling up within her.

“They’re not rags,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.

“They’re all I have left of my old life when I was still a maid”

“Your old life doesn’t matter anymore,” Rhys said, his voice hard and dismissive.

“You’re a part of my world now.”

Naya’s heart sank as Rhys’ words echoed in her mind.

“Your old life doesn’t matter anymore.” Those words carried the weight of a hammer, crushing her spirit and snuffing out...