CHAPTER 129

BRIANNA’S POV

I retched uncontrollably into the nearest sink, my stomach clenching and unclenching forcefully to the extent it hurt and my breath held. The head maid was kind and quick enough to hold back my hair as I emptied the contents of my stomach into the kitchen sink.

“Let it all out, honey,” she murmured, her voice a mix of concern and a hint of disgust. “Let it all out…”

She continued holding my hair as I washed my face and rinsed off the bitter taste of vomit in my mouth. After which she left it and went off probably to bring a towel or tissue for...