“I’m hungry, go make breakfast. As my wife, it’s time I teach you how to take care of your husband,” Dylan said with a cold smile.

“Does that mean I have to dress like this to make breakfast for you?” Eliana looked at her revealing dress.

“I told you to be naked, do you have a choice?”

“Fine!”

Eliana suppressed her tears and humiliation, forcing a smile, then went downstairs to the kitchen to start working.

Fifteen minutes later, a simple and exquisite breakfast was ready. For Eliana, who had been a maid for three years, this was never a difficult task. But the difficult part was not being able...