Elena's pov:

I knew Mr. Leonardo was looking at me, but I didn't look at Amanda in the courtyard who was crying with the whip.

It was a lie not to be happy, even though I knew Mr. Leonardo wasn't doing it for me, he just hated it when people bought his servants.

But I was still happy.

I had countless expectations that Amanda could suffer once my pain, she inflicted on me, countless times to make me wretched, painful and mixed with evil thoughts.

She was skinned by the whip, and she screamed in pain as it swung down sharply. I slowly peeled the orange from my hand, the...