i pulled out my phone and transferred Jenna her final month’s salary.
“Pack your things and leave. Don’t come back.”
The words had barely left my mouth when Silas shot up, grabbing Jenna’s hand and glaring at me.
“I only want Jenna,”
Buoyed by his support, Jenna’s voice grew louder. The thirty–thousand–dollar transfer notification on her phone seemed to fuel her indignation.
“Ms. Rhimes, I took excellent care of Silas! He adores me. On what grounds are you firing me?”
A humorless laugh escaped my lips, sharp and bitter.
I wanted to cancel the transfer and file a formal complaint with her agency.
I raised an eyebrow.
“On the grounds that it’s my money, and I decide who I employ.”
I looked at Silas. He did look well–cared–for. But his affection was a closed circuit, flowing only to Jenna.
I was funding their love story.
It was infuriating.
I told Jenna to hurry up and pack
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She stood her ground, a pillar of righteous defiance. “I’m not leaving. I need to be here to take care of Silas.”
She then turned to look at him, her gaze dripping with devotion.
What in the world?
I stared in disbelief.
“This is my house! You are a terminated employee. I have every right to demand you leave. And Silas, you let her go. I’ll hire a new handler for you.”
Silas shook his head, his emotions flaring. “No! I only want Jenna!”
He lunged forward, trying to grab me.
Jenna, seeing things escalate, quickly soothed him, stroking his ears.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
Silas visibly relaxed, then turned his defiant gaze back to me.
“Calla Rhimes, Jenna and I will never be separated. You are not allowed to fire her.”
He ate my food, lived in my house, used my money, and was now giving me orders.
Clearly, I needed a new handler. One who was stricter. One who could actually control a beastman.
Jenna refused to leave.
I had no choice but to call security.
But as I reached for my phone, Silas lunged again, baring his fangs. In the struggle, he bit me.
Hard.
My finger erupted in blood.
As pain shot through me, the ghostly text reappeared.
(Even after all this, the villainess can’t bear to abandon the male lead?)
[Who would’ve thought the male lead would ignore a rich, beautiful villainess for the maid she hired?]
[He’s got good taste. The maid is the long–lost true heiress of the Graves family.)
[The next arc is insane! The female lead returns to her wealthy family, gets the villainess fired, and steals the male lead back. A classic takedown story!]
After reading the commentary, it hit me.
I was living in a trashy romance novel, a mash–up of a ‘secret heiress” plot and a beastman fantasy.
Silas was the male lead. Jenna was the female lead.
And 1? I was the evil villainess, destined to be crushed for daring to inconvenience the happy couple. My crime?
Trying to fire the maid, creating a minor obstacle in their grand love story.
The punishment?
Getting fired, professionally ruined, and dying alone in a foreign country.
11:22 PM
This was beyond disproportionate.
I wanted to find the author and have a very serious talk.
I was a small–town girl who had aced her way to the top. I’d skipped grades, earned a PhD from a top–tier university, and my performance at Apex Corporation was so stellar that I was on the fast track to senior management.
And I was going to be destroyed by some trust–fund baby for firing a maid?
I refused to accept it.
Nhadn’t done anything wrong.
My finger was still bleeding profusely.
