Chapter 17
“Oh, shit!” I whisper amidst the laughter I’m trying to suppress.
It could be Lira, the quiet maid. I had seen some glances between her and the gardener. Or maybe that jerk Bob brought some girl over. It’s definitely not old lady Charlote, as by this time she’d be passed out from the bottle of vodk...
Chapters
1. Prologue
2. Chapter 1
3. Chapter 2
4. Chapter 3
5. Chapter 4
6. Chapter 5
7. Chapter 6
8. Chapter 7
9. Chapter 8
10. Chapter 9
11. Chapter 10
12. Chapter 11
13. Chapter 12
14. Chapter 13
15. Chapter 14
16. Chapter 15
17. Chapter 16
18. Chapter 17
19. Chapter 18
20. Chapter 19
21. Chapter 20
22. Chapter 21
23. Chapter 22
24. Chapter 23
25. Chapter 24
26. Chapter 25
27. Chapter 26
28. Chapter 27
29. Chapter 28
30. Chapter 29
31. Chapter 30
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