The unfaithful

Author's POV

"Where is the young master?" she asked Dorothy as she realized that she hadn't seen him for the past two days.

"Did the young master not tell you, young lady?" Dorothy, who was busy cooking lunch in the kitchen, replied without looking at Xevia, who had been following her everywhere like a chick to its mother.

"Nope,"

"He is going on a business trip."

Xevia did this as a step in carrying out her plan. She would need Dorothy one day, and Xevia knew it.

"Young lady, give it a try," Dorothy took a few spoonfuls of her homemade cream soup and asked Xevia to try it.

"Is it salty enough?"

"It's delicious, just like my grandmother's cooking."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes," Xevia replied with sparkling eyes, even though her heart wanted to curse every time she remembered her grandmother. It was still fresh in Xevia's memory how that older woman named Lizbeth kicked her and her mother out of the house just because her mother refused to be used as a sex slave by a cruel alpha. Yes, that tim