He Is Gone

CHAPTER EIGHTY

He Is Gone

Bree laughed and moved closer to her, “Don’t worry, I will keep your dirty secret girl,” she chuckled.

“W…what do you mean?” Leanda stuttered, finding it difficult to understand what she was saying.

Bree closed the gap between them, “The dirty secret between you and Lyall!”

Leanda’s heart jumped into her throat as she heard that, she thought it was a secret between her and Lyall, but now it seemed like Bree knew about it.

“W…What are you saying?” She tried to feign ignorance.

Bree laughed again and leaned closer to her, she titled her head to the side and whispered in her ears, “The night of fun between you both. I know it all,” she said and didn’t wait for Leanda to talk before walking away with the rows of her slaves.

Leanda's heart sank as she watched Bree leave, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and fear. She stood there, frozen in place, unable to find the right words to say or any excuse to justify her actions. It felt as though time had come to a sta