His slave 18

*Few weeks later*

Amelia was out, tending to the garden when she heard her name from inside. She threw the rake down in anger and walked out of the mansion, into the street. She was cautious not to run into any incoming vehicle as she walked.

She shoved her hands into her coat's pocket as she reminisced on the events from the second night since they moved into the new house. She remembered how Rothschild had promised not to touch her unless it was out of her own accord, but she had been tricked.

That night was the last night she had had any rest. Rothschild was draining her to the extent her clothes could barely fit her. It had been only two weeks since they moved into their new home but she had already become a full-time housewife and her movements were restricted.

Amelia stopped walking as soon as she came across a clothing store. She admired a mini red dress she saw in the store.

"I guess I may have to come here to shop for new clothes since my old ones are already really loose