Chapter 1: Hera, The Maid
“Didn’t I tell you to wash my dirty clothes?” Amanda Parker asserted while looking at Hera, who was busy mopping the floor. She tried to ignore Amanda but the latter pulled her hair, making her groan in pain.
“If I am talking to you, you should look at me, you useless bitch!”
Hera closes her eyes as she stood up and met Amanda’s gaze. “I… I already washed your—”
“No! You didn’t!” Amanda shouted, and tightened her grip on Hera’s hair.
Hera wanted to cry, but she can’t. She doesn’t want to show that she feels pain in front of her mother-in-law.
“You can ask the maid… I really washed—”
“Yes, you washed it but you used the machine. I want it handwash!” Amanda gritted and pulled Hera’s hair, making the latter whimper after that, she let go of her.
Hera fixed her disheveled hair and sighed. “I will wash it again,” she said. It’s the only way to make the witch stop from getting mad.
Amanda smirked. “Good. After you mop the floor, clean the windows and change the curtains. You get me?”
Hera nodded and after that Amanda left.
She heaved a deep sigh. It’s been a year since she married Calum Parker, the son of Clint and Amanda Parker. She’s so much in love with Calum—it was love at first sight from that night.
She was elated when Calum agreed to wed her, although there are conditions, still, she feels like she achieved what she ever wanted from the start. But with these abrupt decisions, she abandoned her true self. She left what was meant for her.
“Hey, bitch!”
Hera frowned when she heard that voice. ‘Here we go again,’ she thought as she put down the rug and turned to her sister-in-law.
“Catherine.”
Catherine arched her brow and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she stopped in front of her.
“My friends will visit the mansion and I want you to cook for us.”
Cook?
They have maids. She’s not even a maid from the start. She’s part of their family. She’s Calum Parker’s wife!
“B-But, we have maids—”
“We?” Catherine scoffed, feeling disgusted, “dream on, bitch. You will never be part of our circle and family. Goodness, I even don’t know where you came from. Calum just picked you at the dumpsite!” she uttered.
Dumpsite?
So, they’re considering her as trash?
Is that it?
Hera took a deep breath and exhaled it gently to calm herself. “Snacks or lunch?”
“Both.”
“What do you want me to cook then?”
Catherine arched her brow. “Seriously? Do I look like I know how to cook?”
Hera pressed her lips together to suppress her smile. Since day 1, she knew that Catherine has a coco brain. She’s slow and stupid, unlike Calum.
“All right. I will finish this first—”
“What? You will make us wait—”
“Miss Catherine, your mother gives me tasks to do. And I only have one body. I can’t cut it in a half and do what you want as I do what she wants. It’s still early and I promise, I will make it on time,” she cut off, feeling a little bit irritated.
Catherine’s eyes widened and glared at her. “One thing I dislike is when I am talking and you dared to cut me off!”
Hera slightly bowed her head and apologized but she didn’t expect that Catherine will smack her head. She clenched her fist and never dared to lift her head. She stared at the floor, particularly at Catherine’s feet. She waited for the daughter of the witch to leave.
A tear fell from her left eye and when Catherine’s aura was gone, she lifted her head and try to forget what had happened.
Every time Calum is not in the house, the two treated her like their maid. The Parkers are rich. They have many maids. But those two witches let her do all the chores when Calum is not around. And when Calum is present, they act as if they were angels, but truth is, they’re demons!
To be productive and finish all her duties, Hera tried her best to forget every negative vibe that Amanda and Catherine gave this morning. She continues mopping the floor and after an hour, she removed all the big curtains—they’re long and heavy and the Parkers usually asked for a cleaning service to clean those.
After a couple of hours, when Hera glanced at the huge clock near the grand staircase of the mansion, she sighed and walked her way to the kitchen. She was glad that Catherine didn’t get back yet. She bet she went to pick her friends up.
Hera knew that Catherine’s circle will never initiate visiting her. She’s just assuming it. When in fact, her so-called friends are just using her as she was a Parker.
“Visit, my foot,” she whispered as she was making some snacks and preparing the course for their lunch.
When Catherine says snack, she meant that it will be served with their lunch.
…
“What the hell?! Seriously, Catherine? You will make us eat those things?” a girl with blonde hair asserted the moment the food was served and the maids opened the cover one by one.
Hera, who was listening behind the wall giggled.
“There’s no hell way that we are going to eat those. What kind of food are these? Eels? Baby crabs, overcooked spinach—what the fucking hell, Cath. You should’ve informed us that you will want us to eat trash!”
Catherine was speechless, she was humiliated in front of the others. Then there she roamed her gaze and looked for that person.
But Hera knew that Catherine will look for her, so, she rushed upstairs, and went inside her room.
She threw herself on her bed and smiled widely as she stared at the ceiling. She feels great. But of course, there are always consequences.
Well, what’s new?
She will do her best to endure everything… for Calum.
