Free Web NovelChapter 15: Goodbye to the Morgans
Originally, April had intended to return here and keep playing the role of the invisible, submissive maid a little longer. But plans change. Now that Madam Morgan had personally stripped and searched her, April’s innocence was ironclad.
Nobody in this house could accuse her of the stolen necklace. She had the perfect, unimpeachable alibi.
I’m glad I got to say goodbye to the attic. She thought.
She walked straight through the grand hall, keeping her eyes forward as the rest of the morning shift maids watched her pass in stunned silence. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
She pushed through the heavy front doors, stepping out into the bright morning sun, and walked right down the middle of the driveway. She glided past the rows of parked luxury cars, past the sprawling courtyard, and straight toward the towering iron estate gates.
To the guards who opened the gate for her, and to anyone watching from the windows above, she was just a pathetic, sick housemaid leaving empty-handed to buy a few cheap pills.
They had absolutely no idea that the girl they were looking down on currently had the most powerful, priceless artifact in the entire universe bound directly to her soul.
Yes, she stole the necklace. What of it?
As the heavy iron gates clicked shut behind her, April took a deep, fresh breath of the morning air. A cold, dark satisfaction washed over her. Her revenge against Matilda and the rest of the Morgan family wasn’t going to happen today, but it would certainly happen.
In exactly two months, when the sky turned to the color of an open wound and the monsters came out to play, their paths would cross again. And next time, she would be the one holding all the cards.
Right now, she has a different destination.
She turned her back on the estate and began walking down the sidewalk, a sharp, dangerous smirk finally breaking across her face.
April walked down the affluent suburban avenue until she reached the main road, flagging down a passing yellow cab.
The moment she slid onto the worn leather backseat, the driver glanced at her faded uniform in the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow. "Where to, miss?"
"The commercial district. Drop me near the Galleria Plaza," April said, her voice smooth and completely matching the tone of someone who knew what they were doing when in fact, she had only seen the signboard of that boutique twice in her previous life and it was after the apocalypse hit.
The driver shrugged and shifted into gear, the car pulling out into the morning traffic.
As the city skyline began to rise outside her window, April leaned her head against the glass. Her heart was beating with a steady, thrilled rhythm.
For ten years in her past life, she had been trapped inside the walls of that mansion, and the ten years after that had been an absolute nightmare of gray skies and ruins. She had forgotten what a thriving city even looked like.
Twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up to the curb of a glittering, tree-lined avenue filled with high-end designer boutiques. April handed the driver a crisp fifty-dollar bill from her apron pocket—one of Matilda’s stolen hundreds—and told him to keep the change.
The driver’s eyes widened, his posture instantly straightening as he thanked her profusely.
April stepped out onto the polished sidewalk and looked around. Her eyes locked onto a boutique with a massive, pristine glass storefront. The sign above read Revans & Co. in sleek, minimalist gold lettering. Through the window, she could see rows of elegant mannequins draped in expensive silk blazers, tailored trousers, and breathtakingly chic dresses.
An involuntary thrill shot through her chest. She had never gone shopping for herself before. In her past life, her clothes had always been the Morgans’ hand-me-downs for maids or rough, coarse fabrics meant for hard labor.
But today, she had a thick stack of stolen cash tucked away in her dimension space, enough to buy an exceptionally comfortable, high-quality outfit that would make her look like she belonged in a boardroom, not a kitchen.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her posture, and pushed open the heavy glass door. A soft, melodious chime echoed through the quiet shop, which smelled faintly of expensive white tea and leather.
The moment April stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted.
Two beautifully dressed saleswomen were standing near the counter, chatting in hushed tones. The moment the chime rang, their heads snapped toward the door. But their professional, welcoming smiles instantly vanished the second their eyes landed on April.
They took in her faded, oversized housemaid uniform, her cheap plastic hair clip, worn out loafers and her lack of a designer handbag. A look of blatant, undisguised disgust and superiority washed over their faces.
"Can I help you?" one of the women asked. Her voice wasn’t warm; it was incredibly sharp, dripping with condescension.
She didn’t move from her spot behind the counter, making no effort to welcome April into the store. "I think you might have the wrong address, miss. The staff entrance for the local estates is usually in the back alley."
The second saleswoman let out a quiet, mocking scoff, crossing her arms as she openly looked down on April, treating her like a piece of garbage that had accidentally drifted into a pristine museum. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Standing in the center of the luxurious boutique, surrounded by clothes worth thousands of dollars, April simply tilted her head. A cold, dangerous smirk played at the edge of her lips.
They thought they could intimidate her with a few arrogant glances. They had no idea who they were dealing with.
April dipped her hands into her apron pocket acting like she had the money in there when she was actually getting them from her dimension space.
Then, she took out her hand with the scrambled wade of cash and said, "This is all my life’s savings. I’m going all in on one dress and a pair of sneakers. Now, will you attend to me?"
