Chapter 108 Beautiful

• Amanda sat in the dimly lit kitchen of Vicktor's mansion, her hands trembling as she scrubbed the marble countertop. Her once soft, delicate hands were now raw and blistered from the endless chores she had been assigned since her fall from grace in Vicktor’s life. He didn’t remember her, and worse, he treated her like nothing more than a servant—someone who belonged to his staff, not his heart.
• The maids, particularly Olga, had taken full advantage of her situation. Amanda had hoped for a shred of solidarity or kindness from the other women, but instead, she was met with sneers, condescending remarks, and relentless torment.
• “You missed a spot,” Olga said, her voice dripping with mockery as she leaned against the counter, her arms crossed. Her dark eyes scanned Amanda with disdain. “You’d think someone so desperate to stay here would at least know how to clean properly.”