When the woman saw Felicia, her eyes locked on her, filled with shock and something deeper. It was almost too intense.


    Felicia raised an eyebrow. "Do you know me?"


    The woman quickly shook her head, lowering her gaze, refusing to make eye contact again.


    Felicia didn''t press further. She wasn''t interested in interacting with anyone under Maurice''s thumb. Whether it was his staff or his so-called maids, they were all just extensions of his watchful eye. Without another word, Felicia returned to her room.


    Left alone, the scarred woman finally lifted her head, trembling as she stared after Felicia''s retreating figure.


    She was Abbie.


    When Abbie had been assigned to care for a special guest, she never imagined it would turn out to be Felicia.


    They''d crossed paths before-back when Abbie was a rising starlet in the entertainment industry. At that time, she had it all-endless resources, every industry headline, and fans'' undivided attention everywhere.


    Now? She was scrubbing sses and fetching errands for Maurice''s household, a far cry from the morous life she once knew.


    Even her face hadn''t been spared-thanks to a single order from Maurice, she''d been tossed into a crocodile pit. She barely escaped with her life, but not without being scarred for good.


    Her beauty had been her ticket to everything her confidence, power, and chance to reim her ce in the industry. But now, her beautiful face was ruined.


    Deep gashes scarred her once wless skin, carving over her features like jagged lines on a shattered vase. The wounds cut to the bone in ces, ensuring that even when they healed, they''d leave permanent reminders of her fall from grace.


    She couldn''t bring herself to look in the mirror anymore. If she couldn''t recognize herself, how could Felicia?


    Abbie clenched her fists so hard that


    her nails dug into her palms, breaking the skin. Blood dripped. onto the floor as she stood there, trembling with barely contained rage and jealousy.


    Why was Felicia fine? Why did she get to be treated like a guest? Like she was untouchable?novelbin


    Abbie''s breathing grew ragged, and her mind spiraled into dark ces.


    "Felicia..." she whispered, her voice low and venomous. "I''m already in hell. You should join me."


    ...


    The next afternoon, at the same time and ce, Felicia performed another acupuncture session on Maurice.


    By the end of it, Maurice''s legs showed even more progress. He could feel pain when pinched and tingling when pped.


    She smiled smugly. "I told you, seven days I need. You''ve got five- moons, and after t


    be out of that wheelchai


    Maurice reclined in the steaming hot bath, exhaling deeply. His eyes glimmered with an unreadable light.


    Meanwhile, Felicia stretched her sore wrists and neck, muttering to herself, "That''s enough for today. I need to rest."


    As she turned to leave, he gave a subtle nod to his men. They immediately understood and followed Felicia.


    One of them quickly approached


    effering to help her carry her


    Kit Ms. Fuller, let me carry your


    kit for you."


    Another man chimed in, "Ms. Fuller, I''ll show you the way."


    Carrying the kit and leading the way was just a pretense. Their real job was to keep an eye on her.


    Felicia shed a sweet, clueless smile, ying the role of an unsuspecting guest to perfection. "Thank you so much!"