Chapter 83

Chapter 0083

ASHANTI’S POV.

The laundry room in this Harein on weekends is the last place I want to be, that’s why I’m going to do my laundry today, which is Wednesday. Mid week. because the majority of the other girls do not even trespass here.

The first day I tried to do laundry on a Saturday with the other girls, I was bullied and teased and finished the last person, at midnight, because everytime I put my clothes in the machine and turned it on, someone would turn it off and take them out, just to put hers and I couldn’t do

anything to defend myself because they would all gang up on me.

After that terrible experience, I made up my mind never to go in there to do laundry on a weekend. I scheduled my laundry for weekday evenings, when the place will be almost empty.

I’m humming a hip-hop song as I walk into the room, but halt in my tracks when I see someone sorting out clothes in front of the machine she

intends to use. I want to assume it’s one of those terrible girls, but after taking a close look at her, I recognize who she is.

“Hayley?” I ask, to make sure she’s the one. She looks up at me and all my doubts are confirmed.

She’s the one. The girl who greeted me and tried to talk to me but our conversation was intercepted by

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Rhea the day we arrived here at the Harem.

The sweet girl.

“Hi.” I greet calmly as I approach her.

“Hello Ashanti.” She reciprocates my smile and that warms my heart.

She’s not going to bash me.

Since the day

we ser

we have never had an encounter ever again. I set my laundry basket filled with my dirty clothes In Front of the machine next

to hers.

It’s a good thing she’s just starting as well. I could really use some company during this time.

Non-toxic company, I mean.

“Isn’t it crazy that we’ve never even seen each other since that day we spoke?”

“It definitely is.” She chuckles nervously.

Why does she seem to be so nervous?

“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned. She nods her head.

“Yeah, I’m good. Why do you ask.”

“You just seem… a bit… you know what, nevermind. I must be overthinking.” I give a dismissive wave and proceed with taking out my clothes from the laundry basket to sort them out like she’s doing.

I don’t know why, but I keep stealing glances at her every now and then. I’m not the type to initiate small talk with people and she looks like she isn’t the type either.

Infact, she seems to be a lot more reserved than I am, so I guess I’ll be the one doing the…

“Hayley!” A powerful voice shouts her name and the next thing I hear is heavy footsteps walking into the room. I turn to look and my heart falls into my abdomen when I see Rhea marching into the laundry room with a laundry basket in her hand, fuming with rage. “Hayley.” She calls yet again, approaching us and immediately, Hayley rises to her feet and bows down to her. My body goes rock solid with shock.

Did Hayley just bow down to Rhea?

Why the f**k will she do that?

My eyes almost leave my sockets as I witness what happens.

Rhea dumbs the laundry basket filled with dirty clothes in front of Rhea and takes a killer pose with her hands folded over her breasts.

“You think I wouldn’t find out you had come to do your laundry without taking mine? You were trying to play smart, weren’t you?”

“No, Rhea. That’s not what happened.” Hayley is panicking as she talks and I am dying of shock as stand here. My mouth is wide open as I look at what’s transpiring before me, “Your clothes weren’t sorted out yet that’s why I took just mine.”

“And you didn’t bother to look for me so I could sort them for you before you came here?”

“I’m sorry Rhea. It won’t happen again.”

“It had better not.”

My jaw is sitting on my kneecaps as I watch Rhea empty the laundry basket in infront of Hayley who still has her head bowed down.

What sorcery is this?

“You will never be able to outsmart me, Hayley. You tried to escape doing my laundry, but I caught you. So now, wash them and make sure to wash them. properly. Is that understood?” Rhea sneers.

Hayley hastily nods her head in agreement.

I have had enough.

“Rhea you can’t order her to wash your clothes. That’s wrong!” I tell Rhea who’s gaze darkens with anger. She drags her eyes from Hayley and plants them on my face. The heat of her scowl almost burns my facial features to ash.

“How about you mind your business, Ashanti?”

“Mind my business?” I chuckle in frustration. ” How can I mind my business after witnessing such an abhorrent act? How dare you turn a fellow

Harem girl into your laundry girl? You have no right to do that!”

“I guess you haven’t heard the statement that the strong prey on the weak in this Harem. She’s a weakling, that’s why I have every right to treat her any way I please.”

“A weakling?”

“You heard me right.”

“Are you even serious?”

“I don’t care what you think, Ashanti. Like I said, mind your own damn business. Don’t get involved.

in this.” She turns back to look at Hayley who… STILL HAS HER HEAD BOWED DOWN!

What the actual f***k!

“And you, when you’re done washing and ironing and folding and packing, get me something to eat.

If in two hours I haven’t had anything to eat, you will be punished and you know how excruciating my punishments for you can be.” Then she swivels and sashays out of the laundry room.

She must be very proud of the so-called power she thinks she has.

“Hayley.” I call in shock as I turn to look at her. ” For how long has this been going on?”

“Since the first night we arrived here.”

“What?” I ask in a harsh whisper. I cannot believe what my ears are hearing.

That long?

“And have you reported her to the elderly s?” h e shakes her head in denial.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I do, she’ll make my life even more miserable.”

“What makes you think that?”

“She walks with Alina, the Lycan warrior. They are close. If I disobey her or rat her out, she’s going to get Alina involved and you know what Alina is capable of doing to weaklings like me.”

My heart shatters into a thousand pieces as I listen to her talk.

Some crazy s h i t is going on in this castle.

I look at the clothes Rhea just dumped and stare at her. She’s sorting them with tears in her eyes.

And I thought I was having a rough time here?