Little Wife

A week had passed. Everly's room was fixed; she had no clue what they did with Martha's body, but Ivan assured her that it would be taken care of properly. 

 

Ivan ended up firing all his current maids and hiring new ones. Even though Everly was against the idea of him firing all of them, he still did it anyway just to make sure that Everly was safe.

Everly was woken up by Ivan opening the curtains in the room. The morning sun shone through the windows, the rays hitting her face. She sat up and yawned, rubbing her eyes. 

 

"Seriously, it's about time we moved this bed to another side. That sun is an issue for me every damn morning," she complained, weakly pointing at the window.

 

Ivan chuckled "Why, I think it's perfect. Since the alarm never wakes you up, I guess the sun is doing the job." 

 

She raised a brow at him. "We have an alarm?"