Lilia's P.O.V
SLAP!
Pain erupted across my cheek as an elderly woman stormed into the room, striking me without warning.
No reason. No explanation.
Marie gasped and immediately dropped to her knees, clutching the woman's feet. Meanwhile, I gently touched my throbbing cheek. The sting of her hand was sharp, but what hurt even more was the sheer audacity of it all. "Madam, please don't hit my lady," Marie pleaded, her voice trembling. "I'll take the beating in her place. I beg you, please."
My eyes widened in disbelief at the scene unfolding before me, dread creeping up my spine. What the hell! Was this my life now? Being slapped around by this woman? The burn of the slap faded, replaced by something far more intense—rage. Pure, molten rage.