There's No Need For More Maids.

Jade's POV

"Lucifer in heels?" I questioned internally, letting out a scoff. Well, I loved that title. It had a certain...ring to it.

But the man before me, why does he feel so familiar? It was as though a string deep within me pulled taut the moment I entered the living room. The pull was strong, almost magnetic, yet it made no sense to me. I couldn't place the feeling, and that unsettled me.

Am I losing my mind? Is it because I can't access my powers the way I used to? I heaved a heavy sigh, frustrated by my growing vulnerability. I felt powerless standing here. Powerless and confused. What's going on? Had I missed some crucial information about this new identity or the revenge plan before descending into the mortal realm?

"That is Mr. Joseph Albert," Kira's voice cut through my thoughts as she gestured toward the younger man in the silver shirt and black pants. He sat on a chair, a guitar resting lazily across his lap. His demeanor was calm, almost too calm.

"And that," Kira continued, shifting her hand toward the other man, "is Mr. Tristan D'Leon."

My gaze settled on the second man, Tristan, the mysterious one. There was something about him that I couldn't shake. That strange familiarity tugged at me again. Where had I seen him before? Or… was it Jade? Could this pull be her doing? Jade's soul was still trapped in this body, after all. Could her buried emotions be surfacing when triggered by people or things she cared for?

I shook off the thought, brushing it aside. I didn't have time to entertain it. Whether it was Jade's feelings or my own, it didn't matter. I had a mission to focus on.

"Kira," I said curtly, my tone commanding. "Kindly assemble all the workers in the mansion here immediately."

Kira raised a questioning eyebrow, confusion etched on her face. "May I ask why...." she began, but I cut her off with a pointed look that made it clear I wasn't in the mood for explanations. She hesitated but eventually gave a nod of acknowledgment before leaving to carry out my order.

As Kira exited the room, my gaze drifted back to Tristan. He was staring at me or, at least, I was certain he was, even with the glasses perched on his nose. There was an intensity in his posture, an unspoken curiosity that matched my own. I narrowed my eyes slightly, trying to read him, but his face remained impassive, giving away nothing.

Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, signaling Kira's return. The workers trailed behind her, filing in and forming a neat line to my right. Heads bowed in respect, they awaited my command.

I sat up, my gaze sweeping over them. "Alright, everyone," I began, my voice sharp and authoritative. "Pack your things and leave. Your services are no longer required in this household."

My words hit like a thunderclap, sending shockwaves through the room. The workers gasped audibly, their heads snapping up to look at me in disbelief. Even Kira appeared frozen in place, her mouth slightly ajar. Beside her, my two husbands exchanged startled glances, clearly caught off guard by my sudden declaration.

The workers were the first to react. They dropped to their knees in unison, their voices rising in a chaotic chorus of pleas.

"Please, miss, have mercy!"

"We've done nothing wrong!"

"Don't send us away!"

Their begging was like a swarm of flies buzzing around my ears relentless and grating. Irritation flared within me, my patience thinning with every passing second.

"Enough!" I thundered, slamming my hand down onto the stool beside me. The sharp crack of the impact silenced the room instantly. The workers stopped pleading, though they remained on their knees, trembling slightly.

"You haven't offended me," I said, my voice now cold and measured. "This decision isn't personal. Your services are simply no longer required here. If it's money you're worried about, Kira will ensure you're compensated."

The room fell into a heavy silence, thick with tension. The workers remained kneeling, their faces etched with sadness and despair. They couldn't understand my actions, nor did they dare to question them. I bet they still remembered the original Jade Sinclair, a kind, loving, and caring woman. But I wasn't her. I was different. There were certain steps I needed to take for my plan to unfold. Sympathy or pity had no place in my strategy.

Kira soon stepped closer to me, leaning in to whisper, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing, Jade? All the workers couldn't have offended you at the same time. What exactly is the problem? Even if you don't need their services anymore, you owe them an explanation. If you dismiss them like this, it'll tarnish their reputation, and they'll struggle to find jobs elsewhere. It's going to make headlines...the heiress of the Sinclair family fires all her workers overnight. No one will hire them, thinking they're irresponsible or incompetent."

She moved back slightly, her eyes locked on mine, pleading for reason. Her concern was genuine, but I had no time to indulge it.

I heaved a sigh, feigning exasperation. "Fine. Take them to the Sinclair family's other house. They can continue working there. But they're not staying here."

Kira straightened, her lips parting slightly as if to argue, but the warning look in my eyes stopped her. Without another word, she turned to the workers. They had been ready to plead again, but Kira silenced them with a finger pressed to her lips.

"Follow me, all of you," she commanded.

The workers rose quickly, stealing cautious glances in my direction as they filed out behind Kira. Just as they were leaving, Alexander strode into the room, his face a mix of worry and apology.

"I'm sorry, Jade," he said, his tone heavy with regret. "It took longer than expected to convince my family. But I'm here now." He sank into a seat, his movements tense. Though he didn't say anything, it was clear he wasn't pleased to see Tristan and Albert here.

"You arrived just in time," I replied, a wide smirk spreading across my lips as my gaze swept over my three husbands. "Alright, let's begin. I want each of you to tell me about your hobbies. Let's start with you." I gestured toward Albert.

Albert cleared his throat, clearly nervous. "My hobbies?" he began, his voice shaky but warm. "I enjoy singing, writing songs, and cleaning when I have the time. I love cleanliness, so I can't stand being in a dirty environment." He offered a timid smile, his dimples flashing briefly.

"Good," I said with a nod of approval. The simple gesture seemed to ease his nerves, and his smile widened slightly.

I turned to Tristan next, a smirk curling at the corners of my lips. "Your turn. What are your hobbies?"

Tristan's sharp gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt as if he could see straight through me. There was an intensity to his stare that was both unnerving and intriguing.

"I don't have any hobbies," he said flatly, leaning back in his seat. Then, as if realizing how ridiculous he sounded, he burst into laughter. The outburst echoed in the room, but it quickly died down when he noticed the unimpressed looks from the rest of us. "Alright, fine," he amended, shrugging. "I enjoy shopping and going out. As for other things, like cleaning or cooking, I leave those to my maids."

I scoffed, unimpressed, before shifting my attention to Alexander. "Your turn?"

Alexander's face softened into a warm smile. "You know I love cooking, Jade. If not for my family's wealth, I'd have become a chef. Everything about cooking fascinates me. I also enjoy cleaning and listening to music."

"Interesting," I mused, a wide smirk spreading across my lips as my mind turned over the possibilities.

Just then, the door to the living room burst open, and Kira re-entered, looking slightly out of breath.

"Alright, Jade," she began, her voice laced with exasperation. "I've contacted the Sinclair family to send over some maids since you've dismissed the others. They'll arrive soon."

"Cancel the request," I said sharply, the smirk still plastered on my face as my gaze lingered on my three husbands.

Kira's eyes widened in disbelief. "Cancel it? Jade, there's not a single maid in this mansion! How do you expect to manage the chores? Or… are you planning to move out?"

"There's no need for more maids," I replied smoothly, turning to face her fully. "There are already three maids in this mansion."

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