Dreams

“Disrespecting your queen?” Mona repeated, unable to believe he actually said the words. He called a lowly maid a queen in her presence!

“Are you questioning me?” His eyes darkened, anger swimming in its depths.

“But Styles…”

“Your Highness!” He corrected coldly. “Address me without respect one last time and you will regret the day you were born.”

Mona was visibly trembling. He had never spoken to her with so much contempt before. To think he was treating her like trash all because of a clumsy, useless maid.

“What do I have to do to make you forgive me?” She asked sullenly. “How do I prove that I am truly sorry for everything? When will you deem it fit to take me back?”

Styles was taken aback by the audacity. The woman was the most delusional person he had ever come across.

“You believe I have plans of taking you back?” He snorted. “Your education was a waste if my wedding was not enough proof that I have moved on with my life. You have five minutes to clean this mess and head out
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