Aphrodite’s POV
"Are you pregnant, Ma'am?" The maid, Lily, kneels at my feet and massages me, fawning. Her words struck a nerve in me, and I suddenly stood up and kicked her.
“B.itch! Who gave you permission to talk? Get out!"
She ran out in a panic, and the rest of the maids lowered their heads in terror, not daring to make a sound. Instead of making me happy, their frightened looks made me angrier. With a straight face, I glanced over each of their faces, and the atmosphere in the room became even more oppressive. Some of the servants trembled with fear.
"Get out of Here!"
I screamed hysterically, my eyes red, my chest heaving violently, one hand pointing in the direction of the door. The maids raced out, and I even heard their sighs of relief. I sat decadently on the sofa. A strand of hair fell and landed on my cheek.
