Chapter 88. Waning Threats

Brielle POV

Brielle smiled broadly, as she often did when she left Lord Darius’s room every morning.

The recollections of the night before assailed her senses, and she clenched her thighs.

She couldn’t stop thinking about her prolific sexual experiences as she passed maids and guards, greeting them goofily, and she wondered whether any of the servants could read her mind. She was perplexed since some of them were giving her odd stares.

Brielle’s smile evaporated halfway down the corridor as she approached the stairs when she noticed a recognizable figure standing not far away from her, surrounded by some other ladies, most of whom were submissives.

Madeline. A shudder ran down her spine, and her stomach churned, but Brielle didn’t falter or pause. Instead, she continued walking.

As she approached, she could see that they were discussing something, and they were so absorbed in their conversation that they didn’t notice her at first. Still sq