All Chapters of For Love And Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“How are you,” Princess Ava asked Arya when she delivered tea to her studio. She had finally got to chance to enter the glorious studio.“I’m okay,” Arya said, pouring tea into a cup.“What do you think of my paintings,” Ava asked.The room was spectacular. The paintings were amateur-ish but very lovely. It was clear to see that they painted in different stages, she was getting better as time went on.Arya studied the paintings. “They look really good.” “Thanks but I think you’re saying that to please me. Most of them do so.”“No, I really mean it.” Arya looked at the beginner ones. “Did you start with those?” she pointed at them.“Yes,” Ava smiled, as if remembering a beautiful memory. “They’re so bad, aren’t they? Mom said I shouldn’t hung them but I won’t listen to her. I like to look at them, my first babies. They remind me of how far I’ve come and to no r

What was it with stupid, dumb maids, Armand wondered as he made his way to the doors of the palace. If he loved her, he would wait. He scoffed at the sentence, wondering who kept feeding women with all the stupid lies. How special did she think she was? A poor maid with nothing but a beautiful face on her head. Sure, he’d wait. Not because he loved her or any of that nonsense. But because he needed a distraction from Adley’s crazy antics. He had been stupid to think he could have more than want for Arya. She was dumber than he could have ever imagined. No, why earth would he want a woman who probably only thought and talked about nothing but gossip, handsome men, and marriage? She was probably envisioning herself as the next queen of Niveria. She’d even dream of him, tonight.And to think she had agreed to find a way to get rid of Adley. Armand laughed as he went into his suite. This was going to be interesting to watch. What would an ant like Arya do to

“She’s not so nice, is she?”“Adley?” Mercy said. “She is like any other spoilt girl around here. I’ve never had any run-ins with her as I rarely go to their gatherings. The princess likes to move around with Cherry for some reason. So, I’m usually left with regular maids like you.”Arya smiled. “Isn’t that supposed to be offensive?”“What is supposed to be offensive?”“You calling me regular maid.”“But aren’t you a regular maid or general duties kind of maid?” She raised her brows. “How can the truth be offensive?”Arya knew there was a reason why she liked this girl. She was straight foward and brutally honest, the kind of person Arya liked to be with. People like Mercy could be mean to your face but say nice things behind your back. In any case, it was easy to tell that you had annoyed or made her happy. Therefore, if there were any problems, they could be sorted out easily. On

Ann’s home was a simple one. If you’d seen her, you wouldn’t believe she came from there. It was a small house where her father, aunt, and little sister lived. Ann had moved out but still sent monthly support to them. Her father had a job but she knew there was always need for more funds. Her mother had succumbed to colon cancer two months ago. You couldn’t have known she had so many burdens, seeing her act so normal. Everyone judged her from how she portrayed herself, not knowing about the pain she hid deep inside. They thought she was arrogant and considered herself above others but now they could all see that she had isolated herself because she did not want to expose the pain in her heart. She bore it all on her own, without asking for anyone’s help.“I just feel so sad for this little girl,” Mercy said, caressing the arm of the girl who’d fallen asleep in Arya’s arms. Ann’s sister Cailleen was only four years old and the world was mercile

How it happened, Arya did not know. It was a miracle that had come out of nowhere. Candela, for some inexplicable reason had given her (the new maid) the task of cleaning the king’s office. It was Arleta who usually worked in the king and queen’s offices. It was a big deal as one had to be on probation for a long time before getting the chance to enter those offices. For some reason, candela, the head housekeeper had assigned Arleta to the royal hall. Arya had been very much relieved, having got tired of cleaning the same old places. Finally, a breath of fresh air.The most prominent furniture in the room was the elegant throne at the center of it. It was golden and smaller than the one in the royal hall. There was a table in front of it with a variety of stationery strewn all over the table. Pens, notebooks, pieces of paper, open files, pencils and a punching machine. Looking at the disorganized books on one row of the shelf behind the small throne, Arya