Chapter 69: The Arrogant Maid Gets Bullied in Front of her Young Lady (2)

But the reality? It was a crushing defeat.

All that effort, playing nice, and even swallowing her pride—only to end up in a glorified kennel.

Was she a golden retriever now?

But Lilith had her reasons.

She wasn’t planning to live there anyway. Her primary home was more than enough.

The doghouse wasn’t the point. What mattered was having an excuse to come here!

Now, whenever she wanted to visit, she could say she was "coming home."

This massive villa could hold as many women as Shia could invite, and Lilith intended to stake her claim before anyone else g ot a foothold.

She was already picturing parties in the garden—summer pool bashes, barbecues, you name it.

Lilith’s face lit up with a radiant smile as she fantasized about the grand life ahead.

But amidst her daydreaming, one crucial detail escaped her notice.

Had Shia even agreed to her plans?

And if he hadn’t, what price would she need to pay to get his approval?

Lilith hadn’t considered any of this.

She still thought Shia was the same easygoing nice guy from before, someone she could manipulate at will. Was it really fair for the nice guy to always get bullied?

At the same time, on the second floor, by the large floor-to-ceiling window, stood a special guest invited by Shia. She had long, flowing white hair, dressed in a classic maid outfit that hugged her voluptuous figure perfectly. Her legs, encased in silky white stockings, exuded an alluring fullness. Her entire presence was like that of an icy, unreachable goddess.

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Tia stood there, arms crossed, silently watching the scene unfold below. In the courtyard, she saw the so-called young lady, Lilith, happily settling into what could only be described as Shia’s “doghouse.”

A doghouse! And Lilith seemed to love it?

Why?

Tia couldn’t wrap her mind around it. No matter how much she idolized Lilith, there was no plausible excuse for such behavior. Her logic failed her, and doubts began to creep into her thoughts.

The words Shia had whispered to her echoed once more: “What if I brought her down to your level?”

The soft murmur sounded like the tempting voice of a devil.

No! This was the young lady! Such a thing could never happen… it was absolutely impossible!

Tia’s heart rejected the image with every fiber of her being. Yet, as she watched Lilith’s delight in decorating the doghouse, her faith in the woman she had once idolized began to crumble.

Lilith’s once-glorious image dimmed before her eyes. The radiance she admired wasn’t Lilith’s inherent brilliance; it was the glow Tia had projected onto her through her devotion. Now, seeing Lilith so content with something so humiliating caused that image to collapse further.

This was the beginning of her fall.

Below, Lilith hummed a cheerful tune as she busied herself. Despite the small space, she worked enthusiastically, sprucing up her “little sanctuary.”

“From now on, this will be called the Home of Happiness!” she declared, kneeling on the ground with a satisfied grin. The charming little house symbolized her vision for a beautiful future.

Upstairs, there was a dull “thud.”

White hair spilled over the plush carpet. The icy maid, Tia, found herself pinned to the ground. Her hands braced against the floor to cushion her fall, sending a dull ache through her palms.

Tia managed to lift herself slightly, turning her head just enough to glimpse the culprit behind her.

A figure loomed over her, an arm slipping around her slender waist. Shia’s head rested lightly on her shoulder, so close that Tia could feel his breath on her skin. The intimate posture mirrored that of a pair of lovers.

The scene was picturesque, warm, and serene. To an outsider, it might have seemed like the two were deeply in love, quietly enjoying a moment together.

“Look at her. She’s trying so hard,” Shia murmured, his gaze fixed on the courtyard where Lilith worked with glee.

Tia resisted the discomfort rising in her chest and turned to follow his gaze. Down in the doghouse, Lilith was indeed smiling happily.

The two of them silently observed her efforts. On the surface, the atmosphere seemed harmonious.

But was it really?

Tia’s cold, detached expression betrayed nothing, her icy demeanor intact. Yet inside, the humiliation was unbearable. Through the window, she could see Lilith clearly, but Lilith, engrossed in her decorating, couldn’t see her maid being “bullied” by her fiancé upstairs.

Tia bit her lip, suppressing the sound threatening to escape her lips.

Lilith, seated on the small bed in her cozy little house, looked toward the villa with a contented smile. Her happiness only deepened Tia’s sense of degradation. She bit down harder on her lip, nearly drawing blood, as if to keep herself silent.

Even though she knew Lilith couldn’t see her, the feeling of being humiliated right in front of her was unbearable.

Lilith’s gaze eventually returned to the luxurious villa. The massive glass windows reflected the vibrant gardens, the sparkling pool, and the distant mountains and clouds. It was stunning, and she was thoroughly pleased with the view.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, the intimate proximity between Shia and Tia was a stark contrast. The maid’s delicate features revealed subtle traces of sorrow.

It was humiliating. Truly humiliating.

Just moments ago, Lilith’s eyes had briefly glanced upward, and for an instant, their gazes had met. Tia’s body tensed, a cold chill running through her. Her dignity felt completely trampled, her body trembling ever so slightly under the weight of the moment.

As her composure threatened to break, Shia’s warm presence pulled back. The distance between them widened, and the fleeting warmth was replaced by a sudden chill.

Shia knew the game well. He understood the art of balance—push too far, and there’d be backlash. This way, he maintained his control.

“Don’t you want to know what place you hold in your beloved lady’s heart?” Shia’s words were deliberately long and winding, but Tia understood immediately.

Her fists clenched and unclenched, betraying her internal turmoil.