Chapter 176:
Stephanie's POV
A blinding, scalding fury boiled in my chest, threatening to violently rupture my veins. Yet, I forced down my ragged breath with immense effort, nodding my head in absolute helplessness and defeat. I was in no position, nor did I possess the raw power, to stubbornly challenge a tyrant who held the rope to my gallows, tightening the noose around my neck with every passing second. Letting out a bitter, heavy sigh, I followed the maid's lead into the massive kitchen, which practically blinded the eyes with its polished black marble countertops and state-of-the-art appliances.
The maid pointed to the fresh ingredients meticulously arranged across the island. "Everything is set and prepared here, Miss Miller. The Master prefers his coffee completely black, heavy, and strictly without a single grain of sugar. And he wants his eggs scrambled with rare wild herbs."
I stood before the counter, my limbs locking up with a rigid, freezing dread.
