Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 70 - rage

70

~Lisa’s POV

I walked slowly to my room, each step heavier than the last. The hallway felt colder tonight, and I wrapped my arms around myself, like it would keep the world out. As soon as I shut the door behind , I let go.

The tears ca fast.

I slid down to the floor, pressing my back against the door, and I cried. Not the quiet kind, not the careful kind. It was loud, aching, and deep. I cried for everything. For the sha, for the whispers, for the looks I had to endure. I cried because I didn’t even do anything, and yet sohow, I was the villain in their eyes.

"Why ?" I whispered. "Why do they all hate like this?"

I stayed there for what felt like forever, curled into myself, letting every drop of pain spill out. But eventually, the tears stopped. They always do.

I wiped my eyes with the edge of my sleeve and slowly stood up. I walked to the mirror and looked at myself.

"Enough," I said quietly.

Enough crying. Enough hiding. Enough letting them break .

I was here to work. To serve. I didn’t co to steal anyone’s mate or title. I didn’t ask for any of this.

If they were going to throw hate my way, I would shield myself with silence and strength.

I washed my face, tied my hair back, fixed my uniform, and stepped out of the room. The hallway was filled with other maids walking about, and so paused when they saw .

"That’s her," I heard soone whisper.

"She still has the nerve to co out?"

I didn’t respond. I kept walking, my chin up, my heart steady. I wouldn’t let their words stick with anymore.

As I approached the service quarters, Matilda stord in, her face flushed with anger. Naomi and Bianca followed closely behind her. Both girls had bruises on their faces, one had a split lip, and the other had a swollen eye.

Matilda marched straight to . "Lisa!"

I stood straight, eting her gaze. "Yes, ma’am."

"Do you not know the rules and regulations of this palace? No maid is allowed to fight. Absolutely none!"

I let out a soft scoff, even though it took all my strength to stay respectful.

"With all due respect, ma’am," I said, keeping my voice calm, "did you not see the bruises on my body too?"

Matilda blinked, clearly caught off guard.

I unbuttoned the top of my dress slightly and moved the collar aside just enough to show the purple-blue mark forming on my shoulder.

"They attacked first," I added. "I defended myself. That’s all."

Naomi huffed. "Liar. You provoked us. Acting like you’re better than everyone."

I turned to face her directly. "I act like soone who minds her business. That seems to offend people these days."

"Enough," Matilda snapped. "This is not how palace maids are ant to behave. All of you, fighting like children. It’s disgraceful."

"I agree," I said, nodding. "It is disgraceful. But I will not stand still and be a punching bag for anyone. Not anymore."

Matilda’s eyes narrowed. "You think you can talk to like that?"

"I’m sorry, ma’am," I said quickly, lowering my gaze slightly. "But I’m just tired. Tired of being treated like I don’t belong. Tired of being blad for things I didn’t do."

There was a pause. For a brief mont, Matilda’s face softened.

Then she turned to the others. "All of you... go to the punishnt room. I don’t care who started what. You fight, you pay."

Naomi and Bianca gasped. "But..."

"Now!" Matilda barked.

They stord out angrily, shooting daggers at with their eyes. I didn’t flinch.

Matilda looked at again. "You, Lisa. Go get the linen sorted. Miss Belinda requested new sheets."

"Yes, ma’am."

I balanced the fresh linens in my arms as I made my way to Belinda’s room. My steps were slow, but my heart beat like a drum. Belinda calling for could only an one thing: hell.

And I was ready for it.

At least, I hoped I was.

I stopped in front of her door, took a shaky breath, and raised my hand to knock.

Knock. Knock.

Silence.

I waited.

Nothing.

I was about to turn and leave when suddenly, the door swung open from the inside. I stepped back quickly, startled. A palace guard rushed past , nearly brushing my shoulder. His face was pale, his brows furrowed, and his breathing uneven, like he had just seen sothing that rattled him to the core. He didn’t look at , didn’t even acknowledge .

Just... ran.

My brows drew together in confusion. What was that about?

Was sothing wrong? Had sothing happened inside?

I hesitated at the doorway, unsure if I should step in or walk away and pretend I hadn’t seen anything. But before I could even think too hard, Belinda’s voice ca slicing through the silence like a whip.

"What are you waiting for? Co in and do your job!"

Her voice was sharp, cutting. Cold. It made my spine stiffen. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and stepped cautiously into the room.

Imdiately, I was hit with a strong wave of perfu. The scent was overwhelming, sweet, expensive, but heavy like it was trying to mask sothing darker underneath.

The room itself looked like it had been turned upside down. A glass perfu bottle lay shattered on the marble floor, its glittering pieces reflecting the chandelier’s soft light like tiny stars scattered in chaos. There was a dark stain on the edge of the white rug, perfu, maybe. Or wine. Or sothing worse.

A chair was pushed halfway out of place, as if soone had stood up too quickly. The mirror on the vanity was slightly cracked at the corner.

It wasn’t just perfu in the air. It was rage. Unspoken. Unleashed. Unresolved.

She stood by her mirror, brushing her long hair like it was the only thing she could control in the world. I noticed the broken perfu bottle near the dresser. The glass glittered on the floor like it had exploded just monts ago.

Without looking at , she let out a loud hiss, grabbed her robe, and stord out.

"Useless," she muttered under her breath. The door slamd behind her.