Chapter 1
Willing her still sleeping body to get up out of the bed, Leyla with her unruly hair tried so much to stand up and reach the wailing alarm clock she purposedly put on top of her vintage vanity table that is three meters away from her bed.
That vintage vanity table by the way was her great great grand mother’s. Just imagine how old it is.
It’s Saturday and she has to go to her second job.
“Alright! You stupid alarm clock! Stop wailing! It’s only 7 for fuck’s sake” she muttered.
Well, her droopy eyes and stinky smell were all because of her date lastnight. Her girlfriends wanted to have fun, who was she to say no?
After finally silencing the noise, she went straight to have her shower that made her scream. The cold water was just what she needed to fully wake up.
“Fucking shower” she cussed when she was done. Who on earth would want to have a cold shower in the morning? Not her but she needs it even if she doesn’t want it.
Still trembling, she tiptoed in going out of the bath because the floor was all white marble, definitely colder than that of a tomb.
One day she will definitely die of hypothermia all thanks to her massive Villa.
After putting on a knitted pullover and warm leggings she stormed out of the master’s bedroom to prepare a coffee and a toast.
The kitchen was also big like every part of her Villa. It also has a gigantic fireplace in the living, which she rarely use. Ok, you can still count in her fingers the rarity of the times she ever lit that gigantic fireplace.
Reason? Maybe she has to cut down one of her century old pine trees in her garden everytime she uses that fireplace.
Her electric heater in the kitchen is small but just enough to heat her up whenever she’s there to fix something to eat.
She doesn’t organize parties too, not because she doesn’t have presentable plates and flatware, it was all because of the electric bill she has to pay at the end. Heating her Villa is not a joke. And using her expensive and antique utensils is also something she doesn’t want to do.
Not to mention cleaning the whole Villa after.
After collecting her car key in the keyholder she locked the Villa and drove to work. Her Saturday work is easy, she just needs to dust the bookshelves and books of an old man who lives not far away from her Villa, Mr Coventry.
Mr Coventry is a very wealthy man. He is also living in a huge Villa like her, the only difference was that his Villa was well kept. But of course, he has the money unlike her.
Gossips say that the Mr Coventry is somekind of an English Earl, thus the wealth.
Upon entering the massive loan of Mr Coventry, she couldn’t help but to be jealous of how well kept the Villa’s garden was.
Her garden is also massive but lacks landscaping. She doesn’t have the means to do so.
She maybe an owner of a Massive Villa but She, Leyla Kenworthy is just a twenty four year old Lady of Kenworthy and almost totally broke. All thanks to her parents of course who left her without money and a Villa to look after.
