The Stable Boy's Secret

Synopsis

I was the quietest, most overlooked young lady in the entire Marquess's household. In secret, though, I kept a beautiful stable hand, just for my own amusement. Edward Ashford was calm, reserved, and infuriatingly pure of heart. No matter how I teased or tempted him, he never crossed that final line. Then one day, glowing words appeared before my eyes, lines of text scrolling like a ghostly script: [Ugh, can this supporting character be any more shameless? Can't she tell the male lead loathes her?] [Even if she stripped bare in front of him, he wouldn't glance her way.] [He has to stay pure for the female lead, after all!] [Though... he does still hide her things. Takes them out late at night to soothe his loneliness.] [Hah, now that's spicy.] Half-doubtful, half-curious, I sought out the small wooden box Edward treasured, and opened it. Inside lay my elder sister's long-lost earring... and a stack of portraits. All of her. That night, when Edward came to me, I placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him away. "Let's end this," I said, turning toward the window. "I've grown bored."