Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow - Chapter 344

Chapter 344: The New Maids
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CHAPTER 345

~Vera’s POV~

Birds chirped on my window, disrupting the silence I had. I blinked, slowly waking up, the remnants of last night’s plans swirling in my mind like smoke.

A slow smirk curled my lips as I pushed myself out of bed. Everything was falling into place perfectly.

I cleaned up quickly, savouring the warm water as it cascaded over me, washing away any traces of yesterday’s ordeal.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I glanced at myself in the mirror, noting how the bruises had already begun to fade. My wolf worked faster than I anticipated.

By the time I was dressed in a simple sundress, breakfast had been delivered to my room. A spread of toast, eggs, and fresh fruit sat neatly on a tray, but I wasn’t hungry for food—I was hungry for progress.

As I nibbled absentmindedly on a slice of toast, I reached for the telephone by the bed, dialling a number I’d memorised long before this mission began.

The line clicked, and a smooth, familiar voice greeted me. “Miss Slaton. What can I do for you today?”

I leaned back in my chair, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. “Has everything been arranged?”

“Yes, as per your mother’s instructions,” the voice replied. “Snow Zephyr’s mansion is currently hiring additional help, and your application has been prioritised. The interviews are scheduled for this morning.”

A glint of satisfaction flickered in my eyes. “And my placement?”

“You’ll be one of the maids. I’ve ensured everything will go smoothly. You’ll have direct access to the mansion.”

Perfect.

I smirked, my voice honeyed. “Thank you. I’ll be there at 9 a.m. for the interviews.”

The person on the other end hesitated. “Miss Slaton, may I remind you—this mission is delicate. Any misstep could jeopardize—”

“I don’t need a reminder,” I cut in smoothly, my tone sharp enough to silence him. “Just do your part, and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Understood,” he replied meekly before the line went dead.

I set the phone back on the receiver, my smirk widening. Leaning back in the chair, I exhaled a slow, satisfied breath.

“I won’t fail you, Mother,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the faintly glowing bracelet on my wrist.

Snow Zephyr had no idea what was coming until I was officially inside the mansion.

The faint hum of power from my bracelet reminded me of my ultimate goal.

The Moon Goddess may have given me Snow, but Mother’s mission came first. And if Zara thought she could stand in my way… well, she wouldn’t for long.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. 7:30 a.m. Good. I had time to prepare.

I tied my hair into a neat bun and touched up my face with a natural look. I needed to appear unthreatening—just another girl looking for work.

“Deception is an art,” Mother had always said. And I had mastered it.

Standing before the mirror, I practiced my expressions—a shy smile, a nervous glance. All of it needed to be flawless.

By the time I finished, I was ready.

As I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my purse, I glanced back at the room, my smirk briefly returning.

This was the start of something greater.

The mansion wasn’t just my entry point—it was my stage. And once I was inside, Zara’s world would crumble piece by piece.

“Hail the Dark Witch,” I whispered as I left the room.

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~Zara’s POV~

Snow’s Mansion

I woke up to find that Snow had already left the house that morning for the Ivory Crescent Pack.

I felt sad I didn’t get time to see him off, but like every wife, I had hope he’d return that day.

After texting him lots of love, kisses and hearts, I freshened up and made my way downstairs to join the others.

In the living room, Tempest and Aira were already seated on the plush sofas, deep in conversation.

“I’m telling you, Aira,” Tempest said, her hands gesturing wildly. “We need maids who know what they’re doing. The day before yesterday, Andrew spilled an entire bottle of wine, and do you know how long it took for someone to clean it up? Too long!”

Aira chuckled, sipping her tea. “Andrew is a walking disaster, Temp. Let’s hope the new recruits can handle him.”

Just then, the door opened, and Scott, the mansion’s chauffeur, walked in with a group of women trailing behind him.

From where I stood, the soft shuffle of footsteps drew the attention of both Tempest and Aira, and their conversation came to an abrupt halt.

The group of women stood nervously in a line, each looking hopeful but slightly intimidated by the grandness of the mansion.

Tempest’s lips curved into a bright smile. “Oh, good! The new maids are here.”

Aira nodded approvingly. “It’s about time. We’ve needed extra help for weeks now.”

Scott inclined his head politely. “Ladies, here are the candidates for the new maid positions. I trust you will make the best choice for the household.”

Tempest, however, stood up and waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, no, no, no, Scott. This is no longer a job for us.” She gestured dramatically toward the hallway. “Since Zara is the new Luna and Snow’s wife, she’ll be the one selecting the new maids of the house.”

Scott raised an eyebrow but smiled faintly. “As you wish, Lady Tempest.” He turned toward the hallway and called out, “Lady Zara?”

I entered the room at that exact moment, the warm light of the morning reflecting off my simple yet elegant flowing gown. My gaze swept across the room, landing on the group of nervous young ladies waiting patiently.

“Good morning, Scott,” I greeted him with a polite smile.

He inclined his head. “Good morning, Lady Zara. I hope you don’t mind, but the task of interviewing and selecting the new maids has fallen to you.”

I blinked, feigning a slight surprise, but I swiftly nodded. “That’s fine. It’s time I take on more of the responsibilities here.”

Scott smiled appreciatively. “Thank you, Lady Zara. The old staff hasn’t been entirely replaced since the explosion, and we are in dire need of more help around the mansion.”

I glanced at Tempest and Aira, who both gave me encouraging nods, before turning my attention to the group of women.

“Alright,” I said, squaring my shoulders. “Where do we begin?”