SHE WAS JUST THE MAID NO ONE NOTICED—UNTIL SHE TOOK THE SLAP MEANT FOR A LITTLE GIRL, AND THE MOST FEARED MAN IN THE HOUSE SAW EVERYTHING

Patricia’s sharp heels. Not the light steps of morning staff. These were heavier—controlled, deliberate. She sat up quickly, pulling her cardigan over her bruised shoulder just as a knock came once.

“Mariana Torres?” a man’s voice asked.

Her heart nearly stopped. “Yes?”

“It’s Victor Hale. Mr. Arriaga asked me to escort you to breakfast.”

Breakfast.

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