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

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“No,” Victor said quietly. “It isn’t.”

Downstairs, the mansion looked different in morning light. Marble floors gleamed, tall windows framed the pale Connecticut sky, and the dining table was set for a breakfast worthy of a magazine spread. Silver coffee pots. Fresh fruit. Warm pastries. White roses in a crystal vase. But the atmosphere was wrong. continue reading …