Chapter 1
The crystal chandeliers overhead cast a cold, fractured light across the polished marble floors of the grand hallway, illuminating the tense silence that settled between the three figures. The woman in the elegant off-the-shoulder dark red gown stepped closer to the gold-framed mirror, her reflection distorted by the ripples of her own internal panic. She looked down at the young maid standing on the left, her brown hair pinned in a neat updo that had begun to fray slightly at the edges.
“You were never supposed to tell him,” the woman in red whispered, her voice a low, venomous hiss that cut through the cavernous space.
The tall man in the black suit jacket and white open-collared shirt strode forward from the white double doors in the background, his dark slicked-back hair catching the glare of the lights. He stopped directly in front of the young maid, his expression hardening into a mask of absolute authority.
“Tell me what?” the man demanded, his eyes darting between the two women, searching for the crack in their fortress of lies.
The young maid swallowed hard, her hand instinctively rising to rest against her lower stomach. She looked up slowly, tears pooling in her eyes, her lower lip trembling as she faced the man who commanded this entire estate.
“She said your daughter must never know who you are,” the maid said, her voice shaking with a terrifying mix of grief and defiance.
The man stared back in utter shock and confusion, his brow deeply furrowed as the words echoed off the marble walls.
“My daughter?” he repeated, the concept shattering the rigid reality he had built for decades.
The maid looked up, tears finally spilling over her lashes, streaming down her face as she spoke with desperate earnestness.
“It is true,” she whispered.
The man took a sharp step back, his chest rising and falling beneath his tailored suit. He looked at the woman in red, who refused to meet his gaze.
“Is this a sick joke?” the man asked, his voice cracking slightly.
“Ask her,” the maid replied softly, pointing a trembling finger at the woman in red.
The woman in red finally turned, her face pale as death. “You destroyed our lives twenty years ago. You don't deserve to know her.”
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Before the man could demand an explanation, the heavy front doors swung open behind him, and a young woman walked in, holding a letter addressed to him.
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