The Revelation
The maid remembered how Mr. Hargrove, wealthy and arrogant, always treated the girl with cold detachment. He never smiled at her, never showed affection. Now the truth was clear: this wasn’t training — it was punishment.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” the maid asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from the girl’s face.
“Daddy said not to,” the girl whispered, terrified of what might happen.
The maid’s chest tightened. Memories of her own harsh childhood came flooding back — chores used as excuses to break her spirit. She had promised herself she would never stay silent again.
Just then, the library door slammed open. Mr. Hargrove stood there, tall and intimidating, his cold gaze cutting through the air.
