Episode 3
Katherina sat rigid in the backseat of the billionaire’s car, heart pounding louder than the engine’s hum. Michael Owen sat beside her, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses though the sky was still gray.
The silence stretched until he spoke quietly,
“They fired you, right?”
Katherina swallowed.
“Yes, sir. They said I crossed a line.”
Michael turned toward her.
“And what line is that? Saving a man’s life?”
She stayed silent. He sighed and removed his glasses. His face was pale, still handsome — the same face she had breathed life back into.
“You shouldn’t have suffered for what you did,” he said gently. “I owe you everything.”
The car stopped before a grand mansion framed by tall iron gates. Katherina gasped — she’d never seen anything like it.
“Come in,” he said, stepping out. “From now on, you’ll work for me… personally.”
Inside, the mansion glowed with chandeliers, marble floors, and walls of art. Katherina stood at the doorway, afraid to move.
“Lord, I don’t understand… why would I—”
“Because you saved me,” he cut in. “And because…” He hesitated, lowering his eyes. “I saw something in yours when you refused to give up. No one’s ever looked at me like that. Not even those I pay.”
For the first time, Katherina met his gaze. She saw something raw — loneliness.
“You are a good man,” she whispered.
He smiled faintly.
“If I am, it’s because of you.”
Days passed. Michael made her his assistant, bought her clothes, taught her to write emails, attend meetings, and speak with confidence. The other staff whispered behind her back, accusing her of sleeping with the boss. She ignored them, focusing only on her work — and her gratitude.
But something shifted in Michael. Some nights, he stared out the window for hours, distant and silent.
One night, Katherina found him in his study, sweating and gasping.
“Sir! Sir, what’s happening!” she screamed, running toward him.
He gripped her wrist tightly, eyes wide.
“I… I was poisoned, Katherina,” he rasped. “The board… they wanted me dead for uncovering the fraud.”
She froze.
“What?”
Michael trembled, pressing a small black USB drive into her palm.
“Everything’s here. Don’t trust anyone… not even my family.”
Before she could reply, his body went limp. She screamed for help — but no one came.
The mansion, once magnificent, now felt hollow and cold.
Then, the front door creaked open… and a shadow appeared.
“I warned you, cleaning lady,” a chilling voice said. “You should have stayed invisible.”
Katherina’s blood ran cold. Whoever it was — they knew everything.
