I caught my son slipping his expensive dinner into our maid’s old bag. Furious, I demanded, “Why are you stealing from your own family?” He looked up with tears in his eyes and whispered, “Because she’s my real mom, and she only eats our leftovers.” My world spun as I looked at the hidden photo in her bag…

into?

I was going to find out.

Chapter 2: The Phantom Princess

The following morning, the atmosphere in the house was as brittle as spun glass. Grace arrived at exactly 7:45 AM, hanging her faded canvas armor on the back of the breakfast nook chair. She offered a crisp, “Good morning, sir,” and immediately began descaling the espresso machine.

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