The new maid heard weeping beneath the mansion. Opening the heavy basement door, she found the missing wife, starved and chained. As gasps filled the dark room, the wife grabbed her hand, whispering, “Run before he hears you, or he’ll make you my replacement.” Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the stairs…

I never picked up a mop again.

Ricardo paid off all of my mother’s medical debt, moving her into a beautiful, ground-floor apartment in the city. And as for me, he offered me a new position. I became the estate manager, handling the payroll, the staff, and the daily operations of the house. I was no longer a servant; I was treated as family.

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