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…

staring up at the vaulted ceilings, the imported crystal chandeliers, and the golden moldings that seemed to drip with excess. Situated high in the unforgiving mountains, the mansion was a monument to wealth and isolation. While luxury glittered in the sunlit halls and the heavy scent of expensive tuberose perfumes masked the stale air, a secret capable continue reading …