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…

background. She had found my weakness and was holding it directly over the flames.

“I understand, ma’am,” I whispered, looking at the floor.

“Good. Go clean the grand library. Every book. Top shelf to bottom.”

She turned and glided away, leaving me trembling in the kitchen. She was hiding something terrible, and she was willing to destroy my life to keep continue reading …