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…

own secrets.

Verónica’s face drained of color, a flash of genuine, raw panic cracking her flawless mask before it twisted into absolute fury. She snatched the key from my palm, her chest heaving.

“Where did you find this?” she hissed, stepping into my personal space until I was backed against the towering bookshelves.

“Behind a book, ma’am. I didn’t know continue reading …