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…

the guards. She controls the payroll. She intercepts the mail. To cross her is to lose everything.”

“I don’t care,” I said, a sudden, fierce heat rising in my blood. “I won’t let her die down there.”

“Then you must be smarter than you are brave,” Mateo warned softly, releasing my shoulder. “Watch your back, Clara. The walls have eyes.”

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