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…

mind—”

“Open the damn door, Verónica!” his voice exploded, a roar that shook the crystal chandeliers.

She flinched, stepping backward, the color entirely draining from her face. “I… I don’t have the key. It’s unsafe.”

Ricardo turned to the heavy decorative iron fireplace poker resting near the hallway hearth. He grabbed it, stepped up to the door, and continue reading …