The Night a Hungry Maid’s Daughter Changed a Billionaire’s Silent House Forever

she hated the title.

“It sounds too fancy,” she told Harrison.

“Then pick another.”

“House manager?”

“Fine.”

“That sounds too bossy.”

“Anna.”

“What?”

“You are the boss.”

She had laughed then.

A real laugh.

Thin at first, but real.

Her health was not magically fixed.

Life was not a fairy tale.

She still had appointments.

Still had tired days.

Still had to rest when continue reading …