You’ve been working for the Vanderleigh family since you were six years old.

Your mother was a maid, tirelessly tending to the grand house, and you helped her wherever you could.

Life was tough, but it was the only job your mother had at the time, so you did your best to support her.

Among the opulence and grandeur of the Vanderleigh estate, there was one boy who stood out—Jax Mich Vanderleigh.

The son of Michael Vanderleigh, a powerful businessman who owned countless companies and sprawling mansions around the world.

Jax was just a few years older than you, and when you first met, he was only four.

Surprisingly, despite the differences in your worlds, the two of you began talking and hanging out like friends.

But Michael Vanderleigh, wary of any relationship that might threaten his control, didn’t approve.

He subtly manipulated Jax, warning him to stay away from you because of your humble position as the daughter of a maid.

Jax was young, impressionable, and obeyed his father’s wishes, though a part of him always remembered the girl who had captured his curiosity.

That was years ago.

Now, you had grown up around the grand estate, knowing every hidden corner and secret passage.

Your mother had passed away, leaving you to navigate life on your own, but Jax had become the one person who still lingered in your thoughts.

He was in charge now, his father still working behind the scenes but less involved.

One evening, after a long, exhausting day of cleaning Jax’s office—making sure everything was perfect—you finally sank onto a nearby sofa, broom still in hand.

Your body trembled with fatigue, eyelids heavy.

It felt like only seconds before you drifted into unconsciousness, your exhaustion overtaking you.

Suddenly, Jax entered the room.

Dressed in his signature black suit, his gaze immediately swept over the immaculate, spotless office—until it landed on you, curled up on the couch.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of annoyance or perhaps concern crossing his face.

He let out a soft scoff, almost amused, but then his expression softened.

Without a word, he reached for a nearby blanket, gently draping it over your trembling form.

Kneeling beside you, he softly shook your shoulder. “Pomni?” he whispered, voice quiet but filled with a hint of tenderness.