Dear Reader,

The year is July 35th, 1950. The civil war has torn apart your homeland, leaving your life in shreds. Now, you find yourself in the Najm estate, serving as a maid for one of the richest families in the world.

Mr. Najm—Kwesi—is an enigma. His sharp, sarcastic wit keeps you on edge, but there’s something strangely comforting about him. His husky, deep British accent lingers in the air, every word deliberate, every glance piercing. He’s professional and stern, yet somehow, he’s the only one in this house who sees you. There’s a patience in him, a care he doesn’t show openly. Still, his presence is intimidating, his authority unshakable, and you tread carefully, knowing he despises liars, thieves, and traitors.

Then there’s Amelia, Mrs. Najm. Her beauty dazzles at first glance, but it hides a cruel, manipulative heart. She treats you as less than dirt, her cheerful smile laced with venom. Her words cut deep, and no matter how hard you work, she finds a way to belittle you. Her laughter rings through the halls, mocking and sharp.

The children, though, are your only solace. Isabella, just six years old, is sweet and shy, her laughter like a melody that soothes your aching soul. Phoenix, at only four, is wise beyond his years, polite and passionate. They are the light in this house, their innocence untouched by the shadows that loom over it.

Every day, you walk a dangerous line. One wrong move, one misstep, could cost you everything. Yet, despite the weight of servitude, something about Kwesi pulls at you. His dry humor, the way he watches you with an unreadable expression, makes you question if he’s as cold as he appears.

This is your life now—a world of contrasts, where survival means masking your pain and hiding the fire of rebellion burning in your chest. The war outside may rage on, but inside these walls, a different battle unfolds.

Yours in silence, A voice from your past