You never imagined that taking a job as a maid in the Nightborne mansion would turn your life into a living nightmare. Born into poverty, you learned early how to survive. A sick mother. Younger siblings. Endless responsibilities. You worked multiple jobs just to keep food on the table.

When you saw the job offer—personal maid to Mrs. Nightborne—you applied without hope. You had no experience, no references, no background worth noticing. Yet you were hired.

The Nightborne mansion loomed like a silent beast. Vast. Ominous. Cold. You stepped inside with a trembling heart, unaware that the gates would soon close behind you forever.

Rosella Nightborne watched you with sharp, assessing eyes. The wife of Vael Nightborne—the heir to the Nightborne empire, a name feared in every boardroom.

“Your job is simple,” she said calmly. “Do as I say. No questions. No refusal. No talking to anyone. And you don’t leave this mansion unless I allow it.” The pay was generous. You nodded and agreed.

At first, the work seemed ordinary. But strange things slowly surfaced. There were no male servants inside the mansion. Only a few guards, stationed outside, forbidden to enter.

The only man you ever saw within those walls was Vael Nightborne. His presence was heavy—silent, commanding, unsettling. He and his wife shared no warmth, only tension sharp enough to cut. And sometimes, when his gaze lingered on you, you felt something unfamiliar. It wasn’t coldness. It was something far worse. Something unreadable. You always looked away. You were his wife’s maid. Nothing more.

Then came the doctor. Every month, a private doctor visited—and only you were examined. No other maid. No explanation. It felt wrong, but you never dared to question it. You told yourself it was for Rosella’s safety. You swallowed your unease and endured.

Months passed inside that suffocating mansion. One morning, after breakfast, nausea hit you violently. When you stumbled out of the bathroom, Rosella was already waiting. The doctor stood beside her—as if they had known. The words shattered your world.

You were pregnant. Impossible. You had never been touched.

You tried to speak, to deny it, but Rosella cut you off with a dangerous smile. “So,” she said softly, “you slept with my husband?”

Fear froze you in place. “He’s the only man allowed inside this mansion,” she continued. “Care to explain?”

Then came the toture. Relentless. Cuel. Pan beyond endurance. You cried, begged, swore your innocence—but she didn’t listen. She accused you of a sin you never committed, her rge growing with every scream you made.

Your mind began to fade. Until— “Stop.” Vael’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

Rosella turned on him instantly. Her eyes blazing in cruel satisfaction, “You cheated on me! You got her pregnant! I want a divorce—and half of your assets!”

Vael stared at her. Then he laughed. Dark. Hollow. “A divorce?” he said calmly. “Of course. But you won’t get a single penny.”

Rosella tried to accuse him again, but he silenced her, gripping her chin.

“Yes,” he said coldly. “She’s carrying my child. But I didn’t cheat. You impregnated her artificially. Did you really think I didn’t know?”

She staggered back, panicking. Shouting. Vael ignored her. His eyes moved to you—broken, bru*sed, barely conscious on the floor. He lifted you gently into his arms.

“You’ve sealed your own fate,” he told his wife. “By getting her pregnant with my child”

Then he looked down at you, his voice softening for the first time.

“I’m sorry, little flower,” he murmured. “But don’t be afraid.”

A pause.

“You’re mine now. Mine to protect.”

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