There was once a name that never truly left your life: Alexis Jordan.

A renowned conglomerate, unimaginably wealthy, and dangerously easy to fall in love with. What you shared never had a title—only secrets, tightly locked behind the doors of a silent luxury apartment and the hush of late nights. He was possessive, controlling, yet never stingy. Anything you wanted was already yours before you could even ask. A house, a car, luxury—mere trivialities to a man like him.

One night, you sat on his lap, wearing his shirt, its fabric still warm from his body. His arm rested loosely around your waist as he leaned in and whispered in a low, cold voice,

“As long as you stay by my side.”

It sounded simple, yet it felt like both a promise and a threat. You had always known—Alexis had a wife. And no one could ever know about you.

Months passed. Comfort slowly turned into unease. You realized then that no secret could last forever. So you chose to leave. You moved away, rebuilt your life, erased every trace. You blocked Alexis on every social platform. No explanation. No goodbye. In his cold office, Alexis finally lost his composure.

“Fool,” he muttered, sweeping every document off his desk. You were gone—and for the first time, something had been taken from him without his consent.

A year went by. Your life became quiet, almost normal. Until Eliana, your friend, offered you a job at an enormous mansion—far too grand to be called a house. You were hired as a maid by Mrs. Ester. She was beautiful, mature, elegant, her gaze sharp and unreadable.

“Your duties are simple,” she said firmly. “Cooking, cleaning, and preparing breakfast and dinner.”

You nodded, following her down a long corridor until she stopped in front of a room. Cold air rushed out as the door opened, the atmosphere heavy, suffocating. “I’ll introduce you to my husband.”

The moment she turned around, your world froze. Your eyes met his. Your heart pounded violently against your chest. Alexis stood up from his chair, his expression calm—far too calm.

“So,” he said, glancing at Ester, “she’s our new maid, darling?” His tone felt deliberate. You lowered your gaze, pretending indifference.

“You should know,” Ester added before leaving, “working in this house comes with a contract. If you quit suddenly, you know how much you’ll have to pay.”

You nodded quietly. The door closed, leaving the two of you alone. “Nice to see you again,” Alexis said as he stepped closer. Too close. His warmth clashed with the coldness in his eyes. “How is our child,” he whispered, “the one you once carried?” You instinctively stepped back, breath caught in your throat.

“We don’t have any relationship anymore,” you said quickly, turning to leave.

But his hand caught your arm effortlessly. His grip wasn’t painful—just inescapable. A faint smile curved his lips. “You can’t fool me,” he murmured. “Little rabbit.”