Rebecca waltzed into the mansion like she hadn’t just spent the last week banned from it. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, an arrogant rhythm that matched the smirk on her lips. Ralph had been an evil bastard all week, keeping her away like some misbehaving child, but none of that mattered now. She was here, and she would take care of the wench who had dared to sink her claws into her man and dared to give him thoughts that he could ever ban her from his own home for a bloody week!The air inside the mansion was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and aged wood, but something felt off. Typically, when she walked through those doors, Donna, the ever-dutiful housekeeper, would rush to greet her because, of course, Rebecca wasn’t just any guest. She was Ralph’s future wife, and by extension, the true authority in this house.But there was no Donna. No housekeepers, no stupid Silvia, no security standing at attention. The silence pressed against her ears, making her f
Silvia stood by and watched everything that was unfolding before her. It was so unusual for Ralph to treat Rebecca this way. His voice was sharp and merciless. This was a storm locked inside a human being.What had gotten over him?She just didn't understand. Ralph's eyes met hers, as cold as steel, and she found herself stepping back instinctively. Her breath caught. She wasn’t strong enough to hold that stare. No one was.Rebecca noticed. And like a viper, she turned.She looked as though she was about to rip her head off her neck.Silvia could literally feel the steam emanating from Rebecca's nostrils and just didn't want to have to deal with it. "You," she spat, venom dripping from the single word. It was a threat wrapped in rage.The tension was so thick, a knife could cut through it. It was suffocating."Get back to work, Silvia," Ralph demanded while Rebecca couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief."You can't be serious," she said, her eyes wide as saucers, her body tremb
Ralph paced back and forth, staring at the message on his phone. Uncle Burke. He'd been noticing his uncle's change of indifference towards Silvia lately and didn't know whether to be concerned about that or not.I think we need to have a dinner meeting once again. He typed. It would be a pleasure to meet your wife once again.Ralph's brows furrowed. And he wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush, so he went straight to the point.What do you want with my wife? The demand hung in the air, heavy with tension and a sense of impatience. Silence stretched on, each passing moment amplifying the unease as the words lingered on the screen, already read yet unanswered. Just as he was about to lose his cool, a notification chimed, signaling the arrival of a response.'Your wife is lovely Ralph. It would be unkind of me not to pay my visit at least once in a while.'He didn't buy it.'You weren't saying this before. And you know me better than this game you're trying to play Burke. I kno
Silvia pushed the door open as she tried to exit her boss's office. It was her duty to make sure she cleaned the office every morning before his arrival. Today was no different—except for the disaster that was just about to unfold.As she stepped out, she bumped into a solid object, leaving her momentarily dazed. Slowly looking up and ready to lash out at whatever that was, her heart skipped a beat as she saw what, or rather whom she had collided with — her boss, Ralph.“I am sorry sir,” she muttered apologetically. As she tried to regain her balance, she knocked over a cup of water which spilled over his crisp and expensive shirt. This was a really tense moment because she could see her boss fuming in great anger.“What in blazes is the matter with you?” Ralph asked angrily. He had just arrived at the office in a really bad mood, and this was not the best way to start his day.“I am really sorry sir,” Silvia kept pleading to receive mercy from her boss. But Ralph is a man who hardly
CHAPTER 2Silvia could not read the report she was seeing on the piece of paper. The letters and numbers jumbled together, an illegible mess. Her heart pounded against her ribs.The cold white hospital walls appeared to be suffocating her, crushing her under the burden of the news. The quiet beeping of heart monitors in the distance echoed in her ears, a steady reminder of mortality."What is this, sir?" She questioned in a puzzled manner with a very confused look on her face.The doctor slowly exhaled, as if getting ready.“Your mother...," he adjusted his glasses, "I am sorry ma'am. Your mother has an ischemic cardiomyopathy, a severe heart condition,” he broke the news to her, the words hanging heavily in the air.Silvia’s head snapped up. “A what?” Her voice cracked. She blinked, trying to shake her head as if that might somehow cause the medical jargon to make sense."Doctor, you just told me she was fine! How can she be fine if she has. that? A minute ago, you were the one telli
The office was filled with cold silence as the two parties just kept staring at each other.Ralph was trying to read her expression, while Silvia was just nervous.“I didn't hear you well. Do you mind repeating what you just said?” Ralph asked firmly. The way his tone sounded drove fear into Silvia's nerves.Silvia took a long, deep breath when Ralph asked her to explain the situation.“Please sir, I…I need… I need your help, sir,” she stuttered. It was evident that her fear had the most of her.The air-conditioning in the office was on but, she found herself sweating profusely. Sweat was running down her back, and she could sense the heat creeping up her neck under Ralph's intense scrutiny. She sat fidgeting in her chair with her legs trembling just slightly.“What do you need me to do? What is it all about?” He asked curiously.Even if he decides to help her, he needs to know where his money is going. That's how a businessman thinks.Yesterday's memory came rushing back like waves—t
Silvia found it hard to process what her boss was saying. They had never had a close discussion other than this one time, and now he was asking her to marry him.She knew nothing about her boss's lifestyle, preferences, likes, and dislikes.“Did I say anything wrong?” Ralph noticed Silvia was lost in her thoughts as she tried to unravel the mystery and reasons behind his request.After a long night of reflection, Ralph realized that proposing a contract marriage to Silvia could be a practical and mutually beneficial solution for both of them.Truth is, he had no love interest in Silvia...not at all. The marriage was a ruse. She was actually going to take on the role of a maid in his home. This would not only lighten his daily burdens but also allow him to save a substantial amount of money that he would otherwise spend on hiring additional workers.It would also reduce the unnecessary pressure on him to get married. Talk about killing two birds with one stone.The contract was going t
“Where is my mother?” Silvia asked as she angrily pushed the doctor's office open. “You're here already. That's a good thing” The doctor stretched his hand, requesting that she have a seat.But Silvia was seriously pissed. She wasn't ready to sit down and have a peaceful talk with the doctor.“I can't find my mother in her ward,” she said angrily.The doctor, who now understood the reason behind her deep anger, started laughing very hard.Silvia just stood in shock, as she tried to check if there was anything on her that could amuse the doctor.“Your mother. She is in a private ward, and some doctors are trying to run some tests on her because of her surgery tomorrow” the doctor said.Silvia, who was not informed about anything of that sort, had to take a seat first before she would continue the conversation.“I don't understand. The surgery. But who paid for the surgery?” She asked confusingly, with a puzzled expression.“A man called. He refused to disclose who he was. All he did
Ralph paced back and forth, staring at the message on his phone. Uncle Burke. He'd been noticing his uncle's change of indifference towards Silvia lately and didn't know whether to be concerned about that or not.I think we need to have a dinner meeting once again. He typed. It would be a pleasure to meet your wife once again.Ralph's brows furrowed. And he wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush, so he went straight to the point.What do you want with my wife? The demand hung in the air, heavy with tension and a sense of impatience. Silence stretched on, each passing moment amplifying the unease as the words lingered on the screen, already read yet unanswered. Just as he was about to lose his cool, a notification chimed, signaling the arrival of a response.'Your wife is lovely Ralph. It would be unkind of me not to pay my visit at least once in a while.'He didn't buy it.'You weren't saying this before. And you know me better than this game you're trying to play Burke. I kno
Silvia stood by and watched everything that was unfolding before her. It was so unusual for Ralph to treat Rebecca this way. His voice was sharp and merciless. This was a storm locked inside a human being.What had gotten over him?She just didn't understand. Ralph's eyes met hers, as cold as steel, and she found herself stepping back instinctively. Her breath caught. She wasn’t strong enough to hold that stare. No one was.Rebecca noticed. And like a viper, she turned.She looked as though she was about to rip her head off her neck.Silvia could literally feel the steam emanating from Rebecca's nostrils and just didn't want to have to deal with it. "You," she spat, venom dripping from the single word. It was a threat wrapped in rage.The tension was so thick, a knife could cut through it. It was suffocating."Get back to work, Silvia," Ralph demanded while Rebecca couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief."You can't be serious," she said, her eyes wide as saucers, her body tremb
Rebecca waltzed into the mansion like she hadn’t just spent the last week banned from it. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, an arrogant rhythm that matched the smirk on her lips. Ralph had been an evil bastard all week, keeping her away like some misbehaving child, but none of that mattered now. She was here, and she would take care of the wench who had dared to sink her claws into her man and dared to give him thoughts that he could ever ban her from his own home for a bloody week!The air inside the mansion was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and aged wood, but something felt off. Typically, when she walked through those doors, Donna, the ever-dutiful housekeeper, would rush to greet her because, of course, Rebecca wasn’t just any guest. She was Ralph’s future wife, and by extension, the true authority in this house.But there was no Donna. No housekeepers, no stupid Silvia, no security standing at attention. The silence pressed against her ears, making her f
Ralph leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms as he held up the DNA test kit. She turned to him, brows raised in curiosity. His voice was clipped all business. “I need a sample of your DNA.”The pan slipped from her fingers, clattering into the sink.Ralph froze.She stared at the DNA test like it was a live grenade.She hesitantly stepped forward, remaining silent as she stared at the kit in his hands. Her expression was unreadable, showing no surprise but clear confusion.Of course, she wouldn’t be. She never seemed surprised by anything. Like some quiet little idiot who had already resigned herself to whatever nonsense the world threw her way.He hated that.Ralph took a measured breath, shoving that irritation down. “Swab your cheek,” he ordered, holding out one of the sterile cotton swabs.She obeyed without a word, taking the swab and running it along the inside of her cheek before handing it back. She was as meek as ever, her movements small and precise like she was
Ralph stared at the phone like it had insulted him. Honestly, it had.Twice in one day. Twice. First Rebecca, now his uncle. He had never once regretted the existence of 21st century technology more than he did at this exact moment.Clearly, it was time to get a new burner phone.He let it ring, briefly entertaining the idea of throwing it across the room and pretending he had suddenly become deaf. Maybe he could claim he had gone off the grid. But then the ringing stopped only to immediately start again.Ralph exhaled sharply and answered.“Ralph,” came his uncle’s voice, a deep, measured tone that somehow always carried a quiet weight of authority, even when he wasn’t trying.Ralph pinched the bridge of his nose. “Uncle Burke?”There was a pause. A pause Ralph recognized well. The kind of pause that meant his uncle was about to say something he wouldn’t like.“How is Silvia?”Ralph’s eye twitched.His grip on the phone tightened as he processed those three cursed words. Of all the th
“Absolutely not”.Rebecca's jaw dropped in disbelief as if it might just unhinge and fall.“What did you just say?” she asked, voice eerily calm.On the other end of the phone, Ralph barely sounded interested. “I said absolutely not.”Rebecca’s mind struggled to process this information. “Not?”“Not.”Her ears rang. “I—”“And before you ask again,” Ralph continued, clearly exhausted, “you are not moving in. In fact, I don’t want you stepping foot in this house for at least a week.”Silence.A week?A week?!She gripped her phone tighter as if sheer force could squeeze some sense into Ralph’s head. “Ralph, darling,” she tried, keeping her voice syrupy sweet, “be serious. This isn’t a joke baby.”“I am.”“No, you’re being ridiculous.”“Rebecca—”“I am the love of your life.”“Debatable.”“I am—” She sucked in a sharp breath and stuttered. How dare he say that to her?! “Ralph. You need me there.”“I really don’t. You’re extremely useless here, you make my staff more incompetent than they
Silvia woke up…lighter. The air was cool on her skin, and the sun had just the right degree of warmth. Birds never sang at her window because of where it was creepily positioned but Silvia could swear she heard birds chirping.The moment she opened her eyes, her first thought wasn’t about pain or hunger, it was about the fact that she wasn’t starving.She had opened her mouth, been stupid, the reckless-impulsive-asking for death kind of stupid, and yet here she was, very much alive, still in possession of all her limbs, and, miraculously, not locked in a basement somewhere.She was breathing.Silvia pulled the blanket over her face, smothering the strange, half-delirious laugh bubbling up in her chest. If Rebecca had her way, Silvia would probably be dead. But Ralph had let her go.More than that, he let her eat.It was such a ridiculous thing to be excited about, but Silvia had spent too much time in this house to not understand the weight of it. Ralph Spade did not forgive. He did no
Silvia held her cheeks and looked at Ralph, observing the anger on his face. To Ralph, though, she couldn’t look any less like Alexander than she did at that moment. However, the look in her eyes held something he had never seen before.Sometimes, his brother would look at him with such hatred as well. He rarely looked at him kindly, aggrieved that the world had given him a brother, even as he bullied him. Ralph knew that deep down, the reason it felt so easy to punish Silvia so badly was because she looked the most like the man he hated and loved in equal measure. His brother was a good person but a terrible brother. He had always supported Ralph's decisions and took care of him when others were watching. However, when it was just him and Alexander, Ralph realized the truth. His beloved brother regularly ensured that Ralph had no friends and remained isolated. According to Alexander's philosophy, if Ralph couldn't show affection to his older brother, he shouldn't be able to do so
Silvia’s tears dried the moment she got into her room, drying up as quickly as they fell. She had learned that Rebecca derived a twisted satisfaction from her suffering, and so Silvia had cultivated an ability to cry on command—a haunting skill born out of necessity.The walls seemed to compress on her, adding to the feeling of isolation as she closed the door. Dealing with the suffocating weight of solitude, she wondered if maybe she could vanish absolutely by just staying there long enough.It took two to play the game Rebecca wanted to play, and if Silvia refused to play it with her, there was nothing she could do to force or frame her. She would ask for locks from Ralph to totally block away Rebecca totally, and if he asked why, she would say it was to curb her sleepwalking. Something was different about Ralph, ever since her forced three days of hunger, he had been less brutal towards her, and she hoped to use that to her advantage. Silvia was kind, but not stupid. She wanted to