ARMANDO
The music in the club was deafening; a mix of heavy bass and fast beats that rattled through the VIP section. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and perfume. Neon lights flashed over the room, painting everything in shades of pink, purple, and blue while girls in tiny bikinis moved through the space, dancing on platforms and flaunting their bodies like they were on display. It was all a blur—girls grinding against poles, hands grabbing at cash, the sound of laughter mixed with the music. None of it could drown out the storm of thoughts in my head. I sat in the corner of the VIP section, a glass of whiskey in my hand. The booth was plush, expensive, and isolated from the chaos of the main floor. Matteo was beside me, completely in his element. Two girls were draped over him, their barely-covered bodies pressed against him as they giggled and whispered things I didn't bother to catch. He had one hand wrapped around a glass, the other resting on the ass of one of the girls, occasionally slapping her with wads of cash. "Now, this is a night out, huh?" Matteo grinned, looking over at me, his eyes already glassy from the drinks. I just nodded, taking a sip of my whiskey. A girl with long, dark hair slid onto my lap, trying to catch my attention with a smile. Her body was warm, and she moved like she knew what she was doing, pressing herself against me, making it clear she was there for one thing. "You don't seem like you're having fun, handsome," she purred, her lips close to my ear. I grunted, shifting in my seat, trying to ignore the feel of her. My mind was still stuck on the shipment, on the rat, on everything that went wrong. I came here to relax, but all I could think about was how this was a waste of time. I couldn't focus on anything but what needed to be done. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have let Matteo drag me out here. The girl must've sensed I wasn't in the mood, but she tried harder, her fingers trailing over my chest, her lips brushing against my neck. "Let me take your mind off things, baby. I can make you forget everything." I stared at her for a moment, then sighed. "Get off me." Her smile faltered for a second, but she tried to play it off. "Come on, don't be like that—" "I said get off." My voice was sharp now, and she got the message, sliding off my lap and standing up. I reached into my pocket, pulling out a wad of cash, and tossed it on the table in front of her. "Here. Now get out of my sight." She hesitated, her eyes flicking between the money and me, but she knew better than to argue. She scooped up the bills and disappeared into the crowd of girls on the main floor. I leaned back in my seat, rubbing my temples. This was pointless. I wasn't in the mood for this crap. The flashing lights, the noise, the girls-I couldn't care less. I stood up, brushing past the other girls lingering nearby, and looked over at Matteo, who was still lost in his little world. "We're leaving," I said. Matteo barely looked up, too busy with his hands full of girl. "Leaving? We just got here. Come on, boss, loosen up a little. We haven't even-" "Now," I cut him off, my voice hard. He looked at me, his smile fading when he saw I wasn't joking. Matteo might've been having fun, but he knew better than to push me when I'd made up my mind. He sighed, pulling his hand off the girl's waist and tossing some more cash on the table. "Alright, alright," he muttered, standing up. The girls around him pouted, but he waved them off. "Maybe next time, ladies." As we made our way out of the VIP section, the girls tried one last time, their hands reaching for me, their voices sweet and teasing, promising things I didn't care about. I grabbed another wad of cash and threw it at them without stopping. "Take the money. We're done here." They giggled as they snatched up the bills, but I was already heading for the exit. Matteo caught up to me, glancing over his shoulder at the scene we were leaving behind. "Boss, you sure you wanna go? It's not even midnight yet," he said, sounding half-disappointed. "I've had enough," I replied, pushing open the door that led to the back alley. The night air hit me like a slap to the face-cool and refreshing after the thick, suffocating atmosphere inside the club. Matteo sighed again but didn't argue. "Alright, fine. But you gotta admit, that was a hell of a show." I didn't answer him. I wasn't interested in whatever entertainment he'd gotten out of the night. My mind was back on the job, on the betrayal we were dealing with. We got into the car, and I leaned my head back against the seat, closing my eyes for a moment. The drive back to the mansion was quiet. Matteo knew better than to try and fill the silence with idle conversation. He might've had fun, but I was already thinking about what needed to be done next. This night was a mistake. I shouldn't have let him talk me into it. But there wouldn't be any more distractions now. It was time to focus. Time to find the rat. * * * * * * * The drive back to the mansion was silent, except for the hum of the engine and the occasional thud of the tires over bumps in the road. Matteo knew better than to try and talk, especially after I cut the night short. I stared out the window, my thoughts circling back to the problem at hand. The rival family had been getting bold. They knew things they shouldn’t—details about my shipments, movements, and deals. It wasn’t a coincidence. Someone from the inside was leaking information. Someone close. Someone I trusted. I clenched my jaw, my hand tightening around the armrest. I wasn’t about to let that slide. They were playing with my business, and that was personal. But first, I had to find the rat. One of my own men was feeding them, and once I figured out who, they'd regret ever crossing me. But that would take time, and right now, I needed an outlet for my anger. We pulled up to the mansion, and the gates swung open. I didn’t waste any time as I got out of the car, the weight of my frustration heavy on my shoulders. The house was dark, quiet. Too quiet. I was still fuming, my mind racing through every possibility, every betrayal. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Eleanor. She’d been here too long. Too comfortable for my liking. She was here to work, not lounge around like she was on some vacation. She belonged to me now. My property. I stormed through the hallway up to the stairs, my footsteps heavy against the marble floors as I walked towards her room and pushed the door open. Eleanor looked up, startled. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “You’re up late,” I said coldly, walking further into the room, making sure my presence filled the space. “Comfortable, are we?”ELEANOR Armando barged into my room without warning, the door flying open like it had no weight at all. I jumped, my heart leaping to my throat. He didn’t knock. He didn’t say a word before entering. He just… invaded.“W—What if I’d been naked?” I stammered, pulling the edges of my nightgown tighter against my body, every inch of me on high alert.He didn’t even blink. “So what?” His voice was cold, dismissive. “This is my house. I can walk into any room I want, anytime I want. Especially yours.”I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “That doesn’t give you the right to—”“I own you,” he cut me off, his voice sharp and final. “You’re mine, Eleanor. Don’t forget that.” He took a step forward, his eyes boring into me like I was nothing more than a possession he’d purchased. “You have no privacy here. None.”His words hit me like a slap. I felt the sting, the weight of his control. I had no say in anything. Not in this house. Not with him.He was so rude, ugh!For a moment, I coul
ELEANOR I was jolted awake by a knock. It was still dark outside, the room heavy with silence except for the persistent rapping on the door. Groaning, I turned over, pulling the pillow over my head. Maybe if I ignored it long enough, whoever it was would go away. But the knocking continued, steady and unrelenting. I blinked at the time on the bedside clock—who could it be by 4 a.m?I sat up, my mind immediately going to Armando. But no… it couldn’t be him. He’d made it clear last night that knocking wasn’t something he did—especially not in his own house. Sighing heavily, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to the door, hoping this wasn’t some twisted game he was playing. I opened it to find one of the housemaids standing there, her head bowed slightly in a polite greeting.“Good morning, Miss Eleanor,” she said, her voice soft but formal. She held up a neatly folded maid uniform with both hands, offering it to me like it was some kind of gift. “Mr. Armando instructed me to bri
The tension in the mansion was palpable as Armando stormed into the living room, his face a mask of rage. His voice cut through the silence like a knife, booming, "I want everyone to get in here now!"The maids and servants scrambled out from every corner of the house, their footsteps echoing through the hall as they rushed to obey. Every single one of them gathered at the center of the living room, heads bowed, hands clasped nervously. All except Eleanor.Armando’s eyes swept the room, narrowing when he realized she wasn’t there. His temper flared instantly, his fist clenching at his side.“I said every fucking person should be here now!" he bellowed, his voice loud enough to make the walls vibrate.A second later, Eleanor came running out from the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest as she hurried into the room. She barely had time to catch her breath before Armando’s hand lashed out, delivering a hard slap across her face. The force of the blow sent her crashing to the floor,
ELEANOR I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. How in the world did Armando expect me to clean this entire mansion all by myself? The place was massive—rooms upon rooms, endless hallways, marble floors that stretched on for what felt like miles. It was a task meant for a full team of maids, not just one person. Yet, here I was, stuck in this nightmare with no way out.I buried my face in my hands, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. What did I do to make him so angry? Was it the food? No, it couldn’t have been. I made sure to check the seasoning—twice, even. There was no way it was too salty or bland. But then, why was he so furious? The way he erupted at the dining table, the way he threw the tray to the floor, it was like I had committed some unspeakable crime. None of it made any sense.My thoughts drifted to the possibility of running away. But where would I go? How f
ELEANOR I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The maid’s dress fit awkwardly on my frame, the stiff fabric clinging to me like an unwanted second skin. I sighed, adjusting the apron that felt too tight around my waist. It had been a few days since Isabella brought it to me, and now I was officially one of Armando’s housemaids. The reality of it sank in deeper with each passing second.I had avoided leaving my room up until now, relying on the maids to bring me meals whenever I needed food. But today, that changed. Today, I would be walking through Armando’s mansion, being shown around like I was part of his staff—because, in his eyes, I was.Isabella knocked on my door, her voice soft. “Miss Eleanor, are you ready?”I took a deep breath and nodded, even though I wasn’t sure I was ready for what awaited me. “Yeah… I’m ready.”She opened the door and stepped in, her expression kind as usual. “I’ll show you everything Mr. Armando expects to be cleaned. It’s a lot, bu
ELEANOR There I was outside Armando’s door, my hand hovering just an inch away from knocking. My heart was racing, my body heavy with exhaustion. A deep breath filled my lungs as I tried to brace myself for whatever awaited me on the other side. I didn’t want to be here. Every part of me screamed to turn around, walk away, and hide in my room. But I knew I couldn’t.Just as I was about to knock, I heard his voice from the other side, calm but commanding. "Come in."My hand froze. How the hell did he know I was standing there? I hadn’t even knocked. My chest tightened, and I swallowed hard, feeling a wave of nervousness sweep over me. I turned the knob slowly, pushing the door open, the familiar scent of his expensive cologne washing over me as soon as I stepped inside.The room was dark. I couldn’t see much—just the shadows of the furniture scattered around, but I couldn’t see him. That made me even more nervous. I stayed near the door, not daring to go any further.“Good evening, Mr
ELEANOR I dragged myself across Armando’s room, forcing my body to move as I wiped down the already spotless floor. My arms felt heavy, my back ached, and my mind… my mind was drowning in a sea of thoughts. I couldn’t focus on the exhausting task in front of me. The more I tried, the more my mind wandered, slipping further and further away from the present.I had been enduring Armando’s cruelty for so long that I didn’t even remember what it felt like to be free anymore. Every day was the same—his threats, his anger, the way he watched me like I was nothing more than property. It wore me down, piece by piece, until I barely recognized myself.My sister’s face flashed in my mind, and my heart clenched. She was the reason I was still here, why I was enduring all of this. The money Armando had paid for me… it went to her treatment. But lately, I started to wonder if I was doing the right thing. If I stayed here, I might not make it out alive. What good would I be to her then?It had bee
ELEANOR Armando finally left the house. I waited until the door shut behind him, listening to the sound of the cars driving off. This was the moment I had been waiting for—the opening I needed to get out of here for good. But I couldn’t just run out the door. I needed a distraction, something big enough to get everyone’s attention so they wouldn’t notice me slipping away.But what? How could I pull it off without raising suspicion?I paced back and forth, racking my brain. Then, it hit me—fire. I could set a fire. That would definitely get everyone running. The fire alarms would go off, and all the staff would be gathered in one spot, trying to handle the chaos. It was the perfect plan, but where could I start a fire without getting caught?Then I remembered the fireplace in the living room. I had always thought it was strange that Armando kept a fireplace in this huge mansion, especially since it was hardly ever used. But now, it seemed like it was there for a reason. It was my way