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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,
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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ELEANOR I woke up with a pounding headache, my body stiff and sore. My wrists and ankles were tied tight, the ropes cutting into my skin. I tried to move, but the chair creaked beneath me, the bonds holding me in place. The room was pitch black, and for a second, I couldn't remember how I'd gotten here. Everything felt like a fog. But then, it hit me all at once—my escape, the alley, the two men. My heart started racing again as the memories all came flooding back.I panicked, pulling at the ropes that kept me trapped in the chair. "Please, let me go!" My voice came out shaky, almost pleading. "I swear, I don't have anything! You've got the wrong person!"I could hear footsteps coming toward me, and my breath caught in my throat. One of the men, his face still masked, crouched down in front of me. "Don't start screaming again," he said, his voice low, threatening. "Remember what happened the last time? I'm sure you must be smarter by now."I nodded quickly, too terrified to speak. My
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ELEANORArmando dragged me out of the car, gripping my wrist so tightly I thought my bones would snap. The pain shot up my arm, but I was too exhausted to fight back. My ankle throbbed, my wrists burned from the ropes, and every part of me ached from the blows I had taken. I tried to pull away, but it was useless. His grip only tightened."Please, Armando, let me go! You're hurting me!" I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.But my words seemed to fuel his anger. He yanked me harder, dragging me across the gravelled floor like I was nothing but dead weight. I stumbled behind him, trying to keep up, but every step felt like a thousand needles stabbing into my ankle. I cried out in pain, but he didn't even glance back. He didn't care. He kicked the door open and flung me inside like I weighed nothing, sending me crashing to the floor. The pain that shot through my body was unbearable, and I curled up, clutching my ankle, my wrists, everything that hurt.I couldn't stop crying. It wa
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ELEANORI scrubbed the last dish, letting the warm water run over my hands until my fingers felt numb. The rhythmic clinking of plates against the sink was the only sound in the kitchen, but my thoughts were far from calm. Armando’s words from earlier echoed in my mind, and then there was Don Salvatore. His threats, my sister’s pale face in that photo—it all coiled around my chest like a vice.I kept scrubbing—pretending the kitchen was my sanctuary—and for a moment it almost worked, but then the door creaked. My body stiffened.I turned slowly—the soapy plate still in my hands—and my eyes fell on the profile of Armando leaned against the doorframe, watching me. His eyes were calm, but there was an edge to his gaze—the kind that always seemed to confuse me.“You’ve been hiding yourself away a lot lately,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I don’t remember giving you permission to turn into a ghost. Not in my house.”I placed the plate on the drying rack, wiping my hands on a towel
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ELEANORThe sunlight peeked through the gap in my curtains and landed directly on my face, pulling me out of sleep. I groaned softly, turning my head to the side, but it was no use. Once the light hit my eyes, there was no going back. I blinked a few times—trying to adjust—and then stared at the ceiling for a moment before dragging myself out of the duvet.As I sat up, I glanced around my room and the mess stared back at me like a taunt. Clothes were scattered on the chair, books—which i usually read as a means of escape—were piled on the nightstand, and a few empty water bottles were sitting on the dresser.It wasn’t that I didn’t care about my space, but ever since I moved into Armando’s mansion, my days had been swallowed by cleaning everything else. His room, his library, the home office, the dining room—anywhere Armando might show up had to be spotless. My room always came last. And every time I planned to clean it, something would come up—some new task Armando would throw my wa
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Chapter 76ELEANORArmando's voice came low and sharp from behind me, brushing against my ear."Do you have any idea what you're asking for, Eleanor?" His words were slow and deliberate—each syllable wrapped in a teasing chill. "You know what you're about to get yourself into?"I opened my mouth, but my throat felt dry.I barely managed to whisper, "Maybe. I'm not sure." My voice shook, and I gasped softly when I felt his breath against the side of my neck, warm and unsettling.His hand moved then, his left still firm on my waist while his right slid lower, tracing circles just below my hips. My skin burned under his touch, every nerve alive and screaming. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing so lightly against my neck that it felt like they weren't even there.He chuckled softly, the sound low and dark, sending shivers down my spine."Maybe?" he repeated, his tone mocking but somehow laced with something that made me feel small and exposed. His hand on my waist then tightened sligh
