His Mansion, Her Heart: A Housemaid's Tale
as I was walking down the grand hallway of the mansion, carrying a tray of refreshments for the guests attending a la
er me. His intense blue eyes bore into mine, and for a moment, I felt like I was drowning in their depths
r," I stammered,
him that made me wonder what he was hiding behind that façade. "No nee
cently as a housemaid," I repli
till fixed on me. "Em
ew my name, I could
is smile widening slightly, though the e
d, feeling a mix of ner
ting impression on me. There was something about Alexander Reed that drew me in, yet also kept me at arm's length. It was as if
an air of mystery, as if he held a thousand secrets behind his icy exterior. It seemed that the walls h
could have sworn I caught a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. But as quickly a
constant presence, and I couldn't help but feel like an invisible spectator in this world of luxury and pri
bers, particularly Amelia Jenkins, made it clear that I didn't belong. They treated me with a mixtu
is wing since the first day and continued to offer unwavering support. He encouraged me to explore my passion for ar
ait of a woman with flowing hair and captivating eyes. The strokes were bold and full of emotion, and I coul
he room until he cleared his throat, startling me. I quickly turn
n to intrude," I said, my hea
ack at me. "It's fine. I don't mind if you
uldn't help but ask, unab
ility creeping into his voice. "It's
d sincerely, amazed by
t, as if lost in some far-off memory. It was a rare glimpse into th
by his wealth and power, but by the layers of mystery that surrounded him. He was like a puzzl
r the fragile bond that had started to form. Charles Evans, the charming young man who had set his sights
as lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Nicholas Hamilton, Alexander's ruthless business
man who had captured it and the dangerous world I had unwittingly stumbled into. The choic
tions and intrigue. Little did I know that my journey as a housemaid in Alexander Reed's mansion had just begun,