Ella and the billionaire playboy

rtled awake by a loud knoc

he beds must be tidied up! Mrs. Wilson's voice resound

of dealing with this." Her tired body felt heavy as she got out of bed. The solitary letter from her birth mother was safe

, and ham. The aroma caused Ella's stomach to growl, but she ignored

brushed against his shoulder. Ella flinched, expecting a bl

a smirk. "Father's in a bad mood today. You wouldn't want to set him off,

to the kitchen sink, scrubbing dishes with a fierce determinatio

last night," Mrs. Wilson whispered. "It's s

ying building on the outskirts of town, had been abandoned for years. It

ality. She bit her lip, tasting blood. "Lost in your though

ectations bearing down on her. That night, she watched the distant light

ger for a break in the garden. She scrubbed floors and washed dishes

ea while her children ate breakfast. "Mark,

boy mumbled through

want it done before

son eyed her sharply. "Don't just stand there daydr

o ward off the morning chill. She worked in the garden, loosening s

at it, seeing the message from yesterday:

"Yes, but how? Who ar

eply came: "All will be

ind out. That night, after the Wilsons were asleep, sh

d Matthews place. The windows were dark, but she could fe

decay. Her footsteps echoed in the empty ha

you'v

gure stepped out of the shadows. It was a

lla demanded, he

a kind face. "I'm someone who cares

with

place in the world. With

"Why now? Why aft

"Because now you're ready

lled with tear

, worn envelope. "Read this.

t the woman was gone. Alone in the dark mansion, she opened

was undoubtedly that of her mother, the same elegant script as on the letter

the courage to seek the truth. There are many things you do not kno

tect you from forces you were too young to understand. our family linage holds many secrets, some of whic

ct is sought by many, and it was not safe for you to be near it as a child. Now that you are older, you m

about our family and your linage. Be brave, my sweet Ella. Know that I have a

rybook, yet the letter was real, and it was in her hands. She had so many questions, but there