Chapter 1 - The Fallen Envelope
The silence in the ballroom was heavier than the crystal chandeliers hanging above us.
Daniel stared at the photograph in his hand with a look of pure confusion and growing dread.
His jaw was clenched so tightly that I genuinely thought his teeth might shatter.
Vanessa was trembling violently as she looked at the black envelope on the floor.
She clearly recognized the man in the picture, and the blood drained completely from her flawless face.
I stepped closer to Daniel, smoothly positioning my body between him and the crowd.
My maid uniform suddenly felt like tactical armor as my old instincts took complete control.
For eight years, I had believed Victor Hale was buried in an unmarked grave.
I had watched his car explode in a foreign city, taking the life of my best friend along with his.
Now, he was somehow alive, and he was hunting the exact family I was hired to protect.
"Who is this man, Vanessa?" Daniel asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Vanessa backed away from him, shaking her head as tears ruined her expensive makeup.
"I swear I do not know him, Daniel," she lied, her voice cracking under the pressure.
I knew she was lying because her eyes kept darting toward the west service hallway.
"We need to lock down this house right now," I told Daniel, dropping the polite servant act entirely.
Daniel looked at me, realizing the quiet maid he hired was finally showing her true colors.
He gave a sharp nod to his head of security, a towering man named Marcus.
"Seal the perimeter and get the guests into the central dining hall," Marcus barked into his radio.
I ignored the frantic whispers of the wealthy guests as I moved rapidly toward the west wing.
The security team had reported an unauthorized opening of the service entrance just minutes ago.
Victor Hale never made empty threats, and he never left a door open by accident.
I pushed through the heavy wooden doors of the kitchen, drawing a concealed ceramic knife from my apron.
The kitchen staff had already evacuated, leaving pots boiling over on the massive industrial stoves.
The hallway leading to the west entrance was completely dark.
Someone had deliberately cut the power to this specific sector of the mansion.
I pressed my back against the cold wall, controlling my breathing as I moved toward the exit.
The heavy steel door of the service entrance was swaying slightly in the night breeze.
I dropped to a crouch and peeked around the corner.
My heart stopped when I saw Marcus’s second-in-command lying motionless on the marble floor.
I rushed to his side, but I was already too late.
A small silver coin was resting gently on his closed eyelids.
It was Victor’s signature calling card, a sick joke he played whenever he took a life.
But it was the message written in fresh blood on the wall that truly terrified me.
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It read, "I missed you, Maya."
Before I could even process the warning, the heavy steel door slammed shut, and the deadbolt locked from the outside.
