A maid’s daughter secretly reached a lonely billionaire’s son using a forgotten language—unaware her kindness had already caught the attention of the one man who could change both their lives forever

mask. In his right hand, he held a silencer-equipped pistol, aimed directly at Lucy’s chest. Behind him, standing in the shadowed staircase with a look of cold, unmistakable satisfaction, was Victoria Vance.

“You should have stayed in the kitchen, little girl,” Victoria said softly, her voice laced with false sympathy. “You saw the code. And now, you’re continue reading …