They Called Me His Maid—But When the Mafia Boss Ran Into the ICU, He Learned I Had Been Protecting Him From His Own Men

said quietly. I wanted to snap back at him. I wanted to say he should’ve noticed sooner. But my throat hurt too much, so I just looked at him until he understood what I couldn’t say out loud: I was never furniture. I was never air.

The trap closed at dawn. Victor held a private meeting in the hospital conference room and let Marcus believe I’d died continue reading …