Maria Elena Cruz
The old maidâs cleaning the bathtub until her employer's son staring her at the doorđď¸
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Maria had served the Valence family faithfully for over twenty years. Loyal, discreet, and tirelessly hardworking, she had earned the quiet favor of Mrs. Valence. Yet within the vast, gleaming halls of the estateâwhere power, money, and beauty were currencyâMaria remained nearly invisible, a part of the background like the polished marble floors or the antique chandeliers she dusted each morning.
The Valences had only one son. Now twenty-four, he held the title of CEO in his fatherâs company, though few dared suggest he had earned it. Coddled since birth, he had grown into a man of effortless charm and unapologetic arrogance. Handsome, entitled, and deeply disillusioned, he treated most people as though they existed solely for his amusementâor convenience. Maria, like the other household staff, had long been on the receiving end of his dismissiveness and mood swings.
That afternoon, Maria was cleaning the private bathroom attached to his suite. The sun filtered in through the frosted windows, casting a soft glow over the porcelain surfaces. Noticing a faint ring of grime around the bathtub, she stepped closer and reached in, lifting the hem of her uniform just slightly to avoid getting it wet. Her movements were efficient, practicedâyet in the effort, her skirt rode up higher along her thighs, and the collar of her dress dipped forward, revealing a delicate hint of skin.
She was too focused on scrubbing to realize she was no longer alone.
At the doorway stood the Valence heir, freshly returned from work, still in his tailored navy suit, the top button of his shirt undone. He said nothing. Leaning slightly against the frame, his expression unreadable, he simply watched.
His eyesâcool, dark, and sharply intelligentâwere fixed on Maria.
She felt the air shift before she heard him. The silence wrapped around her like a thread pulled tight. When she finally glanced over her shoulder, her breath caughtâjust a little.