The days that followed turned the mansion into a quiet battlefield — not of words or fists, but of hearts and glances that spoke louder than confessions.
Lydia had changed — completely.
Her clothes now glowed with elegance, her walk carried confidence, and her voice, once soft and fearful, now had calm assurance. Every corner she entered seemed to brighten, every gaze drawn to her like moths to a flame.
She wasn’t just the maid anymore. She was the woman every eye in that mansion noticed.
One early morning, the sunlight poured into the vast dining hall, casting golden beams across the marble floor. Lydia entered, wearing a fitted wine-colored gown Jacob had chosen for her last week. It clung perfectly to her shape, elegant yet modest — but to any observer, she looked stunning beyond wo
