Chapter 6 - Elena Struggles Through Her Shift With Growing Dread
Back inside the Reyes estate, Elena Cruz scrubbed the marble kitchen counters with a frantic, desperate energy.
Her wrists throbbed beneath her long sleeves, a painful reminder of the violent warning Marcus had given her at dawn.
“If you tell anyone at that mansion about us, you’ll regret it,” his raspy voice echoed endlessly inside her mind.
Rosalind walked into the kitchen, watching the young woman with a gaze filled with deep sympathy and unspoken worry.
“Are you feeling alright this morning, Elena? You look a bit pale while working,” Rosalind asked gently, handing her a towel.
“I’m fine, Mrs. Marsh. Just a little tired from sleeping poorly last night,” Elena lied, forcing a tight, unconvincing smile.
“Mr. Reyes knows,” Rosalind whispered softly, leaning in close so the other kitchen staff wouldn’t overhear their conversation.
Elena dropped the cleaning sponge into the bucket, the color draining entirely from her face as panic gripped her heart.
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“He… he knows? What did you tell him?” Elena gasped, her breath catching in her throat like sharp glass.
“The truth, child. And in this house, that means safety,” Rosalind replied, patting Elena’s trembling hand reassuringly.
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