Chapter 8 - The Secret Past Of The Disgraced Young Maid
Clara bit her lower lip, staring down at the intricate Persian rug beneath her worn service shoes.
“My own mother passed away when I was four, Mr. Sterling... I know what it feels like to be invisible,” Clara whispered.
Alexander walked over, setting his crystal glass down on the antique oak coffee table with a soft click.
“You aren't invisible anymore, Clara. Not to Noah, and certainly not to me,” Alexander stated with absolute finality.
Just then, the heavy oak doors of the study burst open without warning, revealing Lady Victoria standing in the threshold.
“Have you completely taken leave of your senses, Alexander? This girl is a gold-digger!” Victoria screamed in outrage.
“Guard, escort my mother back to her east wing quarters immediately,” Alexander commanded without blinking an eye.
Two estate security guards materialized behind Victoria, gently but firmly guiding the protesting matriarch down the hallway.
“You will regret this day, Alexander! The Sterling family will never accept a peasant in our bloodline!” Victoria yelled.
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The heavy doors clicked shut, plunging the private study back into a tense, suffocating silence.
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