LOGINOfelia’s POVThe sound came again.Low.Deep.It rolled through the forest like something alive, something too large and too powerful to belong to any animal I had ever heard before.I sat upright in bed, the old novel sliding from my lap onto the blanket. For several seconds, I did not move. My heart pounded so hard that I could hear it above the wind pushing against the balcony doors.The room suddenly felt too small.Too dark.I reached for the lamp and switched it on, flooding the space with warm light. Nothing changed. The curtains still moved gently beside the window. The trees outside still scraped against one another. Somewhere in the distance, the river continued flowing.Then the strange sound stopped.Silence returned so quickly that I began questioning whether I had really heard it.Perhaps Damien had been right.Maybe there were wild animals in the forest.A large dog.A wounded deer.Anything ordinary.I pushed the blanket aside and climbed out of bed. The wooden floor f
Ofelia’s POV By Friday evening, I had run out of excuses. I tried work first. I reminded my mother that the Hong Kong investors were still waiting for revised documents and that my new responsibilities at Blackwood Enterprises required more attention than before. Victoria waved the concern away and announced that Damien had already approved my absence. Then I tried my freelance job. She told me the countryside estate had excellent internet. Finally, I suggested that Damien might prefer to spend the weekend alone with his wife. My mother had stared at me as though I had said something completely ridiculous. “You live with us,” she said. “You are part of the family.” That ended the discussion. Now I sat in the back of Damien’s black car with a small suitcase beside me, watching the city disappear behind us. Victoria sat between Damien and me, happily describing everything she wanted us to do during the weekend. Her plans included long walks, outdoor meals, swimming if
Victoria’s POVI had been watching Ofelia closely for the past few weeks, though I tried not to make it obvious.She looked stronger than when she first arrived at the mansion with two worn suitcases and sadness she thought she had hidden well. Her shoulders no longer curved inward as though she expected the world to strike again. She dressed with more confidence, spoke about work with growing pride, and sometimes laughed in a way that reminded me of the little girl she used to be before life became complicated.I loved seeing the change.At the same time, I worried that she was working too hard.Between her position at Blackwood Enterprises and whatever she did on her laptop late at night, she rarely seemed to rest. She left early with Damien, returned tired, ate dinner, and disappeared into her room to work again. I had tried asking whether she needed anything, but Ofelia always gave me the same answer.“I’m fine, Mom.”She had learned that from me.We both used the word fine whenev
Damien’s POVMy hand remained over Ofelia’s on the conference table for several seconds longer than necessary.The forgotten document lay beneath our fingers, but neither of us reached for it. Her skin was warm against mine, and the slight catch in her breathing told me she felt the same tension tightening the space between us. I could have moved first. I should have moved first. Instead, my thumb shifted lightly across the back of her hand, almost without permission from my own mind.Ofelia’s eyes lifted to mine.The expression in them was not fear or anger. It was something softer, something curious and uncertain that pulled me closer even while every sensible part of me warned me to step away.A phone rang somewhere outside the conference room.The sound broke the moment.Ofelia quickly pulled her hand back and gathered the document against her chest. A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she avoided my gaze.“I should send the final figures to the board,” she said.“Yes.”My v
Ofelia’s POVThe email from Human Resources arrived before I had fully recovered from the shock of my new responsibilities.My temporary position had been upgraded. My salary had increased. My duties now included assisting with executive projects, preparing investor presentations, and reviewing expansion reports before they reached Damien’s desk.At first, I assumed there had been a mistake.I had only worked at Blackwood Enterprises for a short time. I was still learning the names of department heads and trying to understand why executives required three different meetings to make one simple decision. Employees with far more experience than me had probably waited years for this kind of opportunity.Yet the paperwork carried Damien’s approval.When I looked through the glass wall toward his office, he was pretending to read a document. I knew he was aware of my stare because his shoulders had stiffened slightly, but he refused to look up.I considered going inside and demanding an exp
Damien’s POV“Once I save enough, I’m leaving.”The words stayed with me long after Ofelia ended the call.She had gone silent the moment she noticed me standing near the entrance to my office, her phone still pressed against her ear and guilt flashing across her face as though I had caught her doing something wrong. She had quickly told Adrian she would call him later, then returned her attention to her computer without explaining herself.I hadn’t asked for an explanation.I should have.Instead, I walked into my office, closed the door, and spent the next several minutes staring at a document without reading a single word.Leaving.Of course she was leaving.She had never intended to remain at the mansion forever. She had moved in because she had nowhere else to go after losing her apartment. The arrangement was temporary. Everyone understood that.So why did hearing her say it make something unpleasant twist inside my chest?I placed the document down and looked through the glass
Ofelia’s POV It’s just a coincidence, I told myself as I followed Mom up the wide marble steps. Thousands of rich men own black luxury cars. They all look the same. Sleek, expensive, probably made in the same factory. My brain kept repeating it like a prayer. The car outside didn’t mean anything.
Ofelia’s POVThe plane ride felt endless. I stared out the window at the clouds below, my two suitcases stuffed in the overhead bin and my heart heavy in my chest. Mom had booked the ticket and even paid for a car to pick me up from the airport. Part of me was grateful. The other part wouldn’t stop
Ofelia’s POV Just like cinderella, I went back reality. I was standing in the center of my apartment thinking about my life when there was a knock on the door. I already knew who it was before I opened it. Mr. Ramirez, the landlord, stood there with his arms crossed, looking tired but firm. “Mis
Ofelia’s POV “What do you mean there is no money?” I asked, my voice shaking as I stared at the banker across the desk. My hands gripped the edge of the counter so tight my knuckles turned white. The man in the crisp suit didn’t even blink. He just slid a paper toward me. “I’m sorry, Miss Bennet







