Mag-log inI was hired to care for a sick child. I never saw his face. Never heard his voice. Until I stepped into the house of nightmares. Ezra Kade thought the job was simple, to take care of a bedridden heir hidden away in a mansion dripping with wealth and secrets. But the moment he crosses the threshold, he realizes he’s been fed a lie. The child isn’t a child. He’s a man. A man who watches him from the shadows. A man with a past written in blood. Kieran Valen survived the unthinkable—an accident meant to erase him from existence. For two years, he’s played the part of the broken, helpless heir, a puppet in his siblings’ twisted game. But Kieran isn’t weak. He isn’t helpless. And Ezra? Ezra just walked straight into the web, into his hands. In a house ruled by deception, where the walls whisper secrets and the floors are stained with the past, Ezra must decide… run, or let himself be caught. Because Kieran doesn’t just want a caretaker. He wants devotion. Obedience. Worship. And he’ll break Ezra apart to get it.
view moreKIERANThe pills always left a film on my tongue.Bitter, chalky and clinging. I could still taste it when I ran my teeth over the back of my mouth. I remembered the doctors saying something about how the bitterness meant they were working, but I knew better, it meant they were still in me. Still eating at the edges of what was left of my thoughts.I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to my face. The room smelled like sugar and plastic—blocks, stuffed animals, and those stupid colors that screamed for attention in the dark. Toys everywhere like a fucking child’s room. They thought it helped me. Grounding, Lilian called it. But it wasn’t grounding. It was drowning.I swung my legs off the bed, the marble floor cold under my feet. For a second, the world tilted sideways and nausea hit hard. I should’ve spat the pill out earlier. Should’ve shoved it under my tongue until I could hide it. But I’d been tired. Tired and slow and didn’t even know why I would want to do that.That’s how they want
EZRAMorning came too fast.I’d barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I swore I could hear something moving outside my door—soft steps, a floorboard creaking, a faint hum that could’ve been the wind but didn’t feel like the wind. When the sun finally bled through the curtains, I sat up on the bed with a groan, my bones already heavy.“Day two,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “Congratulations, Ezra. You’re still alive.”I wanted to laugh at myself, but all I could do was yawn and force myself upright. The contract still burned in my mind, thirty days on that damn electronic lock. Thirty days of babysitting a man who wasn’t really a man but wasn’t a child either. Thirty days for ten thousand dollars.I shuffled to the kitchen, started breakfast like Lilian’s neat little notes told me to. Eggs, toast, fruit. Something simple. My stomach twisted just smelling it, because I knew who I had to take it to.Kieran.When I carried the tray toward his room, I hesitated outside th
EZRAThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence but it wasn’t the good kind, or the peaceful, birds-chirping, Sunday morning kind. This was filed with silence, like someone had pressed their hand over the whole house and told it not to breathe.“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My mouth tasted like metal, my back hurt from sleeping wrong, and my stomach was a pit of nerves. For a second I thought about just packing up and leaving—money or not, this wasn’t worth my sanity. But then I remembered Lilian’s face, her voice reminding me about the contract. I’d signed my life away for a paycheck.Dragging myself to the door, I froze.Something was sitting right outside.A tray.Porcelain plate, silver dome, glass of orange juice sweating against a napkin.I groaned under my breath and pushed my hair back. “Okay, creepy hotel service, great.”I picked it up and carried it inside, the metal dome clinking as I lifted it. Eggs. Toast. Sausage. It looked normal… too damn
EZRAI… I didn’t know what to think. Hell, I wasn’t even sure how to feel that the kid I was supposed to take care of was… a grown-ass man.“Do you have any questions, Ezra?” Lilian—that was her name—said, and I jerked, my whole body unable to catch up to reality quick enough.“I…” I trailed off. Was I supposed to ask questions? They would have put it in the ad if they wanted people to know.“Did he scare you?” she asked, her bright eyes, too much like his, stared into me like she was peeling off my layers and staring right into my soul.I laughed, a forced one and gripped the cup of tea she had placed in front of me until my fingers hurt. “No,” I smiled, and lied. Not when I needed this job. “It was just unexpected.”She clapped her hands, the sound sharp and echoing through the massive house.“Good,” she said, nothing more. No explanation for why he acted that way, no reason why I was supposed to care for a man who was no doubt older than me.Then she opened her bag and brought out
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