LOGINLeonardo's pov
I left the dining room with the taste of her still lingering in the air between us. The way her lips had moved when she spoke. The soft, almost embarrassed curve of them when she smiled at something I’d said. The quiet honesty in her voice when she told me about the scars. Every detail clung to me like smoke that refused to clear. I couldn&rsq
Leonardo’s POV“Speak,” I said.“Sir, I was running my usual review of the east corridor this afternoon.” He cleared his throat. “I almost skipped it. At 2:53, someone enters Miss Amelia’s room. The door was open. She had just stepped out with her friend. The person stays inside for about three minutes, then leaves. Quickly. Looking at the floor.”Three minutes. Long enough to cross a room, put down a piece of paper, and walk out again.“Who?”“One of the household staff, sir.” A hesitation. “I didn’t want to name her over the phone.”“Name her.”“Helena. From housekeeping. She joined the team last spring.”I s
Leonardo’s POVShe stepped inside, and I closed the door behind her.The click sounded louder than it should have. I stayed where I was, one hand still on the handle, and made myself look at her properly. She wasn’t flushed the way she’d been in the painting room. She was pale. Her fingers were curled around a small square of paper, and the knuckles had gone white.That was not the face of a girl who had come to tell me something sweet.I nodded once, slowly, the way I do when I’m reading a room. I opened my mouth to ask her to sit.“Someone left this in my room.”She said it before I could speak. She held the paper out to me with a hand that would not stay still, and I took it.It had been folded and unfolded so many times that the creases had gone soft. I carried it to the lamp. The handwriting was small and slanted and careful. Whoever wrote it had taken their time.I know where you slept last night. I
Leonardo’s POVI looked at her.I’ll tell you in your room.She had leaned toward me when she said it, her voice so low I almost had to read it from her lips. It was something she did not want to say here.“I hope there’s no issue,” I said, keeping my voice level.She didn’t answer right away. She bent a little closer over the table, as if the walls themselves might lean in to listen.“I’ll tell you everything,” she said softly. “In your room. After dinner.”Everything.The word settled in my chest and refused to move.I had a hundred questions, and every one of them was on my tongue. What was it? Why not here? Why not now? I swallowed all of them. Not with the staff standing
Amelia’s POVA horn blared somewhere outside.My eyes snapped open. For a second I didn’t know where I was. The room was dim, the lamp was low, and my neck ached from the way I’d slumped against the headboard. Something crinkled in my hand.The note.It was still there, folded and creased, my fingers wrapped around it so tightly it had gone soft at the edges. I had fallen asleep holding it. I had fallen asleep waiting for Leonardo.The horn sounded again, and I was off the bed before I could think. I ran to the window and pulled the curtain aside. Headlights swept across the compound, and the black car rolled through the gate, slow and steady.He was back.My heart did something stupid. It jumped, then stumbled, then started racing for no reason I could name.Calm down. Calm down, Amelia.I rushed to the mirror. My hair was flattened on one side. I smoothed it down and tugged at my top. I turned left, then right, then
Amelia’s POVI couldn’t stay still.I paced from the window to the bed, from the bed to the door, then back to the window. My bare feet slapped softly against the floor, the only sound in the room besides my own breathing. It was too loud. Everything felt too loud.Who could have put that note on my bed?My eyes kept drifting to it, that small folded piece of paper, innocent-looking, like it hadn’t just tilted my whole world. I turned away. Looked back. Turned away again.Should I call Maya? Tell her everything?No. She just left. She was sitting right here, on this very bed, laughing about something silly, not even an hour ago. Could she have…No.Maya would never do that to me. Never.I pressed my palm to my forehead and shut my eyes. The thought wouldn’t leave, though. It crawled back in, quiet and cold.Someone in the house.It had to be. Nobody else could have walked into my room without being stopped. No
Amelia’s POV“Something like what?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter, the warmth from a moment ago giving way to something more cautious.“Since you have come this far with him within a few days of Victoria’s absence, you need to be careful when she is around.” She said it slowly, deliberately, like she was choosing her words with more care than usual.“I know, but then Leonardo will not allow her to hurt me.” I said, though even as the words left my mouth I could hear how much I wanted them to be true more than I actually believed them.“Still, be extra careful. Play your game very well.” She said, holding my gaze for a second longer than necessary before leaning back, her tone shifting lighter again, the way it alway&z







