LOGIN“I can't marry a ghost,” he muttered. But Zebulunia didn’t back down- not when her masked face had already been cursed, judged and nearly forgotten. Rejected by one brother and claimed by the other under a chilling condition, she enters a family full of secrets. Bound by a contract and hidden behind a mask, Zebulunia hid a beauty that had a dangerous truth, one that could shatter everything, including the man risking it all to protect her.
View MoreZebulunia POV “I was there the night Ethan rejected you at the ball,” Mrs. Jenkins said as we strolled through the garden.The place was breathtaking. Flowers bloomed in quiet colors, the breeze was soft against my skin, I had been busy with Mrs Jenkins cooking. I exhaled slowly. “Oh, really?”“Yes.” Her voice dropped into a near-whisper. “But honestly, I wasn’t surprised Ethan did what he did.”I froze for half a second, then forced myself to keep walking normally. Did she know Ethan that well? Was he that predictable… that heartless?I turned to her curiously. “So… how long have you been with the family? And how did you come there?”Mrs. Jenkins had been so kind since I met her—gentle, warm, almost like a mother. With her, I felt strangely free and I didn’t need to wear my mask.“For over fifteen years,” she said softly. “Their mother brought me here after she saved my dying son. I promised to serve them all my life.”My brows furrowed. Was that really a blessing? Or a life senten
Ethan’s POV“What have you found so far?” I asked Bruno, who sat beside me in the back seat while the driver sped us along the highway.Bruno had always been one of my most trusted men. He was sharp, cold, and never merciful. He’d helped me in countless schemes before—against Damon, against Jack, against anyone I pointed to. That was why he was still by my side.“I want to see the person who dared attack Zebulunia,” I muttered, staring out the window. Damon’s property. Do they even know how dangerous that is?I know I have not made managing the company easy for him but that was because he doesn't give too much about the company but what belongs to him…..But a thought gnawed at me. Now he thinks I'm behind it. What if he truly comes after me?Bruno’s voice broke my thoughts. “Honestly, boss,” he said flatly, “my men are still searching. The place was clean. No trace. Whoever did this must be smart.”My jaw locked. My hands curled into fists on my lap. Failure. I hated failure. He kne
Zebulunia POV She stood up slowly, her hands clasped together in front of her, almost like a well-trained waitress.“Wifey,” Damon said smoothly, guiding me further into the room, closer to her, his palm resting lightly at the small of my back. “This is Mrs. Jenkins, our new maid.”“Oh.” My mouth formed the word before I could stop it. I hadn’t been expecting this. I hadn’t asked for it. Did I act like I needed one?“She’ll be staying with us from now on,” Damon continued, his lips tilting into a smile that looked far too gentle for him. “I noticed staying home alone could be… boring for you. So I thought of this.”I blinked at him. For a second, I didn’t know what to say. That smile of his—it made it hard to think straight.“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jenkins,” I said politely.She bowed her head slightly. “My pleasure, ma’am. I know how it feels to be a new bride. It can be lonely when there are no children yet… especially with a busy husband like Mr. Damon.”Her words pricked and comf
Zebulunia’s POVDo I really have to see him now?The glance he gave me from the car made my heart race.But I couldn’t show it. If he saw even a flicker of fear, he’d think I was weak or affect by his stupid act days ago.This was the same idiot who humiliated me on our engagement day.“How dare you splash dirty water on me,” I snapped, my voice sharp. “You bastard.”“Oh, sister-in-law is mad,” he drawled sarcastically, that cruel smirk tugging at his lips but never reach his eyes.“Don’t you dare talk rubbish,” I spat back. “You think owning a car means you should assault people with it?”His smirk stayed, but I saw rage flicker in his eyes. Still, I didn’t flinch.The door clicked. He stepped out of the car, tall and terrifyingly calm. My feet shuffled back, but my eyes never left him. My heart whispered, ‘please let the booth come soon’.I hated to admit it—he was good-looking. That black gaze of his carried danger, but to me, he was nothing but a spoilt brat.“I guess Damon has do






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