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Chapter 20: The Governess Game

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The iron gate creaked as Lillian stepped into the secluded estate, tucked behind rows of manicured hedges and dripping vines. It was a modern mansion, yes, but built in the image of something older gothic arches, heavy chandeliers, and a scent of old wood and secrecy.

She clutched her satchel tighter. The contract she signed ran through her mind again: You will assume the role of a governess. You will remain in character at all times. You will correct the heir’s behavior per house rules. And you will obey the Master of the house.

It was only supposed to be a game. A high-paying fantasy gig for rich eccentrics who wanted to play at being misbehaved schoolboys and strict tutors.

But Lillian had not expected him.

Nathaniel Carroway.

Tall, devastatingly composed, and far too intense for someone who wanted to roleplay as a petulant ‘heir.’ He had the air of a man who liked his power twisted and layered more than a client. More like a Master in waiting.

He greeted her not with a handshake,
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