Semua Bab The billionaire brother's lost heiress : Bab 11 - Bab 20

CH 12 POV: Elena The New Maid The Hartwell estate did not welcome servants through the front gates. Elena learned that the moment the taxi stopped at the side entrance. Tall iron gates opened silently after security confirmed her name. The driveway curved away from the grand marble front steps and toward a separate wing of the mansion — the staff quarters. Separate. Hidden. Purposeful. She stepped out with a small suitcase and a quiet heart. This wasn’t where she imagined life would take her. But she had never been someone who argued with circumstance. A middle-aged house supervisor approached with a clipboard tucked firmly against her chest. “Elena Morris?” “Yes, ma’am.” “You’ll be assigned to the main residence. Personal service rotation.” Elena blinked. “Main residence?” “That means you’ll assist directly under Miss Hartwell’s wing.” Miss Hartwell. Sophia. The girl she had grown up beside. The girl who now lived here as royalty. Elena swallowed the discomfort

CH 14 POV: Alexander Hartwell The Suspicion Alexander Hartwell did not believe in instincts without evidence. But he also did not ignore them. From his office window earlier that afternoon, he had seen Julian in the east garden. He had seen the maid. He had seen the way Julian looked at her. Not casually. Not politely. Intensely. Now, in the private lounge adjoining his study, Julian sat unusually quiet, a glass of untouched whiskey resting near his hand. “You’re distracted,” Alexander said calmly, closing the financial report in front of him. Julian blinked, as if pulled back from somewhere far away. “I’m fine.” Alexander’s gaze remained steady. “You’ve said that three times in the last hour.” Silence settled between them. The fireplace crackled softly. Then Julian exhaled. “It’s the new maid,” he said finally. Alexander’s eyes sharpened almost imperceptibly. “What about her?” Julian hesitated, as if debating whether speaking would make it real. “She has… some

CH 16 POV: Victoria The Plan Victoria never panicked. Panic was for amateurs. She sat in her private lounge, legs crossed elegantly, a glass of untouched wine resting on the marble table beside her. The city lights beyond her window glittered like obedient stars. Hair clip discovered. Julian unsettled. Alexander suspicious. And now— A billion-dollar necklace. She smiled slowly. Opportunity rarely knocked twice. “Sophia,” she said calmly into the phone, “listen carefully.” “I’m listening,” Sophia replied, though her voice carried tension. “You will not touch that vault.” Sophia exhaled in visible relief. “Good.” “You will make someone else do it.” Silence. “Elena?” Sophia whispered. Victoria’s smile deepened. “The perfect scapegoat. New maid. Adopted. No verified background. Lives near the east wing.” “But she doesn’t even know about the necklace.” “She doesn’t need to.” Victoria rose gracefully and walked toward her mirror, studying her reflection as if evaluat

CH 18 POV: Multiple The Accusation The estate went into lockdown at exactly 7:18 a.m. Doors sealed automatically. Electronic gates disabled external access. Staff were assembled in designated zones. Phones collected. Whispers spread faster than facts. Something was wrong. Very wrong. East Wing – Main Hall Alexander Hartwell stood at the center of the marble floor, posture straight, expression carved from stone. “The anniversary necklace is missing.” Gasps rippled through the assembled staff. Even seasoned employees looked shaken. A billion-dollar heirloom did not simply disappear. Julian stood to Alexander’s right, jaw tight. “No one leaves this estate until it is found,” Alexander continued evenly. “Search every room.” His pause was deliberate. “Every room.” Including the family wing. Including guest suites. Including staff quarters. No exceptions. Security teams dispersed immediately. The hunt began. Staff Quarters Elena felt the tension before she unders

CH 20 POV: Elena Thrown Out They didn’t bring her back to the security room. They didn’t question her again. They didn’t give her another chance to explain. They brought her to the main entrance. Her suitcase was already waiting beside the grand staircase. That told her everything. The decision had been made. The marble floors gleamed beneath the chandelier light. The towering double doors stood closed, heavy and imposing. Alexander Hartwell stood near them. Julian beside him. Sophia a few steps back. No crowd. No staff audience. No humiliation. This would be quiet. Controlled. Precise. Alexander looked at her directly. “You are dismissed from this household, effective immediately.” The words were steady. Official. Final. They did not tremble. They did not accuse. They simply concluded. Elena lowered her gaze. “Yes, sir.” No defense. No argument. Not because she agreed— But because she understood. Nothing she said would change it. Evidence had alread