The mansion was so quiet you could hear the curtains shift in the breeze from the air vents. A 14-bedroom estate, three floors high, wrapped in golden light and silence. It stood like a palace—spotless, perfect, untouchable. But somewhere on the second floor, beyond the velvet walls and crystal sconces, a little girl was screaming.
And no one came.
Not the chef. Not the groundskeeper. Not even the private tutor or the assistant who usually walked around with a tablet in hand. Because on that particular day, they were all offsite sent away by Clara, the housekeeper in charge of the day’s schedule. She claimed the family wanted the house cleared for maintenance and deep cleaning. Everyone complied. She was, after all, the longest-serving employee in the house. She had the master keys, the routines, the authority. No one questioned her.
But she didn’t want silence for cleaning. She wanted control. Upstairs in the princess-style bedroom, six-year-old Zuri sat on the…..Read Full Story Here…………………..
