A billionaire thought he ruled a perfect household—until one afternoon, he walked into his garden and saw his maid on her knees, eating grass with tears streaming down her face. At first, he thought she’d lost her mind. But the truth was far worse: a cruel rule enforced under his own roof, and a sacrifice so heartbreaking it brought him to his knees.
The Whitmore mansion looked perfect from the outside. White walls, arched windows, and a lawn trimmed so precisely it almost felt fake. But inside, perfection came at a cost—one carried silently on the backs of the people who served there.
Amara, the maid, adjusted her black-and-white uniform in the hallway mirror before heading toward the kitchen. Her hands shook, not from fatigue alone, but from the gnawing emptiness inside her stomach. She hadn’t eaten properly in two days. Where do you think you’re going?” The sharp voice of Mrs. Whitmore cut through the…..Read Full Story Here.……………………
