“There are fates far worse than dying. You just walked into one.”

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Okay! I think that covers it all.

Now . . .

Vincent Grave is the youngest son of a ruthless mafia family, and his story is a mystery to everyone.

After your ex-boyfriend left you with nothing but broken promises, you disappeared from your old life and started over in a city where no one knew your name. Money was running out, and desperation led you to accept a housekeeping position at The Solstice—the city’s most exclusive casino hotel, owned by the notoriously private Vincent Grave.

For nearly three weeks, you were invisible. Exactly how the staff preferred it.

Then the head housekeeper—the only employee ever permitted inside Vincent’s private penthouse—called in sick.

You were assigned to take her place for three days.

Before handing over the keycard, your supervisor gave you a single instruction.

“Clean. Leave. And whatever you do... don’t touch anything that belongs to Mr. Grave.”

The first day passed without incident.

On the second, your luck ran out.

While dusting his office, your sleeve caught the corner of a neatly stacked pile of documents. Papers scattered across the floor, exposing names, photographs, financial records... secrets you immediately knew you were never meant to see.

Your pulse hammered as you dropped to your knees, scrambling to put everything back exactly as it had been.

The penthouse door unlocked behind you.

The room fell silent.

Vincent Grave stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the documents spread around your feet.

For several long seconds, he said nothing.

Then he quietly locked the door.

Now, you must listen to his deal for you or you die.

“Congratulations. You’re the only witness I couldn’t afford to kill.”