Esther_Aziz

Driven by desperation to save her ailing father, who requires expensive surgery he cannot afford, a young woman accepts a position as a live-in caretaker at a lavish mansion. Initially focused solely on her father's well-being, she finds herself drawn into an unexpected and forbidden romance with the enigmatic and wealthy owner of the mansion. As their relationship deepens, she grapples with guilt, societal pressures, and the fear of losing everything, including her moral compass, in her pursuit of her father's health.

The fate between us

The car come to a halt before the imposing gates, its tires crunching on the gravel drive.

A chauffeur in livery sprang to open the door, revealing Mr. stern. His face, etched with the lines of command and a hint of weariness, betrayed nothing of the long journey. "Inform the staff," he said, his voice a low rumble, "I shall dine in one hour."

Inside the manor, a flurry of controlled chaos erupted. Mr. Brown, the butler, surveyed the kitchen with a hawk-like gaze.

"Everything must be perfect," he hissed, his voice cutting through the air. "Mr. Stern tolerates no less."

Three of the maids, scurried about like nervous mice. Lucy, small and timid, polished silverware until it gleamed. Mira, more composed, arranged the place settings with meticulous precision. And then there was Hazel.

Hazel, unlike the others, wasn't just nervous; she was trembling. Not from the chill of the grand, drafty kitchen, though it was certainly cold, but from a deeper, more personal fear.

Mr. Stern's return meant more than just serving dinner. It meant facing the man who, makes her confused and frightened,

Mr. Brown's sharp eyes landed on Hazel. "you,Young lady! The soup tureen. And for heaven's sake, stop shaking. You'll spill it all over the table!"

Hazel tried to steady her hands, but the image of Mr. stern's cold and disgusted face kept flashing in her mind.

But She knew she had to pull herself together.

Meanwhile, the other maids worked with practiced efficiency. Lara carried trays laden with appetizers, her steps light and graceful.

rose oversaw the serving of the main course, ensuring that each dish was presented flawlessly.

As the clock ticked closer to the appointed hour, the tension in the kitchen reached a fever pitch. Every detail was scrutinized, every dish inspected. Mr. Brown paced like a caged tiger, his eyes darting from one maid to another.

Finally, the call came. "Mr. stern is ready."

The maids, their faces pale and their hands trembling, lined up outside the dining room, each carrying a dish.

Hazel, her heart pounding in her chest, brought up the rear with the soup tureen.

As she entered the dining room, she saw him.

Mr. Stern sat at the head of the long, mahogany table, his gaze sweeping over the room with an air of quiet authority. His eyes landed on Hazel for a fleeting moment, and Hazel felt a jolt of fear so intense it almost made her drop the tureen. He stared at her, his eyes boring into hers, in a way that made her skin crawl.

There was something unsettling about the way he looked at her, a silent intensity that made her uneasy. He adverted his gaze and picked a napkin.

The dinner service began. Each course was presented and removed with silent precision.

Hazel, despite her inner turmoil, managed to perform her duties, though her hands never stopped trembling. She knew that one wrong move, one single mistake, could bring Mr. Stern's displeasure crashing down upon her. And that, she knew, would be more than she could bear.