Chapter 1
Elena’s Pov
“Oh s**t, this place is bigger than I thought,” I muttered under my breath as I dragged the heavy feather duster across another marble side table in the east wing.
My arms already ached from the nonstop cleaning, but the pay was insane for a live-in gig, so I kept pushing.
Marcus Black’s mansion felt like a damn museum.
Every room screamed money. Tall ceilings, dark wood panels, and windows that looked out over manicured lawns I’d never afford in my life.
I checked my phone. Four thirty.
Plenty of time before he got back from whatever rich CEO stuff he did all day.
The agency lady had drilled the rules into my head twice.
Keep every surface spotless, the laundry should be done by noon. And never, ever step foot in the private wing on the second floor.
