Chapter 2 The Billionaire in the Dark

The mansion was too quiet.

Not silent-quiet. The kind of quiet that carried weight, like the walls were holding their breath.

Elena clutched the hem of her new uniform as she followed Mrs. Marlene, the head housekeeper, through a long hallway lined with portraits of stern-looking men who all shared the same icy eyes.

Adrian Harrington's ancestors.

"The east wing is forbidden," Mrs. Marlene repeated for the third time. "No cleaning. No dusting. No opening of doors. No exceptions."

"I understand," Elena whispered.

"Good. Your sleeping quarter is here."

A narrow door creaked open to reveal a tiny room with a single bed, a small dresser, and a window that faced nothing but thick forest. It wasn't much, but Elena smiled gratefully. Anything was better than her mother screaming in pain at night with no money for her medication.

Mrs. Marlene sighed. "Elena... this house is not normal. Just do your job, stay out of trouble, and never-ever-try to interact with Mr. Harrington."

Elena swallowed.

"Is he that bad?"

Mrs. Marlene gave her a look that sent chills down her spine.

"Bad? No.

Worse."

Later that Night

Elena changed into her uniform and tied her hair into a neat bun. Her schedule said she was to clean the ground-floor study.

She tiptoed across the dark corridor, her slippers whispering against the marble. Every shadow felt alive, every corner seemed too silent. She had cleaned rich homes before, but never one that felt... haunted by memories.

As she reached the study, her hand hovered over the doorknob.

Don't interact with Mr. Harrington.

Avoid him at all costs.

He does not like people.

She took a slow breath and pushed the door open.

The Study

The room was massive-high ceilings, tall revolving bookshelves, glass walls overlooking the moonlit forest. The air smelled of cedar and expensive whiskey.

Elena stepped inside cautiously, grabbed her cleaning cloth, and moved toward the desk.

Then she froze.

Someone was already there.

Sitting in the shadows.

Staring at her.

Adrian Harrington

He sat behind the massive desk like he was part of the darkness itself. Only his eyes caught the light-cold, silver, unreadable.

Elena's breath hitched.

She had no idea he was home.

His voice was low, deep, and dangerous.

"How did you get in here?"

Elena's heart hammered. "I-I was assigned to clean the study tonight, sir."

"You didn't knock."

"I'm so sorry-"

"You should be." He stood slowly, and Elena realized how tall he was... how intimidatingly broad his shoulders were. "I don't tolerate noise. I don't tolerate mistakes. And I don't tolerate strangers wandering around my house like they belong."

Her throat tightened.

"I'm not wandering, sir. I'm just trying to do my job."

His gaze swept over her uniform, her trembling hands, the cloth she clutched like a shield.

"What's your name?"

"Elena."

"Elena..." he repeated softly, but the softness didn't reach his voice. "You're new."

"Yes, sir."

He stepped closer-only one step-but it was enough to make her back hit the bookshelf. The scent of cedar and cold wind clung to him, but what scared her more was the emptiness in his eyes.

"You will stay out of my way," he said quietly. "You will not enter any room unless you are told. And you will never come into this study again. Understand?"

Elena nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

He watched her a moment longer, as if testing her fear.

Then he turned away.

"You can go."

Elena practically fled the room, her heart racing so hard she felt dizzy.

As she reached the empty hallway, she let out a trembling breath.

She had only met him for five minutes.

And already, she understood why everyone feared him.

But as she walked back to her room, she could still feel his gaze-cold and haunted-burning into her skin.

And she couldn't shake the feeling that this house...

and the man inside it...

held secrets that were going to swallow her whole.