Chapter 2 ANONYMOUS

However, the girl, whose name happened to be Leah, was agape, waiting for Ethan to ask her a question. She was dying to have a conversation with him to thank him. She looked at Ethan's face; he wasn't smiling, neither was he angry. His expression was unreadable. She used to have the ability to read people's expressions, but with Ethan, everything was void. She couldn't tell if he was angry or happy. She wanted to know if he bought her out of pity or something else. Something else? Leah thought.

What's the matter with me? How can a powerful man like Ethan buy her because he likes her or something? I'm just a slave, she thought.

She glanced at Ethan and realized he was looking at her. She turned her face away in a split second, trying to avoid eye contact with her new master.

"Being too inquisitive isn't what a good maid should do," Ethan's baritone voice stated.

Inquisitive? I literally said nothing, Leah thought.

They finally arrived in front of an estate, which was obviously Ethan's house. He alighted from the car as Leah followed. They entered the living room, which was overly luxurious, just as other wealthy persons' living rooms would be. Entering the living room, Ethan and Leah were welcomed by two of his men.

One of them whispered something into Ethan's ear, and the other nodded in agreement as if he knew what Ethan would say. Leah seized this opportunity to observe the frame, which was at the far left end of the living room. It contained a photograph of Ethan and four other people who seemed to be his relatives.

Leah looked around, but there was no sign of other maids or servants. She wondered why he didn't buy any servants or employ any house help when he lived in such a big house.

Ethan told one of the men to show her the room where she would be staying. He told her to go anywhere in the mansion but in his room. He looked really serious about it. He threatened to kill her if she even by any chance got close to his room.

Leah knew he was serious about it and he could eliminate her if she dared to disobey him. She nodded in agreement to his command. She has been a servant for over twelve years; she has never broken any master's rule.

"Come with me," Ethan said to his consigliere who happened to be Dominic.

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The door cracked open as soon as she turned the knob. She sighed deeply as a sign of relief. Today must be her lucky day, she thought. What would have happened if Ethan hadn't come to her rescue? What if she didn't fight back? Would she have served her master in his bedroom? Many thoughts clouded her mind. She felt irritated imagining herself having sex with her previous master.

She looked around the room, observing everywhere. The room was less luxurious than the living room. It was painted white and royal purple. She walked close to the huge wardrobe at the right end of the room. It was filled with different clothes, shoes, and bags. You could tell from the look that they were expensive clothes. She knew what expensive clothes looked like, even if she didn't know much about fashion.

Leah wondered whose clothes belonged to. Why would he buy female clothes and keep them when there is no one living with him? Do they belong to his wife? Is he divorced or what? Leah tried so hard to stop herself from thinking about the origin of these clothes.

At the side of the king-sized bed was a locker and a wooden stool. An oversized mirror was mounted on the wall above the locker. She drew one of the lockers open only to find it filled with cosmetics. The other was filled with different body sprays, deodorants, and perfumes.

The last of the lockers contained expensive boxed jewelry made of silver, gold, and diamonds.

After some minutes of touring the whole room, Leah became tired. She decided to take a hot shower before going to bed. She made sure to lock the door properly before undressing herself and going into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom with a blue towel wrapped around her. Her ebony black hair was made into a ponytail. After drying herself, she began to hunt the wardrobe for a suitable dress.

She finally found a red nightgown which seemed to be the only dress that was her size.

(The next day)

Ethan woke up very early in the morning. He always wakes up so early to catch up with his busy schedule. The first thing he does is to work out. Since it was rainy, he decided to work out until the rain stopped.

He was heading to the gym, his hands in his pocket. He paused, noticing some footsteps behind him. He looked around, but there was no one. He continued walking, not bothering to check who or what was following him.

He took a left turn into one of the corridors. Someone was actually following him. The figure appeared to be a man wearing a face mask. His identity was hidden.

Getting to the gym, the anonymous man couldn't find Ethan. He peeked through the glass door but couldn't find him. Suddenly, Ethan attacked him from behind

He landed on his back as Ethan brushed him off the ground. He quickly grabbed him by the hand and held him in a difficult position such that he couldn't move.

"How dare you sneak into my house? Who sent you?" Ethan asked.

The anonymous man struggled to break free from Ethan's grip, but his efforts were futile. He finally gave in, ready to talk.

"I said who sent you?" Ethan snarled at him.

"I mean no harm," he stammered, nearly in a whisper.

"So what are you doing here?" He continued, choking him as he resisted.

"I came to warn you about something," he said, and Ethan let go of him instantly.

"What?"

"You are in danger," the anonymous man said.