THE HOUSEMAID

Memories haunted Andrea's dreams, echoes of a past she couldn't escape. Her father's laughter, her mother's tears, and the cold, calculating smile of Julian Richardson.

The night her father's business was ruined, the night he died, was etched in her memory like a scar. Andrea's eyes burned with a fire that had fueled her every move since then.

Revenge.

She had spent years gathering strength, planning, and waiting. Now, she was ready.

Andrea slipped on her mask, a perfect facade of innocence and vulnerability.