I pretended not to notice. Maybe that's why she escalated.
Gladys started showing up at my doorstep, clutching folders, claiming she needed Warren's signature on "urgent documents."
She'd stay for dinner.
Her eyes would roam the villa the entire time, drinking it in, envy flickering behind every glance.
"Mr. Gilbert, you're amazing," she gushed one evening. "Only in your early thirties and you already own a mansion like this."
Warren's gaze darted away. "Let's just eat."
I watched them both. Said nothing.
Let him keep his little secret.
Only after Gladys left—reluctant, lingering, savoring her stolen moment—did I let the smile drop.
"Why didn't you tell her the truth?" My voice was ice. "That this villa is rented?"
"She thinks she's landed herself a billionaire. She has no idea the billionaire is a fraud."
Warren's face contorted. "Shut your mouth, Jade!"
He shot a glance out the window, confirming Gladys was truly gone, then leaned in close. His voice dropped to a hiss.
"I'm warning you. Keep your mouth shut about things that don't concern you."