Ethan Whitmore, a powerful construction tycoon and one of the most respected men in the city, closed the front door with a long, exhausted sigh. Outside, rain poured endlessly, but inside, the cold felt worse. It was only eight in the evening—early for a man who used work to escape his own life.
That same afternoon, a sharp pain in his chest had forced him to leave his office and see a cardiologist. The diagnosis was clear: extreme stress, exhaustion, and a heart worn down by grief.
“You need a reason to live beyond your business, Mr. Whitmore,” the doctor had said.
But how do you start living again after losing everything?
Two years earlier, Ethan’s world had shattered. His wife, Isabella, had died during childbirth. The twins they had been waiting for were said not to have survived.
Or at least… that’s what he had been told.
Since then, the massive mansion had become a mausoleum. Staff moved like shadows, silent and invisible. Among them was Emma, a twenty-two-year-old housemaid who had been working there for six months. She was different—quiet, observant, with a depth in her eyes that carried both sadness and quiet strength.