The Hidden File
The next day in the mansion felt unusually tense. Amara couldn't tell if it was her imagination or if the entire house carried a heaviness she hadn't noticed before. The guards seemed more alert, scanning every corner. Even the staff whispered among themselves and fell silent whenever she entered a room.
She tried to ignore it, focusing on Isabella's laughter as they painted together in the garden. But her mind kept drifting back to the locked oak door and Matteo's warning.
Later that evening, while Isabella napped again, Amara found herself wandering the halls. Her footsteps carried her toward Lorenzo's study. The door was slightly open.
She hesitated.
Don't do it, Amara. If he catches you—
But curiosity won. She slipped inside.
The study smelled faintly of leather and smoke. Books lined the walls, and papers were scattered across the massive wooden desk. Amara's eyes darted around until she spotted a file half-hidden beneath a stack of documents.
Her breath caught when she saw the name typed on the cover.
Amara Johnson.
Her hands shook as she opened it. Inside were photographs—her photographs. Some recent, some from years ago. There were even copies of her school records, her passport, and… a picture of her parents.
Tears stung her eyes.
Why does Lorenzo have this? How does he know about my past?
A sudden creak from the hallway made her freeze. She shoved the file back into place and slipped out the side door of the study, her heart pounding like a drum.
Back in her room, she pressed her back against the wall, clutching her chest as if to keep her heart from bursting out.
One thing was clear—Lorenzo wasn't just her employer. He had been watching her long before she ever entered this mansion.
But why?
And if he knew so much about her, what was he hiding about himself?
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⚡ Amara just found evidence that Lorenzo has been keeping tabs on her for years.