At exactly 1:45 PM, Aria pulled her aging Honda Civic up to the main gates of Blackwood Estate.
The gates themselves were a work of art ornate ironwork that probably cost more than most houses, flanked by stone pillars that spoke of old money and older power. Security cameras tracked her approach from multiple angles, and she could see at least two guards visible in the gatehouse.
This wasn't just wealth. This was a fortress.
Aria took a deep breath, smoothing down her navy dress one final time. Her hands were steady; years of living multiple lives had taught her how to compartmentalize nerves but her heart was racing.
You're Sarah Mitchell, she reminded herself. Twenty-two years old. Previous employment with the Morrison and Chen families. Looking for a stable, long-term position. Earnest. Professional. Unremarkable.
She pressed the intercom button.
"Yes?" A male voice, professional and slightly suspicious.
"Sarah Mitchell. I have a 2 PM interview with Mrs. Chen."
A pause. She imagined them checking records, verifying her identity, possibly running facial recognition software against databases she'd already carefully scrubbed herself from.
"Please proceed to the main house. Someone will meet you at the entrance. Park in the visitor area to your left."
The gates swung open with a low mechanical hum, and Aria drove through.
The driveway seemed to stretch on forever, winding through perfectly manicured grounds. Gardens exploded with late spring blooms roses and peonies and flowers she couldn't name. Ancient trees lined the path, their branches creating a canopy of green. In the distance, she could see what looked like a private lake, sunlight glittering off its surface.
It was beautiful in a way that felt almost aggressive. A statement: This is what real wealth looks like.
The main house finally came into view, and even though she'd studied it extensively in photographs, the reality took her breath away.
Three stories of cream-colored stone and glass, with wings that sprawled in either direction. The architecture was a perfect blend of classical elegance and modern luxury old money that had adapted to new times without losing its essential character. This wasn't the kind of house you bought. This was the kind of house that had been in a family for generations, each one adding their mark while maintaining the legacy.
A woman stood at the entrance fifties, Asian, dressed in a sharp charcoal suit that screamed professional competence. She watched Aria's approach with the assessing gaze of someone who'd seen hundreds of applicants and could spot a fake in seconds.
This was Elizabeth Chen. The gatekeeper.
Aria parked in the designated area, gathered her folder of documents, and stepped out of her car. The contrast between her beat-up Honda and the luxury vehicles visible in the covered garage she counted a Bentley, two Mercedes, and what looked like a vintage Aston Martin would have been comical if it weren't so intimidating.
You belong here, she told herself. You're qualified. Professional. You have every right to be here.
Even if every document proving that was fake.
She walked up the stone steps, keeping her posture confident but not arrogant, and extended her hand as she reached the woman.
"Mrs. Chen? I'm Sarah Mitchell. Thank you so much for this opportunity."
Elizabeth's handshake was firm, professional. Her eyes missed nothing taking in Aria's modest dress, sensible shoes, the nervous but genuine smile.
"Welcome to Blackwood Estate, Ms. Mitchell. Please, come inside. We have much to discuss."
The foyer alone was larger than Aria's entire apartment. Marble floors polished to a mirror shine. A sweeping staircase that curved upward. Art on the walls that she recognized originals, worth millions. The faint scent of expensive cologne and fresh flowers.
This was a different world. A world of wealth and power so far removed from her reality that it might as well have been another planet.
And she was about to lie her way into its heart.
"This way," Elizabeth said, leading her down a hallway lined with more priceless art. "We'll talk in my office. I must warn you, Ms. Mitchell, we run very thorough background checks. If there's anything in your history that might cause concern, now would be the time to mention it."
Aria's heart stuttered, but she kept her expression open and guileless. "Of course. I have nothing to hide."
What a lie that was.
Elizabeth's office was smaller than expected but elegantly appointed. She gestured for Aria to sit in one of the chairs facing her desk, then settled behind it with practiced ease.
"Tell me, Ms. Mitchell. Why do you want to work at Blackwood Estate?"
The question Aria had prepared for extensively. The one that could make or break this interview.
"I've spent the last four years working for wealthy families," Aria began, her voice steady and earnest. "And in that time, I've learned that there's a significant difference between families who have money and families who understand how to maintain a legacy. The Blackwood family has a reputation for excellence, for valuing discretion and professionalism. I want to be part of an organization that takes pride in maintaining the highest standards."
"And what makes you think you're qualified for that?"
"My previous employers would tell you that I'm detail-oriented, discreet, and able to anticipate needs before they're voiced. I understand that working for a family like the Blackwoods requires more than just technical skills; it requires the ability to be invisible when necessary and invaluable when called upon."
Something flickered in Elizabeth's expression. Not quite approval, but interest.
"Your references are impressive," she said, pulling up something on her tablet. "Mrs. Morrison speaks very highly of your work. She was sorry to lose you when they relocated."
Aria nodded, grateful that her hacking had been thorough enough. Mrs. Morrison who had never actually employed Sarah Mitchell would have records showing exactly that if anyone checked.
"I was sorry to leave as well. But my personal circumstances required me to stay in this area." That much was true, at least.
"Family obligations?" Elizabeth's tone suggested she understood such things.
"Something like that."
The interview continued for another twenty minutes. Questions about her experience, her availability, her comfort with the live-in arrangement. Aria answered each one smoothly, her responses carefully calibrated to seem genuine without being too eager.
"You understand that this position requires absolute discretion?" Elizabeth asked. "The Blackwood family values their privacy above almost everything else. What happens in this house stays in this house. Always."
"I completely understand. My previous employers required the same level of confidentiality."
"And you're comfortable with the schedule? Six days a week, with Sundays off and one additional evening per week?"
"Perfectly comfortable. I prefer having a structured routine."
Elizabeth studied her for a long moment, and Aria felt like she was being x-rayed. This woman had probably interviewed hundreds of people over her fifteen years with the family. Could probably spot lies and inconsistencies that others would miss.
Please buy it, Aria thought. Please believe the performance.
"Your background check came back clean," Elizabeth said finally. "Your references are impeccable. And frankly, we need someone to start as soon as possible." She stood, extending her hand. "Welcome to Blackwood Estate, Ms. Mitchell. If you're willing, we'd like you to start tomorrow morning."
Relief flooded through Aria so intensely she almost swayed. "Tomorrow would be perfect. Thank you so much, Mrs. Chen."
"Please, call me Elizabeth when we're alone. Mrs. Chen is for formal occasions." She moved toward the door. "Come, I'll show you to your quarters so you know where you'll be staying. We'll need you here by 6 AM tomorrow for orientation."
Aria followed, barely able to process that it had actually worked. She was in. She'd gotten the job.
Now she just had to find the plant, steal it, and get out before anyone discovered who she really was.
Simple.
Elizabeth led her through a maze of hallways, pointing out key locations as they went. "The main residence has three floors. The ground floor is public spaces, living rooms, dining rooms, kitchen, library, formal entertaining areas. Second floor has guest suites and some family rooms. The third floor is Mr. Blackwood's private quarters."
Aria's ears perked up at that. Damien Blackwood's private floor.
"That entire floor is off-limits to staff unless specifically requested," Elizabeth continued, her tone making it clear this was a hard rule. "Mr. Blackwood values his privacy, and we respect that boundary absolutely."
"Of course. I understand."
They turned a corner, entering what was clearly the staff wing still elegant but noticeably more functional than the main house. "Staff quarters are here. You'll have your own room, shared bathroom facilities, and access to a common area with a kitchenette."
She opened a door, revealing a small but comfortable room. Single bed, desk, wardrobe, window overlooking the gardens. It was nicer than Aria's actual apartment.
"This will be yours. You're welcome to personalize it within reason. Laundry is done twice a week. Kitchen staff prepare meals for employees, but you can also use the common area kitchen if you prefer." Elizabeth handed her a keycard. "This gives you access to staff areas and the ground floor of the main house. Additional access must be approved by me or Mr. Blackwood directly."
Additional access. Like to restricted greenhouse areas.
"I understand. Thank you."
They were heading back through the main house when it happened.
Aria turned a corner and walked directly into someone's chest.
"Oh! I'm so sorry"
The apology died on her lips.
Because standing in front of her, dressed in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit, was Damien Blackwood himself.
And up close, he was even more devastating than his photographs had suggested.
Tall easily six-three, with shoulders that filled the hallway. Dark hair swept back from a face that looked like it had been designed by someone who understood exactly how to weaponize male beauty. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, lips that managed to be both sensual and cruel.
But it was his eyes that stopped her breath.
Gray. Not the soft gray of a cloudy sky but the hard gray of steel, with flecks of silver that caught the light. Intelligent. Assessing. Absolutely missing nothing as they swept over her face with an intensity that felt like a physical touch.
Her body knew before her mind did. Heat flooded her core. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of her dress. Her skin felt too hot, too tight. A strange flutter started low in her belly, spreading outward like ripples in water.
What the hell was this?
She'd never felt anything like this. Had never experienced attraction this immediate, this overwhelming, this visceral.
"Mr. Blackwood," Elizabeth said smoothly, though Aria detected a hint of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you until later. This is Sarah Mitchell, our new housekeeper. She'll be starting tomorrow."
"Will she?" It wasn't a question. Damien's gaze hadn't left Aria's face, and she found herself unable to look away. Couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.
Those eyes seemed to see through every lie, every carefully constructed mask. Like he could peer directly into her soul and catalog every secret she was keeping.
"Yes, sir." Elizabeth's tone had sharpened slightly professional but curious about this unusual interaction.
Damien took a step closer, and Aria's heart hammered against her ribs. He was so close now she could smell his cologne something expensive and masculine that made her head swim.
"You look nervous, Ms. Mitchell."
It wasn't an accusation. Just an observation. But Aria felt caught anyway, exposed in some fundamental way.
"I.." Her voice came out smaller than she'd intended. She cleared her throat, tried again. "First day nerves. I want to make a good impression."
"Admirable." Something flickered in those gray eyes. Amusement? Interest? She couldn't tell. "What makes you think you'll be a good fit here?"
The question caught her off guard. Elizabeth had already conducted the interview. Why was he asking?
"I believe in excellence," Aria said carefully. "In paying attention to details. In understanding that the best service is often invisible."
"Invisible." He repeated the word like he was tasting it, testing it for truth. Then he smiled just slightly, barely a curve of those sculpted lips but it transformed his entire face. Made him go from intimidating to absolutely devastating. "We'll see if you can maintain that invisibility, Ms. Mitchell. I have a feeling you're the type of person who's difficult to ignore."
What did that mean?
"Elizabeth," he continued, still looking at Aria, "have Ms. Mitchell start in the main house tomorrow. I want someone I can observe during the trial period."
"Of course, sir."
He stepped past her then, close enough that his arm brushed hers, and the brief contact sent electricity shooting through her entire body.
"Welcome to Blackwood Estate, Ms. Mitchell," he said over his shoulder. "I look forward to seeing what you're capable of."
And then he was gone, disappearing around the corner, leaving Aria standing there with her heart pounding and her skin flushed and absolutely no idea what had just happened.
"Well," Elizabeth said, her tone carefully neutral. "That was unexpected. Mr. Blackwood rarely involves himself in staffing decisions."
"Is that... a bad thing?" Aria managed to ask.
"I honestly don't know." Elizabeth studied her with new intensity, as if seeing something she'd missed before. "But it's certainly unusual. Come on, I'll show you the staff entrance you'll use tomorrow."
As they continued the tour, Aria tried to focus on Elizabeth's instructions about schedules and responsibilities. But her mind kept returning to those gray eyes. That slight smile. The way her body had responded to his proximity.
Dangerous, a voice in her head whispered. He's dangerous.
But not in the way she'd expected. Not because of his wealth or power or the security surrounding him.
Because of the way he'd made her feel with just one look. Like he could see through every lie. Like he already knew exactly who she was and what she wanted.
Like he was waiting to see what she'd do next.
You're being paranoid, she told herself. He's just observant. Wealthy people are always cautious about new staff.
But as she drove away from the estate an hour later, his face replayed in her mind on an endless loop. Those eyes. That smile. The electricity of that brief contact.
She was here for one purpose: to save her mother. To get the plant and get out.
Damien Blackwood was just an obstacle to navigate. Nothing more.
She told herself that all the way home.
She told herself that as she lay in bed that night, unable to sleep.
She told herself that as she woke at 5 AM the next morning, her stomach fluttering with nerves that had nothing to do with the mission and everything to do with knowing she'd see him again.
But even then, some part of her knew the truth.
Nothing about this was going to be simple.
Nothing about Damien Blackwood was safe.
And the connection she'd felt in that brief moment the way her body had responded, the way he'd looked at her like he could see her soul that wasn't one-sided.
He'd felt it too.
And that was far more dangerous than any security system or locked greenhouse.
Because you could hack security systems.
You couldn't hack whatever had just passed between them.
In his office on the third floor, Damien Blackwood stood at the window, looking out over the estate grounds.
On his desk, multiple monitors displayed security footage from earlier the moment when Aria Chen, masquerading as Sarah Mitchell, had walked directly into him in the hallway.
He'd reviewed it three times now, watching the way her pupils had dilated, the way her breath had caught, the unconscious lean of her body toward his.
Chemistry. Undeniable. Explosive.
Exactly as he'd predicted when he'd first seen her photograph.
His phone buzzed with a message from his head of security: Background check complete on Sarah Mitchell. Everything is clean. Recommend proceeding with hire.
Damien smiled a cold, calculating expression that would have made Aria's blood run cold if she'd seen it.
Of course the background check was clean. She was good. Excellent, even. Her hacking skills were impressive, her ability to construct believable identities nearly flawless.
But not quite perfect enough.
He'd known exactly who she was from the moment her application landed on his desk. Aria Chen. Twenty-four years old. Woman with a dying mother who needed something he possessed.
The question was: what would she do to get it?
How far would she go?
How many lines would she cross?
And most intriguingly how would she respond when he started pushing back?
Because he had no intention of making this easy for her. No intention of letting her waltz into his home, steal from him, and disappear.
No.
He was going to let her play her little game. Watch her move through his house like a beautiful thief in the night. Let her think she was in control.
Right up until the moment he decided to take it all away.
The attraction was unexpected. The way his body had responded to her proximity, the surge of possessiveness when she'd looked up at him with those dark eyes—that wasn't part of the plan.
But he could work with it.
Could use it.
Could turn it into another tool in the game they were about to play.
Damien opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small box. Inside was a piece of jewelry he'd had commissioned weeks ago, once he'd confirmed Aria Chen would be applying for the position.
A necklace. Delicate gold chain. Small pendant that looked like a simple decorative piece.
But hidden inside the pendant was a tracker. And a microphone.
Not active yet. He'd save that for the right moment.
For now, he'd watch. Wait. Let her settle in. Let her start searching for what she came for.
And when the time was right when she was in deep enough that there was no escape—he'd spring his trap.
But first, he wanted to see how far she'd go. How desperate she was. How many lines she'd cross.
And most interestingly how she'd respond to him. To the attraction that had sparked between them like lightning in that hallway.
Because Damien Blackwood always got what he wanted.
And what he wanted was to see Aria Chen…brilliant, desperate, beautiful Ar
ia completely undone.
On her knees.
Begging.
He smiled again, this time with genuine anticipation.
Tomorrow was going to be very interesting indeed.