The sun hadn't even crested the horizon when Maya was shaken awake. She had fallen asleep on a small, narrow cot in a room tucked behind the laundry area—a room that felt more like a cell than a bedroom."Get up! Mr. Khurana doesn't pay you to dream," the head housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, barked. She was a woman who seemed to have been carved out of granite, with eyes that saw every speck of dust as a personal insult. "The guest arrives in two hours. You are to assist in the West Wing. And for heaven's sake, pull your hair back. You look like a street urchin."Maya suppressed a retort. She was exhausted, her body aching from the midnight encounter with Vikram, but the thought of Toby kept her feet moving. She scrubbed her face with cold water, tied her hair into a tight, severe bun, and headed to the West Wing.The "guest" was not just anyone. As a sleek, white Lamborghini roared up the driveway, Maya watched from the shadows of the foyer. A woman stepped out, looking like she had just stepped off a Parisian runway. She was tall, blonde, and dripped in diamonds that caught the morning light."Sonia," Vikram's voice boomed.Maya watched from her station as Vikram descended the stairs. He looked impeccable in a navy-blue suit, his aura of "wickedness" now masked by a veneer of billionaire charm. He took the woman's hand and kissed her knuckles."Vikram, darling," Sonia purred, her voice like honey mixed with poison. "The estate looks as gloomy as ever. You really need a woman's touch around here.""I have plenty of 'touch' around here, Sonia," Vikram replied, his eyes briefly flicking toward the corner where Maya stood. It was a look of pure ownership, a silent reminder of their midnight clash. "Maya! Bring the bags."Maya felt a surge of heat in her cheeks. He was doing it again—reminding her that she was nothing more than a servant in front of a woman who clearly looked down on her.She stepped forward, reaching for the heavy designer suitcases. As she leaned down, Sonia let out a small, dainty laugh."Oh, Vikram, where did you find this one? She looks so... bedraggled. Is she part of some charity project?"Vikram walked over, stopping so close to Maya that she could see the reflection of her own tired face in his polished shoes. He reached out and adjusted the collar of Maya's uniform, his fingers lingering a second too long against her throat—a subtle, hidden caress that made her heart skip a beat in terror."You could say that," Vikram murmured to Sonia, his eyes never leaving Maya's. "She's a debt I'm currently collecting. And I'm a man who hates to leave a balance unpaid."Sonia's eyes narrowed, sensing a tension she couldn't quite name. "Well, tell her to be careful with my Vuitton. The leather is more expensive than her life."The day was a blur of carrying luggage, steaming silk dresses, and being treated like furniture. But the real blow came at noon.Vikram summoned Maya to his office. This time, he wasn't alone. A man in a lab coat sat across from him."This is Dr. Aris," Vikram said, not looking up from a medical file. "He is the lead surgeon for your brother's procedure."Maya's heart leaped. "Is Toby okay? Is the surgery done?"The doctor looked at Vikram, hesitant, before turning to Maya. "The surgery was successful, Ms. Nnamdi. Your brother is in recovery. However...""However," Vikram interrupted, his voice like a guillotine blade, "the 'Vow' I made wasn't just for one surgery. Toby requires a three-month post-operative treatment plan. Specialized care. Very expensive care."Maya felt the floor drop out from under her. "You said... you said if I came here, you'd save him.""I did save him," Vikram said, standing up and walking toward her. The doctor took that as his cue to leave, slipping out of the room and closing the heavy oak doors. "But his continued survival? That's a subscription service, Maya. One that you have to earn every single day."He stopped in front of her, his presence overwhelming. He reached out, his hand sliding into her hair, gripping the bun she had so carefully tied and tugging just enough to force her to look up at him."You thought thirty days of cleaning would wipe out six million in debt and save a life?" He chuckled darkly. "You're smarter than that. Or maybe you just underestimated how wicked I can be.""What do you want from me, Vikram?" she whispered, her eyes brimming with angry tears. "You already have me scrubbing your floors. You already have me humiliated in front of your girlfriend. What else is there?"Vikram leaned down, his face inches from hers. His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip, pulling it down slightly. His gaze was no longer just cold; it was hungry."I want the one thing your father couldn't give me," he rasped. "I want your total submission. I want you to look at me not as a monster, but as your master. And until I see that look in your eyes, Toby stays on the 'pending' list for his medication."He let go of her hair, his eyes dropping to her mouth."Tonight, Sonia is staying over. You will serve dinner. You will be perfect. And when she goes to bed... you will come to my room. We need to discuss the 'interest' on your debt."He turned his back to her, dismissive. "Get out."Maya stumbled out of the office, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He was tightening the noose. It wasn't just about the maid's uniform anymore. He was playing a game with her soul, using her brother's life as the ultimate bargaining chip.She looked down at her hands. They were shaking. She had to choose: let Toby slip away, or walk into the devil's bedroom and pay the price of a life.
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