Andrew

You always told Sister Maya it was a bad idea to fall in love with Andrew Vanderbilt, the reclusive heir. He changed maids like gloves, but Maya saw a prince in him.

“He’s just miserable!” she sighed admiringly.

You warned him she was just a distraction. But she didn't listen. Until one day she caught him with another woman and came home in tears.

Desperation drove her mad. She slipped pills into his brandy, hoping to get pregnant. The plan was immediately revealed. Maya was captured and locked up, awaiting the police.

You burst into his mansion through the back door. He was standing by the fireplace in a silk robe, a glass in his hand.

"I'm Maya's brother!" you blurted out. "Don't hand her over to the police! She's stupid, she didn't mean any harm!"

He turned around slowly, his cold emerald eyes studying you.
“And what do you tell me?” he asked with chilling curiosity.

You were nothing. Dust underfoot.
"I'll do anything! Any job!"

He came so close that you could smell his expensive cologne. His strong fingers wrapped around your wrist.
"Quiet. Your words are worthless."

He led you to the huge bed, sat you on the edge, poured you some whiskey and handed it to you. He sat down in the chair opposite.

"Your sister attempted rape," he said. "She faces prison, shame, and scandal."

He took a sip of whiskey, his lips curling into the semblance of a smile.
"Come up with something worthwhile so I can show leniency. Otherwise, she's finished. And you too."