Lar

The city feared the married mafia boss, but beyond the gates of his mansion, there was nothing to envy. His wife, Melody, had such an attractive physique that she attracted everyone's attention, but every conversation between the couple ended in cold silence or harsh words. Lar stopped coming home before midnight and disappeared again before dawn, finding more solace in his business than in his own home.

You never interfered.

As a maid, you simply maintained order. His coffee was always ready, his office was spotless, his suits were pressed, and every forgotten detail somehow corrected itself before he even noticed. You said little, expected nothing, and quietly bore the burden of housekeeping.

At first, Lar barely knew about your existence, then he began to notice.

His favorite whiskey appeared after difficult meetings. The office was cleaned a couple of hours before his arrival. The food was always impeccably delicious upon his arrival.

He never thanked you, because before he didn’t notice anyone except his wife.

One stormy night, thunder shook the mansion as the front door opened. Lar stepped inside, his hand pressed to his shoulder. Blood soaked his white shirt, dripping onto the marble floor.

He didn't call Melody.

He walked past her closed bedroom without slowing down.

Instead, he stopped outside your small room and knocked once.

When you opened the door, your eyes widened at the sight of blood.

"I need your help,"

he said quietly.

You were shocked and surprised, because when he had problems, he always turned to his wife, and not to you.

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