“He Hired Her To Clean Floors. She Ended Up Saving His Bloodline.”
PART 1 The DeLuca estate wasn’t a home. It was a mausoleum of marble and polished mahogany, and I was just a ghost in a lilac uniform. My job was simple: remain unseen, keep the dust at bay, and never interrupt the man who owned the city. Matteo DeLuca didn’t look up when I replaced…