His hand had barely touched hers before he pulled back, afraid that even a small moment of comfort might become something she never freely offered. She did not leave immediately. Instead, she looked at the wealthy man sitting in front of her and asked the question he had spent years avoiding: what was he truly asking for?
The rain continued tapping against the mansion windows that evening, but inside the room, the silence felt heavier than the storm outside. The millionaire who owned the enormous home, the expensive furniture, and everything that money could provide suddenly looked like someone who had nothing left to hold onto.
For months, the young maid had watched him live behind a wall that wealth had built around him. She had seen employees enter rooms with careful smiles and professional voices. She had seen people treat him according to his bank account, his reputation, and
