“You think my brother cares about you? You think if he walks again, he’ll marry the help and move to some little apartment with you?”
Your eyes fill with angry tears.
He smiles.
“You’re entertainment. A rescue project. Once he gets his legs back, he’ll remember who he is.”
You bite his hand.
He curses and shoves you back against the shelves.
“Listen carefully,” he says, his face twisted. “You are going to stop going to his room. You are going to quit by Friday. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have your family evicted from that rotting house in East L.A. Your father owes money. Did you know that?”
Your blood turns to ice.
“Oh yes,” Damian says. “I know everything about you.”
The door opens.
Mr. Sterling stands there.
For once, his perfect butler mask is gone.
“Step away from her, Mr. Damian.”
Damian laughs.
“Or what?”
Mr. Sterling holds up his phone.
The screen is recording.
Damian’s face changes.
“You old idiot.”
“Perhaps,” Sterling says. “But this old idiot has excellent cloud backup.”
Damian steps back.
He points at you.
“This isn’t over.”
Then he leaves.
Your knees give out.
Mr. Sterling catches your arm before you fall.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.
You look up at him.
“For what?”
“For waiting too long to become brave.”
By sunrise, everything moves fast.
Mr. Sterling contacts an attorney who once worked for Alejandro’s grandfather. Alejandro calls a former physical therapist his family fired after she suggested he was improving. You send copies of the crash footage, forged reports, and Damian’s threat recording to three separate email accounts.
But Damian moves faster than you expect.
