Valeria

The broom felt heavy in my hands as I swept the hallway of Dante’s mansion with my eyes fixed on the floor to avoid his gaze. Every day was the same—cleaning, serving, and acting like the obedient slave he wanted. My body was tired from the work, but my mind stayed sharp. I was here to spy for Eduardo and his father, planting their tiny recording devices to destroy Dante from the inside. The device I’d hidden in the main hall yesterday was already working, capturing his ...