Chapter 3 - The Secret Tied to the Elephant
The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence as the ocean waves crashed softly against the glass walls outside.
Grace looked down through a haze of unshed tears. Her eyes focused on the handwritten note hanging beneath the gray stuffed elephant. The delicate, elegant cursive was unmistakable—it was the handwriting of Julianna, the late matriarch of the estate who had passed away three years prior.
Julianna had died giving birth to Noah, leaving behind a grieving husband and an empire threatened by rivals. For three long years, the Boss had kept every woman at a distance, refusing to let anyone step into his home—until Grace arrived six months ago.
Vanessa stepped closer, her tone laced with desperate authority. "Julianna’s memory belongs to this family, not to a domestic servant! That note is private family property! How dare you display it in front of staff!"
The Boss slowly turned his head toward Vanessa. His eyes were dark, hollow, and devoid of any warmth.
"Julianna wrote this note on her deathbed," he said, his voice quiet, cold, and chillingly clear. "She gave it to my counselor with strict instructions that it only be opened when Noah showed affection to a woman for the very first time."
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Grace held her breath. She had been hired six months ago after five other nannies had quit within days, unable to handle the toddler's intense trauma and silence. Grace had spent endless nights rocking Noah to sleep, humming lullabies, and keeping vigil by his bed.
👉 Keep reading to find out what Julianna wrote in her final letter.
