The Invisible Girl and the Millionaire

kness. The cobblestones slipped beneath Beatriz Silva's bare feet as she ran, dodging s

ate warning. There was no time to waste. She couldn't wait for morni

sion, on the other side of the upper neighborhood, where the streetlights seemed more conc

one," her mother had warned her again and again. The Mouras didn't tol

er brother was str

er chest. She couldn't enter through the main entrance. The light from the lamps, the elegan

. A forgotten corner in an ancient stone wall. She climbed as best she could, tearing

idors until she reached the back door of the servants' quarters. It shou

Without b

other plans

a dark hallway, she

ale voice growled before

ight from a wall lamp, stood a young man with messy dark hair and inte

Eduardo

errupted him at the

e and frightened. The scene was crystal clear: Beatr

her arms. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, lingering

at. She struggled, terrified, aware that a single accusa

managed, in a voice that

red in Eduardo's eyes. Something

if her poverty were contagi

?" he asked, his voice n

etray the servant. She couldn't a

he l

er voice trembled. And she added,

assessing her, like a c

ce, elegant and dry, was heard

What's goi

ill of true threat

. M

uldn't just fire her. They coul

shining with amusement... and something else,

ide door and pushed her into a dark room, closing it

ehead against the door, shivering, as she listen

an invisible l

her there would b