They Called Her “Just The Nanny”—Until She Claimed The Empire

Clara’s car. Lucía had always been Adrian’s echo, amplifying his worst qualities while lacking any of his superficial charm. She spotted Clara sitting quietly and made her way over with a wine glass in hand and malice in her eyes.

“Well, well,” Lucía said, her voice carrying. “The help gets a seat at the Plaza. How generous of my brother.”

Clara looked continue reading …