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

Lucía smiled, sharp and satisfied. Then, in a movement so deliberate it could only have been calculated, she tilted her wine glass and poured red wine directly onto Clara’s white dress.

The liquid spread like blood across the fabric, dark and damning.

“Oh my God,” Lucía gasped with theatrical horror. “I’m so clumsy. You’d better clean that up quickly.continue reading …