The billionaire pretended to go to Europe… But what he saw on the hidden cameras between his housekeeper and his daughters left him frozen.-yilux

I pressed play.

Vanessa’s voice filled the room, thin and ugly through the cheap speaker.

“When your father isn’t here, you answer to me. Cry again and I’ll make sure Mara is gone by Friday.”

Then June’s little voice.

“Please don’t.”

No one moved.

Even the house felt still. The diffuser in the corner kept pushing vanilla into the air, and it made my stomach turn.

Vanessa recovered first. She folded her arms and looked at the girls, not me.

“So this is what we’re doing now? Secret recordings? In my fiancé’s house?”

“In my house,” I said.

Her eyes snapped to mine.

Mara stayed between Vanessa and the girls. One hand rested on Lily’s shoulder. The other kept June tucked against her hip. I noticed then that her wrist was shaking.

“Take the girls to the breakfast room,” I said.