เข้าสู่ระบบAMBER HART POV The condensation from the iced tea glass ran down my fingers, dropping onto the sun-warmed stone of the bench. The cool water from the fountain nearby kept misting the air, cutting through the heavy afternoon heat. Kalix was still looking at me, his hand resting on the stone just an inch away from mine. My heart was doing that weird, uneven tapping thing again. It was ridiculous. I was a practical girl. I knew exactly how much my bank account had grown since I signed that contract. I knew the exact duration of this arrangement. But sitting out here, with his tie gone and the sun catching the dark brown hints in his hair, it was getting harder to maintain the wall I had built. He wasn't acting like the arrogant CEO who used to look past me in the hallways. He was looking at me like I actually mattered to him outside of the boardrooms. I looked down at his hand, then slowly slid my fingers across the warm stone until they brushed against his. Kalix didn't hesitate. H
AMBER HART POV The morning light was exceptionally bright when it woke me up the next day. I stayed in bed for a few minutes, staring at the high ceiling, waiting for the familiar heavy sinking feeling in my chest that usually came whenever Mark caused a scene. But it didn't come. The legal shield Kalix threw up around me had actually worked. It felt strange to realize that the nightmare that had been hanging over my head for two years had been handled with a few phone calls from a billionaire’s legal team. I got out of bed, showered, and changed into a pair of plain black leggings and a fresh white long-sleeve shirt. Downstairs, the house was already humming with quiet activity. I could hear the distant clinking of porcelain from the kitchen and the soft murmur of the staff setting up the main floor. When I walked into the dining area, Marcus was already there, standing by the sideboard with a cup of espresso, reviewing printouts with Kalix. Kalix looked up the moment I walked in
AMBER HART POVThe dining room was massive, but tonight, it felt small. The long mahogany table was set for two, with silver candlesticks throwing long, dancing shadows against the wood-paneled walls. The food smelled amazing—some kind of slow-cooked beef with a rich wine reduction—but I could barely swallow a single bite. My fork just tracked patterns in the sauce on my plate. Seeing Mark like that, desperate and pathetically bold, had left a sour taste in my mouth. It wasn't because I missed him. God, no. The moment he walked out on me, whatever affection I had for him died. It was the absolute nerve of the guy. He genuinely thought he had a right to my life just because he used to be in it. He saw me on a screen, saw the name Smith, and immediately thought of a dollar sign. I glanced up across the table. Kalix was cutting his steak with precise, effortless movements. He looked so calm, like handling an unhinged ex-boyfriend was just part of his standard evening routine. A heavy
AMBER HART POV The transition from the warm, earthy quiet of the greenhouse to the cold grandeur of the main house always gave me a bit of whiplash. Kalix and I walked through the rear glass doors of the mansion, our sneakers clicking softly on the polished slate floor of the back hallway. My hands were still a little dusty from the ivy, and a stray streak of soil was probably smudged somewhere near my collarbone, but I didn’t care. For the first time in a long time, my chest didn't feel heavy. Kalix stopped near the intersection of the service hallway and the grand foyer, turning to look down at me. "I'll give Marcus a quick call to check the evening reports, then I’ll meet you in the dining room for dinner at seven." "Sure," I said, offering a small smile. "I need to wash the dirt off my hands anyway." He nodded, his dark eyes lingering on mine for a second longer than necessary before he turned toward his private study. I watched his back as he walked away, noticing how much l
AMBER HART POV The afternoon sun was warming up the stone pathways of the greenhouse by the time I walked down from the main house. I had changed into my favorite oversized knit sweater and some old jeans—clothes that actually felt like mine. Walking into the glass structure, the humid air immediately hit me, carrying that rich, comforting smell of damp earth and blooming jasmine. It was a massive relief from the filtered, chilly air conditioning of the mansion. I wandered past the rows of hanging ferns and bright orchids, finding a small wooden stool near a shelf of untrimmed terracotta pots. There was an old pair of gardening gloves sitting on the edge of the workbench. I pulled them on, picking up a small trowel. Since Kalix said I was free to do whatever I wanted this weekend, I figured some manual labor would keep my hands busy. I grabbed a small, slightly overgrown ivy plant that was spilling out of its plastic container and started carefully loosening the soil around its ro
AMBER HART POVThe morning after the partner dinner, the mansion felt entirely different. The suffocating tension that had been hanging over the hallways for the past week was completely gone, replaced by a quiet, relaxed stillness. The extra security guards near the perimeter were gone, and the housekeepers were moving at a normal pace again, murmuring softly to each other as they went about their routines.I sat at the small table in the sunroom, wearing a comfortable pair of gray sweatpants and a worn-out t-shirt. A plate of scrambled eggs and a fresh mug of coffee sat in front of me, but I was mostly just staring out the glass panels at the gardens.For the first time since I signed that contract, my head felt clear. The European project was locked. The Vance family had backed off.I leaned my chin on my hand, watching a sparrow land on the edge of the stone fountain outside. It was hard to believe that just twelve hours ago, I was standing in a five-star ballroom wearing a dress
AMBER HART POV My signature on that paper looked incredibly small, but it felt heavier than my two massive suitcases combined. Kalix picked up the document, blew lightly on the ink to let it dry, and then locked it inside his desk drawer. The transition from my boss to my fake fiancé took him exa
AMBER HART POV Fiancée? Nobody mentioned anything about a fiancée. Martha definitely left that part out of the orientation. I stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, holding a dish towel, as the woman stormed deeper into the foyer. She looked like she skipped straight off a fashion runway—perfec
AMBER HART POV By the third day, my body was entirely fueled by pure adrenaline and cheap instant coffee. Kalix Jace Smith was not a human being; he was a machine that ran on efficiency and expected everyone else to do the same. My routine was brutal. Wake up at four-thirty, prep his exact brea
AMBER HART POV The silence in the room was suffocating. Kalix didn't blink. He just stood there by his desk, looking at me like I was a bug he wanted to crush under his expensive shoes. My hands started shaking, so I locked them behind my back. "I’m Amber, sir. The new housekeeper. Mrs. Gable r







