Ten months had passed since Ethan first walked through the mansion doors as a shy, broke twenty-four-year-old. 

Today, at twenty-five, he was a different man. His bank account held more money than he had ever dreamed of. The women paid him generously for his service, bonuses flowing freely after every successful high-stakes dinner meeting. He had paid off all his student loans, bought his mother a small house back home, and still had enough left to feel truly secure for the first time in his life.

But wealth had come at a cost.

Ethan stood in the kitchen preparing breakfast, his movements precise and confident. The black butler uniform still...