Maya limped through the front door of the Hayes mansion, her clothes torn, her hair disheveled, her body screaming with every step. The passage was empty. No servants were rushing to greet her. Just silence. She took another step and pain shot up her leg. “Ahh—”

She caught herself on the wall, breathing hard. “I swear… I’ll destroy that bitch…” She muttered, her voice hoarse. She made her way to the living room, expecting to find someone. But the living room was still eerily quiet. Her brows furrowed. “What is going on…?”

A thought crossed her mind. Her eyes widened. “Could what she said…be true?” Her heart skipped. “No…” Maya...