Damian didn't believe in coincidences.
The new maid moved like someone with a past. Eyes always low, shoulders always tense. She flinched when spoken to, apologized when no one asked. And there was something else — a faint, unsettling familiarity in her voice.
He couldn't place her, but something wasn't right.
Amara kept her head down, just as she'd been trained. This wasn't her first time surviving a cage with gold-plated bars. Every day was a silent prayer that no one recognized her. Especially him.
She had seen his face on the news. Damian Eze — billionaire tech CEO, heir to the Eze family empire.
She hadn't known the house she was trafficked into belonged to him — until she saw the family photo on the wall.
And the girl in the photo…
Zina.
The same girl Amara had watched fall during that robbery. The same girl whose screams still haunted her dreams. She hadn't pulled the trigger, but her silence had helped them get inside.
Now Zina lay in a coma, and Amara cleaned her brother's floors.
A week passed.
Damian's suspicion only grew. He started noticing small things — how the maid would pause when passing the guest wing where Zina's room was. How she flinched whenever a male staff member raised their voice. How she never smiled.
One evening, he entered the study and found her dusting near the windows.
"You're afraid of me," he said plainly.
Amara froze.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he added. "But I want to know why you look like you expect someone else to."
"I just… I've had a difficult life," she whispered.
Damian's eyes narrowed. "What's your name?"
"Amara."
That name. It hit him like a blade of memory. Too familiar.
He stepped closer. "Have we met before?"
"No, sir," she said too quickly.
He didn't believe her.
Later that night, Damian stood outside Zina's room.
Machines beeped steadily. Nurses moved quietly.
He looked at his sister — tubes, pale skin, frozen silence.
"I'll find out who did this," he whispered.
Behind him, Amara watched from a shadowed hallway — clutching the laundry basket, breath caught in her chest.
She wanted to run. Again.
But she had nowhere left to go.
And worse — her past was finally catching up.
End of Episode 4