The heart knows what it wants, and he wants her.
Andrea
I may have sold my soul to the enemy, but the Angeloff family—with their marble-floored mansions and diamond-encrusted watches—took everything from me, and they would pay with blood and tears. Soon they would have nothing left but dust and ashes, and the glittering empire they once ruled would crumble like ancient ruins. Once I secure the position of a maid, moving invisibly through their marble hallways, I’d have access to every whispered secret, every hidden ledger. In seven days, Edward Angeloff with his arrogant stare and his son Isaak with that perpetual smirk would draw their final breaths, and I would watch the light fade from them with gratification. I would finally avenge my family's deaths.
Isaak
Her porcelain beauty had fooled me, surely untouched yet with false innocence, but never again would she taste freedom. She would kneel at my feet, chains at her wrists, her spirit mine to command. Stealing secrets would seem a mercy compared to what awaited her. I would extract every name, every contact, every handler who sent her, even if I had to peel away her resistance layer by layer. She would forever be mine—my beautiful little captive would submit to my every command.
