Time passed by early. Debbie has completed school finally, our dream has come true. Before completing school, she agreed to be Jayden's friend. They exchanged contacts and that's it. Debbie's foster mum never seize to amaze her with her wickedness. It's not even up to a week Debbie completed school but her mum has asked her to go and work in a certain royal house she herself has no idea of who the people are. What can our poor Debbie do, she just need to comply but her determination to leave that house when she turns eighteen isn't gone.
On Monday morning, Debbie was taken to the royal house to start her maid work. On the first day of her duty, something interesting happened.
On the first day of her duty, something interesting happened.
The royal house was nothing like Debbie had imagined. It stood tall and quiet, surrounded by high walls and guarded gates. Everything about it whispered power and secrets. As she stepped inside, her heart beat faster—not out of fear alone, but something she couldn't explain.
"Stay focused," she muttered to herself. "You're here to work, nothing more."
She was assigned simple duties—cleaning, arranging rooms, and assisting in the kitchen. The other workers barely spoke to her, as if everyone knew their place and dared not cross invisible lines.
Later that afternoon, while carrying a tray of tea down a long corridor, Debbie heard voices from behind a slightly open door.
"…we can't delay it any longer," a deep voice said.
"But what if she's not ready?" another voice replied.
Debbie slowed her steps, curiosity pulling her closer. She didn't mean to listen but something about the conversation felt… connected to her.
Just as she leaned slightly toward the door
"Hey! You there!"
She jumped, nearly dropping the tray. A tall guard stared at her suspiciously.
"I—I was just passing," she stammered.
"Then keep moving," he ordered firmly.
Debbie nodded quickly and hurried off, her heart pounding.
That evening, she was sent to deliver dinner to one of the private chambers upstairs an area she had been warned never to enter unless instructed.
She knocked softly.
"Come in," a familiar voice responded.
Debbie froze.
That voice… it couldn't be.
Slowly, she pushed the door open—and her eyes widened in shock.
"Jayden?!"
He stood by the window, dressed not in his usual casual clothes, but in royal attire that made him look even more untouchable than before.
"Debbie," he said softly, as if he had been expecting her all along.
Her mind raced. "What… what are you doing here?"
Jayden smiled faintly. "I should be asking you the same thing."
"I work here now," she replied, still trying to process everything. "But… you? Don't tell me you came here for a visit?"
He walked closer, his expression turning serious.
"This is my home."
Silence filled the room.
Debbie felt like the ground beneath her feet had disappeared.
"You're… part of the royal family?" she whispered.
Jayden nodded.
"And there's something else you need to know," he added.
Debbie's chest tightened. Somehow, she knew her life was about to change again.
"What is it?" she asked carefully.
Jayden hesitated for a moment, then said
"You weren't brought here by coincidence."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"
Before he could answer, the door suddenly swung open.
Standing there, dressed elegantly with a victorious smile, was Beatrice.
"Well, well…" she said, crossing her arms. "Looks like the little servant has finally found her way to the truth."
Debbie's heart sank.
"Beatrice? What are you doing here?"
Beatrice let out a soft laugh. "Oh, Debbie… you really have no idea, do you?"
Jayden's expression darkened. "Beatrice, this isn't the time."
"Oh, I think it is," she replied sharply. "She deserves to know why she was brought here… and who she really is."
Debbie looked from Jayden to Beatrice, confusion and fear rising within her.
"What are you both talking about?" she demanded.
Beatrice stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with something between jealousy and triumph.
"You're not just some abandoned nobody," she said slowly.
Debbie's breath caught.
"Then who am I?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Beatrice smirked.
"That," she said, "is a story your precious 'family' never wanted you to discover."
Jayden clenched his fists. "Enough, Beatrice."
But it was already too late.
Debbie's world once fragile but clear was beginning to shatter into pieces she never saw coming.
And for the first time in a long while…
She was no longer just surviving.
She was about to uncover the truth.