Two-Faced

As the tape came off, I finally took in a breath of fresh air.

Behind Thomas, Susan frantically gestured for me to stay quiet.

"I am…" I began, but before I could finish, Susan rushed over, covering my mouth and pulling me aside.

"Dad, give me a moment. I need to have a chat with her."

Once we were out of sight, I shoved her away. She stumbled, falling to the ground.

"Susan, I trusted you too much! I'm going to tell my father the truth right now!"

With a loud thud, Susan dropped to her knees.

I was shocked by her reaction, not understanding what she was trying to do.

Susan clasped her hands and pleaded, "Please don't tell him the truth, Amber. I'm begging you.

"Thomas has already spent about 100 million on me. If you tell him now, I'll be guilty of fraud. For that much money, I'll be in prison for life!"

Her words left me stunned. I hadn't realized things had escalated to this extent.

"This is your fault. If you hadn't let my father buy you all this…"

"He bought it himself!" Susan crawled over to me, clutching my legs tightly. "Please, Amber. Don't say anything. I don't want to go to prison—I don't want to spend the rest of my life there."

I stared down at her, unsure of what to do. Was she genuinely afraid, or was this just another act?

"He's my father. Am I supposed to live the rest of my life cleaning up after him as a nanny?" I asked. The thought of it made me feel like I would be dishonoring my mother, who was watching from above.

"Just give me some time. I'll sort everything out. Please, for the sake of our friendship and the times I've helped you in the past, just help me this once."

In the end, I gave in.

Shortly after Susan left, my father found me.

"Come to my room tonight."

…

My father's words left me stunned.

'What does he mean by that?' I stood there, speechless.

Then, with an unsettling gentleness, he caressed my face and said, "You really look like her. Remember to wear something revealing when you come to my room tonight."

With that, he turned and walked away.

At that moment, my mind went completely blank.

'Oh, dear God! Not only did I not acknowledge my father, but I am also becoming his lover! What should I do?'

After he left, it took a few moments for me to fully regain my senses.

I had never imagined my father could be such a lecher.

When I returned to my dorm, the housekeeper immediately assigned me to clean the windows.

"Why is this newcomer so clueless? Can't she see there's work to be done?"

I recalled what Susan had said before taking my place. 'You're just pretending to be a nanny. I won't actually treat you like one.'

Yet, Susan hadn't lifted a finger to help me. Her true colors were beginning to show, but I still hesitated.

After all, this involved more than just betrayal—it involved someone's entire life.

Grabbing a rag, I went to wipe down the tables and chairs.

At that moment, I overheard a conversation from upstairs.

"Dad, I don't like that maid. Can you fire her?" Susan's voice was sharp, unmistakable.

"Susan, Amber hasn't done anything to you. Why do you keep insisting that I fire her?" Thomas asked.

In that split second, I felt my grip on the rag tighten.

'So that's how it is. Susan had always wanted me gone. She's been using my sympathy, trying to take my place all along,' I thought bitterly.

Being Called Upon

"She keeps badmouthing me and is a cunning person. I don't like her at all. You promised you'd always love me the most, so why are you choosing a morally corrupt maid over me?" Susan's voice whined from upstairs.

Thomas didn't respond right away. Susan continued, "You should kick that woman out and blacklist her from our family, so she can never come near us again!"

It was clear Thomas was reluctant. "We'll discuss this later. Give Amber a chance to prove herself. And don't bring this up again." His tone turned serious.

After that, silence fell from upstairs.

At this moment, I was infuriated.

Susan was clearly a two-faced bitch.

Here I was, worrying about what would happen if the truth came out and she went to jail. Yet, she was trying to kick me out of the house.

How could I have been so blind to trust her?

In a fit of anger, I threw the rag onto the table.

I had enough. I was ready to expose everything.

Just then, my father's bodyguard walked over.

Noticing his approach, I quickly picked up the rag and pretended to be diligently wiping the table.

The bodyguard came forward and snatched the rag from my hand. Then, he smiled as he helped me clean.

After a moment, he pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. "This is for you. I noticed you doing housework every day, so I prepared this hand cream especially for you."

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. By the way, do you have a boyfriend?" the bodyguard asked shyly.

His question left me speechless, my mouth hanging open.

'Wait… could it be that my father's bodyguard has feelings for me? What's going on in this world?'

…

As night fell, I paced around in the dormitory.

I had imagined countless scenarios for exposing Susan's true colors, but I never anticipated this one.

Then, someone came to relay a message.

"Amber, Mr. Wrenn wants to see you."

'Oh God!' It felt like the world was crashing down on me. The thought of what awaited me now sent shivers down my spine.

I refused to go, hoping my father would understand my rejection after tonight. But two hours later, several bodyguards appeared and forcibly dragged me away.

"What are you doing? Let me go! Help! I'm being kidnapped!"

They dragged me to the door, where my father's bodyguard was waiting.

I looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for help.

Seeing my desperation, he instructed the other bodyguards to release me.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Mr. Wrenn wants to see you tonight and has even bought protection…" He didn't finish his sentence.

Then, with a determined expression, he added, "If you don't want to go, just tell me. I'll take you away, even if it costs me my job. Are you willing to leave with me?"

Goosebumps rose all over my skin.

Of course, I didn't want to go with him! I was only in my early twenties, while the bodyguard looked much older.

"I think… you could be my…" I stopped myself, swallowing the rest of those hurtful words.

"Mr. Wrenn is waiting for you. He wants to see you now."

Despite my struggles, I was taken upstairs. The bodyguard pushed me into my father's room.

As soon as I entered, I collapsed to my knees by the door.

"Dad!" I cried.