The Westwood family looked like they belonged on magazine covers.
A seaside mansion. A fleet of luxury cars. And one only child — Isabella.

Doctors said she had been born blind.
The most expensive doctors in the country.
For years, Isabella lived in darkness. Endless therapies. Specialists flown in from everywhere. Nothing worked.
Her father, billionaire tycoon James Westwood, spent millions searching for a cure that never came.

Until she arrived.
María was the new housekeeper. She had just come from a small village and desperately needed the job.
The very first day she saw Isabella, something felt… wrong.

Why does a blind child avoid furniture so perfectly? she wondered.

So María watched. Quietly. Carefully. Without saying a word.

She noticed how Isabella only “tripped” when her parents were nearby.
How her supposedly lifeless eyes followed birds outside the window when no one was looking.
How she smiled while watching cartoons on the small TV in the servants’ quarters.

One afternoon, María found her alone in the garden.

Isabella was reading a book.

A normal book.
Not Braille.

When the girl sensed someone behind her, she slammed the book shut and instantly put on that empty, distant stare.

But it was too late.

María had seen everything.