Bound by the love of virgin mother

The sleek royal car stood still near the grand gates of the mansion, its engine humming softly against the silence of the vast estate. A young girl sitting inside, gazed out of the tinted window, her wide eyes fixed on the imposing structure ahead. The mansion stood like a timeless masterpiece-its white marble walls gleaming under the sunlight, crowned by intricate spires that seemed to touch the sky.

For a moment, she couldn't move; her heart pounded with a mix of awe and unease. She had never seen such grandeur up close, let alone set foot in a place like this. Her fingers clutched the seat as her gaze swept across the sprawling gardens beyond the gates. The towering iron bars opened slowly, and the car rolled forward, carrying her deeper into this new world.

As they drove down the paved path leading to the mansion, her eyes were drawn to the beauty around her. The garden pathways were lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and blooming roses in shades of crimson, ivory, and gold. A crystal-clear fountain stood at the center of a circular driveway, its water cascading in rhythmic elegance. She couldn't stop herself from whispering, "It's so beautiful..."

Yet, behind the admiration, a flicker of hesitation lingered in her chest. She had never felt so out of place, never stepped into such opulence. Her thoughts raced, consumed by self-doubt and the overwhelming scale of it all.

Suddenly, the car came to a halt. The sharp sound of the door opening snapped her out of her reverie.

"Serena, step out, please," came the calm voice of Preston.

She turned to see his outstretched hand, steady and inviting. Taking a deep breath, she placed her trembling hand in his and stepped out of the car. The cool breeze brushed against her face as she took her first step onto the mansion's stone driveway.

The entrance loomed ahead-double doors of polished mahogany, framed by golden accents and intricate carvings. As they approached, the line of uniformed staff came into view. Each servant stood at attention, their crisp uniforms and bowed heads radiating discipline and respect , she greeted each servant with a gentle nod..

Preston led Serena inside the mansion...while they both walking, a soft click of her heels echoing against the marble. The moment they crossed the threshold of the grand doors, Serena's breath caught again. The inside of the mansion was even more breathtaking than she had imagined, a world where every corner spoke of luxury and beautiful decor...

Serena stood still, her eyes widening as they took in the breathtaking sight before her...The mansion was nothing short of a masterpiece-a dream carved out of reality. Its towering structure seemed to touch the heavens, with every inch speaking of wealth, power, and timeless elegance.

Suddenly a group of servants entered, carefully escorting a woman in a wheelchair , her delicate frame was draped in a simple yet elegant cashmere shawl, and her some silver hair was styled neatly, framing a face that carried the wisdom of decade..

"Serena, meet my mom ,mrs.Janet Bosh," Preston said, his voice calm yet commanding as he gestured toward the woman in the wheelchair.

Serena's gaze fell on the woman in the wheelchair. The lady appeared delicate, her body still as if frozen in time. Her frail hands rested on the armrests, unmoving, and her head leaned slightly to the side.

Serena hesitated for a moment, unsure how to greet her. The woman didn't respond, didn't even blink, as if locked away in a world where time had stopped. Gathering her courage, Serena stepped closer and bent down slightly. "Hello, ma'am," she said softly, her voice trembling with both warmth and hesitation.

Though her face was serene, there was a haunting emptiness in her eyes-a quiet resignation that spoke of years of silence and stillness.There was no reply, no flicker of recognition, only the faint sound of the lady's breathing, steady but hollow, filling the quiet space . As looking towards the lady , her heart softing instantly...

Preston cleared his throat, breaking the stillness. "She... she hasn't moved or spoken in two years," he said, his tone distant, almost guarded. "Doctors say it's some kind of psychological and physical paralysis. No one really knows why."

Serena's chest tightened as she looked at the woman again, trying to imagine the weight of such a life. Her eyes wandered over the intricate embroidery of the lady's shawl, lovingly draped over her shoulders, and she wondered how someone so full of grace and dignity could be trapped in such silence.

I'm sorry..." Serena whispered, unsure if her words could reach the woman or if they were meant for Preston, who now looking at her with soft gaze. Something about the scene felt deeply unsettling yet heartbreakingly tender..

"It's okay.." he says reassuringly, his tone warm yet measured..Preston steps closer to his mother, standing protectively by her side as he gestures toward Serena with a soft smile..Turning slightly toward Serena, he adds, "Mom, meet Serena Jonas..She's a dear friend of mine and an exceptional physiotherapist." His voice carries a blend of pride and hope, as though he's placing a fragile dream in Serena's capable hands..

Looking back at his mother, his gaze softens. "I truly believe she'll take excellent care of you and help you regain your strength. I'm counting on her to succeed where others couldn't."His words hang in the air, heavy with emotion, as he watches Serena with hopefully...

Serena slowly moves closer to her, her steps measured and gentle, as if afraid to disturb the fragile air surrounding the woman. Kneeling gracefully before her, Serena reaches out and takes Janet's delicate hand into her own. Her touch is tender, her hands soft yet steady, as she gently squeezes Janet's hand in reassurance.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Bosh," Serena says softly, her voice carrying warmth and sincerity. She gazes at Janet's serene face, her eyes searching for even the faintest flicker of response. "I know you can't speak to me, but I truly hope that meeting me brings you some happiness, just as it has brought me joy to meet you."

Her words are laced with quiet hope, as if willing her emotions to reach the woman who seemed locked away in her own silence.Suddenly, Janet's eyes meet Serena's, and for a fleeting moment, there's the faintest flicker of movement in her still form. Her fingers tremble ever so slightly...

But before Serena or Preston can process what they've just witnessed, a commanding voice cuts through the moment like a blade.

"What's going on here?"

The deep, authoritative tone of the man and his presence instantly draws every ounce of attention in the room. Serena and Preston turn toward the source of the voice, their thoughts interrupted, as a heavy stillness falls over the hall...

Jackson Bosh standing tall with a commanding presence, his sharp features seemed carved from stone, and his piercing eyes held an intensity that could silence a room.The air is thick with silence, broken only by the echo of Jackson's footsteps as he approaches..

Every servant in the room straightens up in a practiced motion, forming a perfect line and bowing deeply in respect. Their synchronized movements only amplify the tension as Jackson strides into the room, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seems to stretch across the ornate hall..

"Jackson," Preston began, his voice steady but cautious, "I'd like you to meet Serena."

Jackson tilted his head slowly, his movements measured, as if every second was his to control. His piercing eyes locked onto Serena, cold and unyielding, scrutinizing her..His silence was louder than words, and Serena felt the weight of his gaze settle heavily on her..

"She's the physiotherapist I've brought to help Mother," Preston continued, his tone lighter, attempting to bridge the tension..

Jackson's brow furrowed slightly as he stood on his place , "A physiotherapist?" he said, his voice low and cutting. "What exactly makes you think you're qualified for her care.."

"I don't want any random bitch wandering near my mother," Jackson's voice was cold and cutting, his words slicing through the air like a blade. Without sparing a second glance at Serena, he turned on his heel, his presence commanding as he began to stride away, leaving an icy silence in his wake

Before Jackson could respond, a faint sound broke the tension-a soft creak of movement from the wheelchair at the far side of the room..It wasn't much, but it was enough to halt Jackson mid-step. His sharp, calculating gaze flicked toward the source of the sound..

Mrs. Bosh, whose fragile form had been motionless until now.Her hand twitched slightly, her fingers curling almost imperceptibly against the armrest. It was the smallest of movements, yet it felt monumental..