Hopelessly Devoted

I met Raphael at our village's festival, where everyone was preparing to celebrate one of the most special occasions. I was working as a maid for the Montenegro family, who rarely stayed at their mansion because they were busy running their businesses in different places. Don Markus and Madam Gloria, the heads of the Montenegro family, were kind and generous. However, in my over ten years of serving them, I had never met their two male heirs. I had heard that they were living abroad, where they had completed their studies. According to the older servants, Sir Raphael, the eldest son of Don Markus and Madam Gloria, was around my age. However, none of them had seen him, except for his parents' personal assistant and the strict head maid, Ms. Karen. I first saw Raphael in the yard, where I was planting vegetable seeds. He was a handsome young man with a perfect physique, blonde hair, and piercing eyes. I was stunned, especially when he took off his black polo shirt in front of me. I

From then on, Raphael and I became close friends, and I even introduced him to Betty. But our friendship deepened into something more than just friends. "I like you, Delilah. I know you like me too, don't you?" That was the first time he confessed his feelings to me, and since it was my first love, I couldn't bring myself to reject him or hide my true feelings from him. It feels great to be in love, especially when the person you've been dreaming of likes you back. It's as if my life suddenly became more colorful, with a permanent smile on my face, like I'm walking on clouds, and a romantic song whispering in my ears. However, I kept our relationship a secret from Betty. Even though we didn't know each other that well, or what his true personality was, I accepted him because I loved him that much. I had no idea about his background, his past, or his family, but all I knew was that he was the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I couldn't think of anyone else, and whereve

The Montenegro family only stayed at the hacienda for two days. I was standing outside the mansion, watching Raphael's back as he left. I felt a pang in my heart as I looked at him. I swallowed hard because I felt like I was going to cry at any moment. My fists were clenched, and I could still feel the anger rising from my heart. I didn't want to talk to him, and I didn't want to see him again. But I wanted to ask him why he did that to me? Why did he deceive me and hide his true identity as the heir of Montenegro? And most of all, I wanted to know if he really loved me or if he just played with my feelings? Because of what happened and what I discovered, I kept my pregnancy a secret from him. I had no intention of telling him about it. I also had no plans of introducing him to my child as his father. I would make sure that he wouldn't know my child and that the Montenegros wouldn't take my child away from me. After that day, I never saw Raphael again. I didn't hear anything about him,

As the sun set, we prepared dinner for the Montenegro family again. While others were busy setting the table, I prepared the silverware and plates they would use. Just a few moments later, the family came down the long staircase. But I immediately noticed that Raphael was not with them. Claus looked at me, but I just bowed my head."Where's Raphael?" his father asked."I went to his room earlier and talked to him. He said he didn't feel like eating dinner. Maybe he wants to rest or maybe his head is hurting again," his mother replied. I felt worried about what I heard. Is he okay? I felt like going to his room and giving him medicine so his headache would go away. But I knew I had no right to do that."He's been having headaches for days. Hasn't he recovered yet from his accident?" his father asked, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I frowned, wondering if what I heard was true."The doctor said it's normal for him to feel severe headaches because of the serious injury he sustain

As I left Raphael's room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced over my shoulder, but he was already busy with his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen. I made my way back to the kitchen, my mind racing with thoughts. What was Raphael's game? Was he really just trying to get to know me better, or was there something more sinister at play? As I entered the kitchen, I found Betty busy preparing dinner. She looked up at me and smiled. "Hey, how was your meeting with Sir?" I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "It was fine," I said finally. "He just wanted to teach me how to use the walkie-talkie." Betty's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "And? Did you learn anything new?" I shook my head. "Not really. Just the basics." Betty nodded, seeming to accept my explanation. But as I turned to leave, I caught her watching me with a thoughtful expression. I wondered if she suspected something, if she knew more about Raphael's plans than she was letting on. Bu