Chapter 5: In The Den of Lion

Situation was fucked up for everyone, they were doing which they never imagined. Plotting against Adonis was difficult, especially when they saw the poverty together, but the changes he experienced while rising to this position made him worried about his friend who is everything for him. 

He started the engine, then he drove for fifteen minutes before stopping at an enormous gate. Her breathing was escalating as the car was heading on the premises. Her curious gaze was wandering everywhere, watching the amount of security and bodyguards holding gigantic guns in their hands, roaming on the balcony and teres of the mansion.

At every step was clutching her heart, but the face of her beloved sister pushed to any extent. The guild she was accumulating inside her was too much to care about her safety. She was determined and composed sooner and she thought to herself. 

“Here is the gate. Go in alone. Remember, the guards are going to interrogate you.” Damon warned her, slowing down the car checking outside of the window. No one saw her with him. 

“Don’t act nervous and answer all the questions like I’ve told you to.” He continued, and she nodded. They both are doting on each other. Damon asked her not to be nervous, but he was more nervous. She was here to save her sister from his best friend, but he was betraying his best friend for his own good. 

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ Ashley thought, looking at the mansion in front of her. 

“You are.” Damon replied, reading her mind and she forced a smile, trying to calm herself. 

“Go!” He ordered, and she nodded again, then swallowed the lump that formed in her throat before climbing down from his car. 

“If there is any problem, you can call me.” He added before driving off. 

She stood at the gate, hearing the loud noise coming from her heart. She trembled suddenly, then the gate opened and a guard who was probably in his early thirties came outside. 

He was muscularly built as his abs gushed out from his guard uniform, daring to tear it. 

“What are you doing here, young lady?” He asked as he scanned her under his dark shades he was wearing. 

“I...ca...me for the position of a maid.” She stuttered, looking here and there. 

“Ohh, you can come in.” He then signaled for the gate to be opened and it did. He winked at her before guiding her inside. She shrieked at the thought of him hitting on her and nearly ran inside. She heard him chuckling him at her. 

‘you’re like my daddy, you pig!’ She thought. ‘at least that was easy.’ When inside, she gasped at the vast mansion in front of her. Their house was nothing compared to what stood in front of her. 

The walkway led to the front door of the mansion. Around it was grass and flowers. A beautiful garden. 

‘This guy is stinky rich.’ She thought while roaming her widened eyes all over the magnificent decor. His mansion was ten times more expensive than her home. 

“This way,” the guard directed, which interrupted her thoughts as she stood gasping. The guard led her to the back of the building.

“Here is the maid’s quarter and a maid will show your room.” The guard said, then left. She entered quietly, looking for someone to guide her further. She sneaked into the kitchen when the door opened.

The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maids running here and there in their maid uniform. I have to do this work for Amelia. She didn't know how to handle this new job. She was quaking at all; the maid was running swiftly, handling multiple things with only their two hands. Except for some basic work, she knew nothing about the household job. She was used to ordering back. 

“Are you the new maid?” an older woman who in her 60s interrogated me.

“Huu? Yes ma I am.” She instantly agreed, nodding her head. 

“I miss Clara, the head cook.” She crossed her hands over her chest, straightening her position. 

“And you are?” She asked, narrowing her black eyes at her. She looked quite strict with her black hair, eyes and dress combo. 

“Ashley” She took a step back, getting suffocated at her behavior. 

“Here is your uniform. Wear it whenever you are on duty.” She threw a new set of uniforms from a nearby drawer. 

“Your room is on the left. You already have a roommate.” 

“Now, back to business.” She ordered and pulled her over to the stove where a bowl of batter was kept. 

“Make this pancake for master Adonis and master Damon.” Miss. Clara started yelling at me. She was stunned, but she had to do it. She never imagined she had to join immediately the moment she put her step in his den and have to cook for him.

She took her time to make the pancakes because it was not only for Damon but for the so-called matter Adonis, the bastard who captured her sister. She cooked unwillingly, struggling not to mess up things. When she was done, she put it on a tray and a maid directed her to the dinner table.

Her steps were slow and steady, she got nearer and her fears grew no bound. The only words that were resounding like a bell in her head were ‘Don’t get caught or all your family will be wiped out within the twinkle of an eye.’

She recognised the voice of Damon coming from the dining room along with the silvery yet stony voice which shivered down her spine when she walked nearer the dining table. 

She took a step closer and her eye came into contact with master Adonis; his face looked so emotionless and straight radiating cold and suffocating persona. 

She bowed to them as a sign of respect, when she remembered what one of her maids did while passing by them and then arranged the food on the table. She turned to leave when his masculine voice halted me, dropping her heart in her stomach. 

“Are you the new maid?” Master Adonis asked, keeping her head straight instead of looking at her.