The Billionaire's Playmate (ENGLISH)

The Billionaire's Playmate by: Pennieee (ENGLISH)Thaliana Tangi Dela Vezca"You are not getting any younger, and I want grandchildren, Tangi! What are your plans for your life? I've always told you that having your own family would make your life happier. You never listen. This is what I've been telling you! You are already twenty-nine years old!"I am Thaliana Tangi Dela Vezca, the youngest child of George Romualdo Dela Vezca, a billionaire with numerous businesses both in the Philippines and abroad. Our family is renowned because our last name consistently appears on the list of the wealthiest families in the Philippines. Moreover, my father is quite sociable; he has befriended nearly every prominent figure in this country, giving us valuable connections.And here he is again, pressuring me once more, talking about marriage. I'm 29, yes, but marriage has never been on my mind because the truth is... I don't want to get married. I don't want a man. I'm incredibly content with my lif

"What do you need here, miss?"I glanced at the guard. I knew I couldn't just enter this village easily, and it seemed like wealthy people lived here. I was about to walk past, but then he spoke. The guard seemed friendly. Could I charm him?"Uh, well... I heard that Mr. Valleje's house is here. I was planning to apply as a maid," I said.The guard stepped down and approached me. I took a step back and tightened the cloth tied around my head. My disguise seemed fine; I had checked myself multiple times in the mirror before leaving home.I was wearing a skirt that went past my knees, black socks, and flowery rubber shoes I had bought from a woman I saw in Taytay yesterday. She said she couldn't sell them, so I bought them.I was also wearing a long-sleeved shirt. It was hot, but I could endure it rather than exposing my smooth arms. I didn't want anyone to believe I was poor and looking for work."Is Mr. Valleje looking for a maid?" the Guard asked his companion.Oh no, I didn't think

"What did you say?"I raised one hand and flashed a peace sign at him when I saw the anger forming on his face. Seriously, my dad said he's a good person?! Why is he getting mad so quickly?!"I-I was just joking, sir. You don't seem to have a sense of humor! H-hehe..."I lowered my hand and clasped them together."Don't worry, sir. I will never develop feelings for you. You're not my type anyway. I prefer guys with chinito features, and you're not chinito. Besides, you're kind of scary," I said.Especially that hotdog of yours. It looked like it was ready to attack at any moment."By the way, I am Rozzean Cyron Valleje. I just want to clear things before I accept you, Tali—what I mean is I want that rule in my house clear to you," he said.I nodded and smiled. I gave him a thumbs-up, which I quickly lowered when I saw no reaction from him.I'll note down in my notebook later the good and bad about him, I need to note his attitude! But of course, I prefer to write down the bad things a

Time passed, and Rozzean didn't come out of the room again. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and I had already cooked dinner. I asked Manang what he might want for dinner, and she said that our boss's favorite is "Tinolang Manok", a famous Filipino-style chicken soup.So I immediately cooked it. However, he still hasn't come downstairs. It's tiring to go up to his room because this house is so huge.Now I'm here in the living room with Manang. We're watching a show on TV. It's good that we are allowed to do this; not all housemaids have this privilege."Manang, how about you? Haven't you eaten yet?" I asked her.I was starting to feel hungry. I haven't had lunch. I had forgotten to eat before leaving my house."I won't eat until Sir eats," she replied.I pursed my lips. Was that Rozzean's rule?But to be honest, I have already noticed a few things about him in the few hours I've been here.First, he had a short temper, which isn't really good for me, because I have pets who can be

He looked away from me and glanced in another direction. I followed his gaze and immediately stood up when I understood what he was trying to convey. There was another room connected to this one. I walked towards it. When I saw clothes, shoes, watches, and jewelry, I was truly amazed. This man is incredibly organized!I quickly grabbed some black clothing. His casual wear consisted mainly of black, gray, and white. When I returned, I approached him."Sir, please put this on," I said, placing the clothes on the edge of the bed. His eyes were closed."Are you going to sleep again, sir?""D-Do you... c-can you... help... me... dress?" I heard him say, even though it was faint.He's already sick, and yet he's still so grumpy!He sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. When he was about to get his clothes to put them on, I saw that he was having difficulty lifting both of his arms. I took a deep breath and approached, kneeling on the bed and reaching out to take the clothes fro