The Devil Billionaire Series

Boris Volkov's funeral was the most expensive ever in Las Vegas, and the most scandalous too.

The affluent billionaire in his seventies died with an erection which refused to come down hours later when he was being cremated.

"Is it that gramps popped more Viagra pills or something? I must say, it's quite massive. Wonder whom he was trying to fuck."

The eldest granddaughter of the famous Volkov family whispered to her cousin who adjusted her expensive shades and muttered in the same tone,

"Who else? We all know that he was banging the slut of a maid. See, she's pretending to weep."

Two pairs of eyes in dark shades turned to the petite frame in a black dress with brown hair and ombre highlights.

Her threadbare dress which did nothing to hide her curves stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of custom-made designers' suits and jewelry.

"Tsk tsk, Elena truly is shameless, I wonder if..."

The voice of the eldest granddaughter was cut off by the minister who led in the funeral.

Thirty minutes later, the entire family gathered in the expansive living room of the large villa, checking the time by their watch with impatience.

Their eyes lit up as soon as they saw the lawyer approach them with a heavy bag in hand.

"Let me help you," Elena raced towards him, beads of sweat rolling down her clear olive skin as she carried the bag and placed it on the table.

"Chop chop, you may leave now." The eldest daughter of the late Mr Volkov said, and her sister added,

"And clean the bag, we don't want any filthy poverty aura on our property."

Laughter echoed through the living room, and Elena swallowed hard, clasping her fingers together.

"My apologies."

However, as she made to walk away, the middle aged lawyer cleared his throat, "Actually, Ms Elena has to be here. Sit, please."

Gasps of shock tore from the lips of the family, glances exchanged with wide eyes.

"Is she in the will as a witness? Whatever, she's not sitting next to me."

The family started to keep their designers' bags on the seats next to them, their eyes filled with hateful defiance.

The eldest granddaughter had two empty spaces close to her, and she placed her dog's poop on one, her eyes mocking Elena,

"Ouch, I have to take this to the lab later so..."

The family laughed again, and Elena lowered her head, ignoring the pounding of her heart.

Pushing away the urge to give them a taste of their own medicine, she pulled out the smallest seat kept for the family dog and sat on it.

Only one person, the youngest daughter of the family offered to help Elena, but the maid refused politely.

"Okay, we will now read the will of the late Boris Volkov..."

As soon as the lawyer started to speak, the loud noise of a landing helicopter echoed from the outside, drawing every attention to the windows.

"Who the hell is returning now? Hey, Lawyer, just read the damn will; I have a beauty spa appointment!'

The heavy gigantic doors of the villa opened widely, revealing a security officer first.

Then a tall hunk of a sex god strode in, his gait as rugged as his sharp features, his aura that of an untamed stallion.

Thick black hair and amber pupils hovered dangerously through the room, until they rested on the maid.

Or more so, burned into her skin, which heated up as soon as he walked in.

"M...Mikhail?"

The only son of the late Boris who had made a name for himself as a global business tycoon and sworn never to return to the house was here?

His networth was higher than that of his father and he didn't even need the damn money!

Whispers broke out, but they were all hushed by the lawyer, who cleared his throat.

"Thank you for honoring the invitation, Sir. Now that we are complete..."

He took a deep breath and read.

Half of the thick book later, and Boris gave nothing to any of his female kids! He handed one of his unsuccessful companies to his grandkids to share.

"That fucking misogynist! Did he give everything to his son?"

Again, the lawyer continued, "...Half of the entire Volkov Group, my lands and assets will go to my son, Mikhail."

Sighs echoed through the villa, but half?

All ears waited.

"And the remaining half to Elena Taylor, who took care of me for years. However, Mikhail must be together with her for six months before he can claim his inheritance. If my son refuses, then the entire Volkov group and all my assets and shares will go to Elena."

A bombshell was dropped.

Silence enveloped the living room for a second, different pairs of eyes turning slowly to the maid.

The maid!

"I...I don't understand. Gramps gave me some trashy liquor company but the fucking maid gets the land, the shares and the group?"

"I knew you were fucking him! Did you slip something in his drink?"

"You must have killed him after tampering with the will! Lawyer! I wanna sue this gold-digging bitch!"

The family rose to their feet and rushed towards the maid who sat like an empty shell, confusion and disbelief in her crystal eyes.

As they pulled her hair apart and attempted to choke her to death, a voice, cold and raspy echoed through the villa,

"Enough!"

One command, but that was all it took for all the hands to leave Elena, chests heaving in rage.

"Leave us alone."

No one dared to disobey that voice, and they took a step back, whispering among themselves,

"Oh, we have nothing to worry about. Mikhail would destroy the house before getting back together with that slut, and don't worry, he won't let her get a dime as well."

With that said, the rest of the family trooped upstairs, knowing that the hatred they felt for Elena was nothing compared to how Mikhail felt for her.

After all, she was his gold-digging slut of an ex-wife,

Who had turned around to become his father's mistress.