LOGINđ Authorâs Note â Book 2: The Maid Who Was Trapped by the Billionaire
Hello my dear readers! â¤ď¸ Thank you so much for your unwavering support for Book 1. Because of all of you, we have now reached a new chapter in the story of Roxane and Dark Nathaniel. In Book 2, the battle becomes more intense and more emotional. It is no longer just about the love between the two of them, but also about what they have long been searching forâthe twins who were separated from them in the midst of tragedy. Here, you will follow the story of Clairox and Roxiel, the twins who do not know their true origins. Their return will open new secrets, revelations, and battles that will test not only the family, but also the power and loyalty of the people around them. So hold on tight, because the fight begins againâmore intense, more painful, and filled with more love. ⨠Synopsis (Book 2: The Maid Who Was Trapped by the Billionaire â The Lost Twins) Fifteen years have passed since Drick, Lyka, and the twins disappeared in the chaos caused by the men of Benjie Clinmax. In a tragedy that left ashes and wounds, Drick and Lykaâs memories were erasedâbut not their hearts. And in the midst of everything they lost, the only thing left to them were two small infants, whom they lovingly raised and treated as their own children. Clairox Villar and Roxiel Villar grew up under simple love, believing that Drick and Lyka were their real parents. Meanwhile, on the other side, Dark Nathaniel and Roxane continue to live in pain and longing. Despite their success and power, everything feels meaningless as long as the twins are not with them. As time passes, the wounds of both families grow deeperâone trapped in the past and longing, and the other building a new beginning based on a destiny shaped by lies. But time, amnesia, and power are not enough to defeat fate. Time will once again test how these two worlds, long separated, will meet. And with the return of memories, one question will be revealed: are they all ready for the truth that may break the family they have held onto with all their hearts? BATINOâWho could that woman be?â Roxiel whispered to himself, gripping the strap of his bag tightly. He could not get Steffieâs gaze and the words she had spoken out of his mind. âHow did she know our surname? Could it be that Clairox is the one sheâs really looking forâmy twin?â He let out a quiet sigh before slowly nodding, as if regretting something. âShit⌠I only remembered now.â His heart felt heavy as he walked toward his motorcycle, ready to leave the school and escape the questions clouding his mind. The cold breeze in the parking area seemed to share his uneasiness, whistling between the parked vehicles as the afternoon sky gradually darkened. But before he could even start the engine, an unexpected scene caught him off guard. Four women arrived at the parking area together. Their presence immediately drew attention. They were elegantly dressed, carried themselves with confidence, and every step they took exuded beauty and authority. The voices of several students nearby fell si
After the final ring of the bell signaling the end of the exam, Roxiel quickly gathered his things. He wasted no timeâstuffing his pen and papers into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and almost rushing out of the classroom. He could still feel the pressure from the difficult test weighing on him, so the only thing on his mind was getting away and finally breathing freely. âHey, wait for me!â his twin brother, Clairox, called out while running after him, clutching his own bag whose zipper was nearly coming undone. But before they could completely leave the corridor, a voice suddenly called out, cutting through the quiet atmosphere. âMr. Villar? The Auction Boy bodyguard?â The twins instantly turned around. From the side of the hallway, a beautiful young woman approached themâfair-skinned, graceful, and clearly from a wealthy background. Her long hair perfectly matched her expensive and elegant outfit, immediately drawing the attention of the remaining students nearby. Roxi
I need to finish this exam. I canât answer my phone even if I know Mr. Clifford is calling, Roxiel whispered to himself as he forced his attention back to the test paper. He could feel the weight of every passing second, especially knowing how important that call wasâbut passing this final examination mattered even more to him right now. For a brief moment, he glanced at his twin brother, Clairox, who was seated several rows away. Their desks were separated, and each of their name tags was clearly displayed so their classmates and professors would not confuse them. Roxiel noticed the slight furrow in Clairoxâs brows, as if he were carefully observing his every move. Suddenlyâ Vrrrrttt⌠vrrrrttt⌠The faint vibration of Roxielâs cellphone echoed from beneath his desk. In the silence of the classroom, the sound felt as loud as thunder. Roxiel flinched, and several classmates nearly jumped in surprise as they lifted their eyes from their exam papers. âRoxiel!â their supervisor shoute
Days, weeks, months, and years passedâtime seemed to move so quickly for Clairox and Roxiel. From mischievous little boys full of childish innocence, they had now grown into young men who had entered college. The once simple and innocent appearance of the twins had been shaped by time and experience; their posture became sharper, their eyes more intense, and their charisma far more powerfulâsomething that hardly matched their young age of fifteen. Despite all the hardships, Clairox continued living as a working student. He never gave up on his dream of escaping poverty and finishing his studies, no matter how difficult life became. Their parents knew this, and although they understood how heavy their sonâs burdens were, they could also feel his determination in every single day he spent balancing work and school. There were even nights when he would come home completely exhausted, barely able to eat, yet he still forced himself to smile just so his family would not worry. Meanwhile,
Roxiel Villar : POV I need to bring this money to the orphanage. So I can help the children who have no parents⌠the children with no home, no blankets, and not even a single grain of rice to fill their stomachs. As I rode my motorcycleâthe brand-new one I bought using the full payment from Mr. CliffordâI couldnât stop myself from letting out a deep sigh. âYou people keep raising your bids at auctions⌠but not once have you ever thought of sharing even a tiny portion with those in need,â I muttered while twisting the throttle, the engine roaring beneath me. âEspecially the Clinthon Crownâtheyâre richer than the government itself! Yet they still have no compassionâŚâ As the wheels rolled along the concrete road, memories of how I first met Mr. Clifford slowly came flooding back. I was only ten years old back then. It was during the height of a storm. Floodwaters filled the streets, trees swayed violently as if they were about to collapse, and the sky raged with thunder and light
âWhatâs going on here? And whatâs that youâre holding, Clairox? And whatâs on the table?â Drick, their father, asked with wide eyes as he stared at the glistening roasted pig sitting in the center of the table. âIs that really roasted pig, or am I just imagining things?â he added, his voice growing sharper. The mixture of confusion and concern was clearly visible on his face. âAnd what about that, Clairox? Is that roasted chicken too?â he asked firmly while pointing at the whole roasted chicken his son was carrying. âWhere did you get the money to buy all thatâespecially the roasted pig?â His tone tightened, no longer simply curious but now demanding answers. Meanwhile, Mama Lyka remained silent. She only glanced briefly at her children before slowly turning away and heading toward the kitchen. Their dinner for tonight was originally supposed to be three medium-sized milkfishâcheap fish she had carefully squeezed into their limited budget just to make ends meet. But what she saw o
âListen to me, Miss Hermenez!â Mr. Villamonte shouted, trembling with anger. âListen carefully! How could you say youâre pregnant, huh?! My son has only been here in the Philippines for four days! Thatâs suspicious! You barely met each other yesterday, and now youâre telling me youâre pregnant?! Wh
Roxane froze in shock. âOh my gosh! Sir is dreaming again!â she whispered as she peeked from the side of the bed. âWow, thatâs intense⌠like a teleserye with an Aegis theme song.â Her eyes widened. âThe woman in his dream is hot though. Oof! Probably has abs tooâlike me, but reversed. And the wa
âWell, well⌠looks like youâre having fun, huh?â A cold but meaningful voice suddenly sliced through the cheerful laughter of the two women. Roxane and Lyka instantly turned to the sourceâand their eyes widened in shock. âSir NathanielâŚâ they both said almost in unison, their voices laced with s
Meanwhile, outside the room, Dark spoke firmly to his mother. âMama, what are you doing coming here without telling me?â âSon, you need to knowâthis is not a normal incident. The abduction of Roxaneâs family carries threats. There was a helicopter. Armed men. This wasnât done by ordinary people.â







