Masukđ Authorâs Note
Hello my dear readers! â¤ď¸ Thank you so much for your endless support in following [THE MAID WHO WAS TRAPPED BY THE BILLIONAIRE]. Because of you, weâve now reached the next chapter of the story. In Book 2, the secrets will deepen, the emotions will intensify, and this is where you will finally follow the fate of the twins whom Dark and Roxane have long been searching for. Are you ready for new revelations, new challenges, and new characters that will stir your emotions? The battle is far from over⌠and Book 2 is where the most intense part of their story begins. So hold on tight, because everything youâve been waiting for in the first book will slowly unfold here. ⨠But this is not yet the final chapter of Book 2. THANK YOU VERY MUCH! â BATINOAfter 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
Madam Cathy suddenly froze and stared at Clairox for a long moment. Despite the noise of the police officers and guards continuing their investigation, it felt as though her world had frozen the moment she heard the young manâs voiceânot the confident and composed man from earlier, but the real him⌠a fifteen-year-old boy trembling in fear. âMy GodâŚâ she whispered softly to herself, almost too quietly for anyone else to hear. She felt sorry for Clairox. At such a young age, he could compete with adults in their twenties, carrying himself with the confidence and elegance of a grown man⌠but now that fear and anxiety had struck him head-on, he had returned to his innocent self. Clairox lowered his head, holding back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He didnât want to appear weak, but the trembling of his hands and the shakiness in his voice clearly revealed his exhaustion and fear. Madam Cathy slowly approached him, like a mother ready to embrace her wounded child. She lo
Inside Mr. Nathaniel Villamonteâs Office⌠The entire room was silent, with only the faint ticking of the large clock on the wall echoing through the space. Mrs. Vellama stared sharply at Lyka, suspicion and uneasiness clearly written on her face. Slowly, she walked toward her husbandâs desk and pl
While some secretly laughed at Roxaneâs obvious ignorance, others could not hide their disgust and disappointment, as if they were slowly losing faith in Ama Clinthon. âThat?!â Ismeralda Rechenora whispered sharply, each syllable nearly tearing with mockery. âThat? Is that the one who will replace
âArrest that insolent man and throw him into the cell immediately!â The thunderous voice of Father Clinthon roared like crashing thunder inside the vast hall. His men moved instantly, rushing forward and grabbing Dark tightly, as if he had no right to breathe in that place. âW-wait a moment, plea
âWhy do I need to divorce my wife?!â he shouted, his voice nearly breaking from anger and desperation. âSheâs pregnant! And I can fight for her!â âYou insolent fool!â Fatherâs voice thundered. His chest pounded with fury, his face flushed red as he pointed at him as if he had no right to stand the







