QUEEN had barely gotten out of her car when the gate to the Escobar estate slid open on its own. She hadn't been interrogated, and no one had asked who she was, which only meant one thing, someone in the mansion had seen her arrival and allowed her in. Or perhaps, the guards had grown so used to her presence that protocol had been thrown out the window.Today, she came unannounced, but with a mission. After several sleepless nights and Bianca’s piercing words ringing in her head, Queen had resolved to do something she hadn’t done in her entire life.Beg.Her hairy flipflop slapped against the smooth stone pavement as she walked further into the compound. She was dressed casually, yes, but her version of casual still screamed seduction. She wore a short cream-colored gown with a deep neckline that showcased her cleavages, fitting her like a glove. Her hair flowed down her shoulders in perfect curls, her makeup was flawless, and her lips, glossed in a sweet cherry red, curved into a hop
OSWALD had finally met all the conditions Orlanda gave, and so they were now an item. They were now officially dating.This morning, Orlanda was up early. She needed to prepare his breakfast and she made it with so much care, laying out the tray with everything he liked, toast, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed juice, and that special tea blend he always wanted. She placed it all carefully on the dining table, arranging everything just the way he preferred it. Then she stood beside him as he ate, watching his every movement like she used to, like she did when she was his maid. She was even dressed in her maid uniform.“Is the toast too soft or too hard, sir?” she asked, tilting her head playfully.Oswald didn’t say a word, just kept chewing.“Is the tea too sugary? Should I taste it?” she asked again, biting back a grin. He didn't reply her and she continued.“Should I eat a little of the toast to be sure it isn't poisoned? Should I drink off the juice, then discard it and pour another? S
TRUE to her word, Orlanda took care of King like he was her own, just as she used to do. She had her chauffeur accompany Kate back to the Grimes’ house to pack up the necessary clothes and supplies she would need for the next three days. Another chauffeur was placed in charge of picking King up from school and bringing him home safely. Orlanda ensured he was well-fed, bathed, and assisted with his school works brought home. He lacked nothing.But for Kate, it was pure hell.She swept, she dusted, she washed, her limbs ached in places she didn’t know could hurt. Her pride was battered, her dignity buried beneath the uniforms she had once scorned.Now she stood in the kitchen, glaring at the potatoes and vegetables before her like they were her enemies. She rolled up the sleeves of the stiff uniform, cursing under her breath as she reached for the chopping board.Just then, Orlanda walked in, barefoot and calm, dressed in a silk robe. Her presence immediately shifted the air, and Kate s
THE next morning, after dropping King off at school, Kate drove straight to the Oswald mansion. Her heart thumped with excitement as she approached the high gates, recalling the message she had received the night before. Unlike her previous attempts, this time she was let in, no interrogation, no delay. They were expecting her.She parked her car just outside the main building and stepped out, her eyes immediately soaking in the luxury that surrounded her. It was her first time entering the mansion grounds properly, and everything looked like a scene straight out of a billionaire fairytale, neatly trimmed lawns, tall fountains, and walls that sparkled like they were polished by angels.She walked into the living room, and her footsteps came to an abrupt halt.There, in front of her, were Orlanda and Oswald… laughing. Playing. Almost cuddling. They didn’t even notice her presence.Kate swallowed hard, blinking in disbelief. ‘What in the world…?’Was this the same Orlanda who grew up in
THAT was one condition met for day one. Next on his list, Oswald was to do something special. He had it figured out already, Orlanda had said, something out of place, something unusual. And so, he was gonna do this; spend a whole day without giving a single order, just ask, politely. This was something out of place right? Something unusual. And so he did.The staff at the office had barely started their after break routines when the buzz began."Did he just say please?" A junior staff whispered to her colleague next to her."I thought I misheard," the colleague replied, adjusting his glasses.Oswald asked his chef at the office if lunch could be brought to his lounge. He asked. He didn't bark. He didn't glare. He didn't threaten. He just asked, with a low, calm tone and a quiet please. The chef staff nearly dropped her phone in shock.Nathan stared at him like he had grown a second head.“You good, boss?” he was forced to ask.Oswald glanced sideways at him. “I’m in the best mood. W
THE living room was calm now, quiet except for the faint ticking of the ornate wall clock. The curtains rustled gently as the night breeze slipped through the open balcony door. A lingering scent of Orlanda’s perfume still hung in the air, subtle but warm.As soon as Vincenzo breezed in, Oswald frowned and left the door side, leaving him and the door open. Vincenzo stepped in casually, then froze, his eyes narrowing as he processed what he had just seen from the hallway. Orlanda was stepping out, and Oswald, he was standing by the door... holding it open for her like a gentleman. No, like a man with feelings.He arched a brow, slowly closing the door behind him.“Well, well. If I didn’t know better, I would think I just saw my ice-cold cousin holding the door... for a lady,” he said amusingly.Oswald ignored his face and walked back to the bed.“You saw right,” he shortly replied.Vincenzo strolled into the room.“And not just any lady. The maid?” He laughed.Oswald frowned.“She is