All Chapters of Specially Maid For You : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Two weeks until your birthday, Chloe! What do you think you’ll wish for?” Dahlia asked, gently coloring alongside Chloe in the living room as she tucked her lush brown hair behind her ears. Chloe paused for a moment, her eyes gazing up towards the ceiling in thought. “I haven’t decided yet. But I will soon!” she replied with a warm smile. Dahlia chuckled softly, picking up a bright yellow crayon to color in the sun she had drawn. “You’re taking your time, aren’t you? How hard can it be to decide on one wish?” she teased in a playful tone, her blue eyes crinkling with warmth. Chloe grinned, mirroring her caretaker’s lightheartedness. “Well, I’m thinking about what would be the best possible wish!” she exclaimed, a twinkle in her eye. “Maybe I’ll wish for… a puppy? Just as Dahlia opened her mouth to respond, the loud rumble of a car outside caught her attention and that of Chloe's. “Daddy’s home!” Chloe exclaimed, jumping to her feet and dashing to the entrance. Dahlia, with

Dahlia’s world crumbled at the sound of Asher’s words. Her mouth fell open in disbelief, and tears streamed down her cheeks. It had only been a year since she started working here, and now she was being fired. “Sir, please… you can’t fire me,” she pleaded desperately, her voice trembling. “I need this job, sir. I’ll do anything to make it right.” “I’m sorry, Dahlia, but rules are rules, and you’ve broken them,” Asher replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “I’ll notify your agency about your termination on my way to the office. And out of the kindness of my heart, I’ll ensure that what happened today remains discreet, so you’ll have a chance to find another job. However, you’re banned from ever working with me again.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I’ll arrange for your final payment. Kindly return to your quarters, collect your belongings, and leave the mansion.” “Sir, please, you don’t understand. I didn’t do this. I would never steal. I don’t know

It had been three days since Dahlia’s departure, and the Brown mansion had not been the same. Asher, too wrapped up in work to notice Chloe’s condition, finally returned home on the morning of the third day.Following his usual routine, he sat at the dining table for breakfast with Catherine.“Where’s Chloe?” he asked as he ate, barely looking up.“She’s still locked up in her room. She won’t come out,” Catherine replied matter-of-factly.“It’s been three days already. Has she eaten anything?” Asher asked, a hint of concern creeping into his tone.“Nope,” Catherine replied with a sarcastic laugh. “She said she won’t come out until Dahlia comes back. Such a funny child.”Asher sighed deeply, his mind lost in thought. After a moment, he set down his cutlery, wiped his lips with a napkin, and rose from his chair.“Are you leaving already?” Catherine asked, watching him.“No,” Asher said, his tone firmer now. “I need to speak with my daughter.”When he reached her door, Asher knocked soft

Silence had lingered throughout Asher and Dahlia’s interaction, but this moment was heavier and unrelenting than all the others combined. Asher hesitated, unsure of how to respond. For once, words seemed useless. Dahlia had opened up a piece of herself, something raw and painful, and now he was stuck, afraid that saying the wrong thing might make it worse.He didn’t want to say something inappropriate or intrusive. This was a vulnerable moment for Dahlia, and he wanted to comfort her, but only in the right way.Dahlia’s gaze lingered on him, softening bit by bit as she searched his face for something—understanding, maybe, or validation. She was assessing his expression for a sign of what he thought about her through her words. But his hesitation lasted too long, and her expression shifted. Doubt crept into her mind. Regret began to cloud her features. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her eyes turned distant, like she was pulling herself back together.A tear slipped down her ch

The next morning was an uneasy one for Asher. Dressed in a deep navy cashmere Henley with the sleeves casually pushed up, paired with dark gray slim-fit wool trousers, and handcrafted Italian loafers in a muted shade, he exuded his usual air of effortless sophistication. His Vacheron Constantin watch sat snugly on his wrist, and his sleekly permed hair was neatly parted with precision. He looked every bit the businessman he was—composed, polished, in control. But today, he wasn’t heading to work. For the first time in years, Asher was breaking his flawless record of punctuality. And the reason for his absence was the very thing that had kept him awake all night, leaving dark circles beneath his eyes despite his carefully put-together appearance. His grip on his phone was tight, almost desperate. He clutched it like a lifeline. It was the same phone he had spent the night staring at, watching the seconds, minutes, and hours crawl toward dawn. Doubt gnawed at him. Maybe he was hopin