All Chapters of Rebirth of the naive maid: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Freya's p.o.vMy eyes shuffled between Mr. Edmond and the man beside him and I knew right away that they are undoubtedly a member of the invited guests. My anger soared as they settled at their reservation smiling, and me, seeing Ethan through him. Damn it! I hate when everything reminds me of him.Though, Mr. Edmond didn't see me, but a glanceful look at him only makes me want to go straight up to him and yell at his face for being a theif— him and his lazy empire who can only stand out for being a theif in disguise. Stealing other people's work and idea. I wanted to scream out loud so the world will know who and what kind of person he is.But no. I'd rather save myself the embarrassment. God forbid he saw me by any means from afar.And just when I thought I had seen it all, my eyes collided again with her. Rose.She was standing and shooting me her usual venomous glances from afar at a distance close to the bar, but she wasn't alone. There was another lady beside her and Rose seem

Freya's p.o.vClara flinched as she turned, her phone dropping from her hand. "Ma... Ma'am. You...You are here," she stuttered in shock."Yes, I'm here, Clara. Now, who the hell was that? Who the hell is Jane? And what the fuck are my designs doing in your hands?" I gnashed at her, trying my best not to explode completely yet.She fidgeted, trembling and darting her eyes around instead, avoiding eye contact."Answer me now, Clara or I swear on my grandma's grave you'd be sleeping in prison not only for tonight but also for the rest of your life.""I'm so... I'm so sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to. It wasn't my intention—" she begged."That isn't what I asked you, Clara. Who the hell is Jane and what are my designs doing in your hands? Those were the questions."Still refusing to talk, I said instead,"Perhaps one or more cops will make you speak," returning back to the living room to grab my phone.She scurried behind me whining and begging. "No. No. No. Please no. I'll speak. Jane's..."

Ethan's p.o.v "What is this I am hearing, Ethan? How do you mean you got another girl pregnant when my daughter has been with you for seven good years without one," Mr. Landon yelled at me as we gather around the dinning table in their mansion. I have been summoned by Jane's parents following Jane's explanation of my situation with Hailey and Dylan to them. They have gone completely ballistic about the issue claiming there's no way they can ever accept such. Mr. Landon most especially. And for once, I really wish Jane never did. "It was a really long time ago, Mr. Landon. It wasn't—" I tried to explain. "I don't want to hear it, Ethan. You will fix this and that will be that you get my daughter pregnant and give this family an heir," he ordered. "What?" "It's an order, Ethan. I order you do that within a space of just six months only," Mr. Landon bellowed even more. "But Sir, you can't just order me to do something that should be an agreement between Jane and I. I am married to

Ethan's p.o.vI stepped out of my car and onto the sidewalk, the bright morning sun a stark contrast to the dark cloud of anxiety that had been following me since last night. The media frenzy surrounding my company, had been simmering for weeks, ever since the allegations of design theft had surfaced. We had managed to quell the storm with the help of a skilled hacker or so we thought untill it seemed to resurface last night, this time with more evidences of various designs and with a vengeance.As I approached the office building, I was met with a sea of paparazzi, their cameras and microphones thrusting forward like weapons. The swarm of reporters parted to let me through, each one shouting questions and trying to get a reaction. I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the entrance, and pushed through the crowd. The lobby was just as chaotic, with investors and partners milling about, their faces etched with concern and disappointment. I spotted a few familiar faces, people who had b

Jane's p.o.vI pulled up to Hailey's house, my anger simmering just below the surface. I had been furious since I found that thong in Ethan's pocket, and I knew exactly who was responsible.Her.Ethan had gone to pick up Dylan and I believe she had done that on purpose. It was her. The one who thought she could play games with my marriage and get away with it.I stormed up to the door and pounded on it, not caring if I woke up the entire neighborhood. God forbid! She isn't home this time.The door opened, and she scurried down to the door entrance from wherever in the house, standing right in front of me with her hands akimbo, a smug look on her pathetic face. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice dropping with sarcasm."You know exactly why I am here, Hailey," I spat, my anger boiling over. "You think you can play games with my marriage, with my husband?How dare you? How dare you put this damn thing in my husband's pocket?" I hollered at her, tossing the thong to her face.She raised