All Chapters of Rebirth of the naive maid: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ethan's p.o.vThe room ascended into a loud round of applause as we celebrate yet another victory of my empire. Not because I had succumbed to Freya's want but because of my persistence and competence.Mr. Hamster is one messiah I believe God had purposely brought my way to alleviate me of a crime that wasn't mine to pay in the beginning.His presence brought significant changes in the empire and despite his wealth and influence, he never asked me to kowtow to him.Business was his mandate and he had always strictly lived by that.He believed in me when no one did and for that, I'd entirely be grateful."I will also make sure to put that on the market news before the end of today, the world needs to know how much of a genius the Slades' empire is," Mr. Hamster added before taking his final leave from the conference room along with his colleagues. The new designs I had avoided countless sleeps making had brought back dignity to my company. And now, the world will have the divine taste

Jane's p.o.v"Tanya?"I squealed in excitement at the presence of Tanya again in my ward. She smiled, strolling towards me on the bed as her hand tinkered the ward's door close."Hey," she hugged me moderately while still being mindful of the catheters I had been pinned down to. "Good to see you again, Jane."Tanya had been keeping me company following Martha's revelation of Ethan now gaining custody of he and Freya's child. She had been helping me with gathering information on how best to get Ethan back and so far, I have been loving it.Her ideas had paved way for my child with him following that night at his announcement as heir of the Slades' empire by his late father. I had spiked his drink through the help of a waiter and had to drag and drive him home all by myself."How's the treatment going?" Tanya asked as she pulled the chair by the side close, settling on it."Good, I suppose." I couldn't care less about my own health. My brain couldn't wait to hear the news Tanya had brou

Freya's p.o.vDamian's cold and harsh tone sent shivers down my spine. It made me wonder if I had done something terribly wrong to be welcomed with such demeanor."I just asked you a question, Freya?" he pressed further. "Where have you been going?""Juliana,"I retorted with a voice barely above a whisper. "I am just coming from Juliana's. And how do you mean by where I have been going, Damian?"My response earned a scoff from him and he turned to face me, his hands dipped in his pant pockets."Say that again, Freya," his tone was colder this time that I felt the need to run for cover. I couldn't understand Damian's sudden frosty reception. Just this morning before I left for Juliana's, he was all over me and even offered to drive me to meet Juliana of which I respectfully declined and now this? "I dare you to say that again."My eyes blinked stupendously at his utterances, drowning more in confusion as he got closer."How exactly do you mean, Damian?""Say, it!" he exclaimed furiousl

Freya's p.o.v From the receptionist at the lobby, to the inside of my office were countless gazes. Some of them whose eyes were glaring coldly at me hissed as soon as my gaze met theirs. Others could only stare as I sauntered and those who weren't seemed to be murmurings into each other's ears. What the hell is going on? My makeup isn't ruined, is it? Concerned for myself, I quickly adjusted the shades I was wearing to conceal my bruises—the one Damian was kind enough to give me in replace for Junior's upcoming birthday. I was literally locked up by Damian for hours after that unfaithful occurrence. I had to coaxed him umpteenth times to let me out but the only condition he gave me was because of my son's birthday but not without receiving tons of bruises for cheating on him with Ethan. For the first time after, I resumed my office and I knew something wasn't right the minute I saw the situation of my office. It was as clean as a slate with nothing welcoming me but my swivel ch

Ethan's p.o.vI stepped onto the treadmill, the familiar hum of the machine beneath my feet a comforting sound as I begun my run. The gym was bustling with people determined to get in shape, their faces set with resolve. I, on the other hand, was lost in thought, my mind preoccupied with what had happened the other time at my office—with the heated argument I had let happened between Evans and I. There is no way I'm letting him or his mother near my late father's legacy talk less of being involved in running it. Not after what his cunning mother did to me. I had received another letter from the same anonymous person that had told me to be wary of Martha and her mission to destroy me has been a long way coming of which I myself can confirm in many ways. Despite the steady rhythm that followed each pound from my feet, my brain felt like a thousand miles away.Suddenly, my foot slipped, and I stumbled, almost falling off the machine. Before I could regain my balance, a hand grasped my a