Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Maid: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

A beautiful woman named Cordelia slowly opened her eyes, but all she saw was darkness—her vision obscured by a blindfold. Her head throbbed painfully, as if she’d been hit with something hard. She tried to move, only to realize her hands and feet were tightly bound. Panic began to crawl under her skin as full awareness returned. She was in a moving car, blindfolded.“What’s going on? Why am I tied up like this?” Cordelia muttered, her anxiety evident in her trembling voice.With ragged breaths, Cordelia struggled to calm herself. She listened carefully, hoping to glean some clue about where she was. From the sound of the engine and the vibrations beneath her, she guessed the car was speeding along a rough road.“What do you want from me!?” Cordelia cried out, her voice shaky.No answer. Only the persistent rumble of the engine cut through the oppressive silence.“Please ... whoever you are, let me go!” Her voice grew hoarser, desperation and fear mingling.Suddenly, a deep voice from t

The man kissed her roughly, then groped her breasts, twisting her nipples and drawing a moan from Cordelia. Yet she felt nothing but humiliation at the touch of this stranger. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong for her. His hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every inch of her skin. He hiked up her dress, exposing her bare legs and the curve of her womanhood, barely concealed by her panties.“N-no! Stop!” Cordelia screamed, trying to block him, but her hands were swiftly batted away.The man ignored her pleas, deaf to her cries. His touch was relentless, violating every part of her. The smoothness of Cordelia’s skin only drove him wilder, fueling his aggression.When his fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, Cordelia’s eyes flew open in shock and terror. She writhed, trying to escape, but his grip on her wrist tightened, pinning her in place. His hot breath danced across her skin—making her shiver.His mouth descended to her neck, lips trailing a wet path to

The morning sunlight began to stream through the slats of the window, making the room a little brighter. Tristan blinked, his body still weary from the previous night. The handsome man reached out his hand, expecting to find the warm body of the woman he had bought still lying beside him. But his hand landed only on the cold bedsheet.Tristan instantly sat upright, his eyes sweeping the room. The bed was empty. The woman was gone.“Damn, where did she go?”Tristan frowned, thinking for a moment. The clock showed it was already seven in the morning. His breath quickened as he realized not only was the woman gone, but his shirt had vanished too. Immediately, he leapt out of bed, his eyes scanning wildly for any trace of where she might have gone. He strode quickly toward the small table in the corner of the room. His wallet lay there, but when he opened it, several bills were missing. A wicked smile played across his handsome face.“She actually dared to run away from me,” Tristan mutter