All Chapters of FROM HIS MAID TO HIS QUEEN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lily’s POVThey say life gets easier with time—that pain fades, that struggles make you stronger. But I don’t know who they are, because for me, it’s been the opposite. The older I get, the harder life becomes. And strength? It’s not something I feel. Not anymore.I’ve been going through a lot of pain and struggle, not just because my mom is a single mother, but because I was born out of rape. People call me names like daughter of a prostitute, a one-night seed, a mistake. They call my mother a prostitute, but I’ve never believed it. Even though I’ve seen many men with her, she keeps telling me not to believe what people say, that it's not true. She always says that without going into detail about what really happened. I’ve never asked—because I don’t want to open the wounds she’s still trying to heal.But even if she’s trying to move on, her past keeps hitting me… and leaving scars I never wished for.---The more I waited, the weaker I became—like a heavy load was dragging me down.

Lily's povIt had been a year—twelve long, agonizing months -- since my mother began her cycle of hospital visits. In and out, one sickness after another. Some whispered she had been cursed. Others said it was karma, that the work of her hands was fighting back, punishing her for past sins.I sat quietly beside her hospital bed, watching the rise and fall of her weak chest. Her skin looked pale, almost translucent, her eyes dull and tired. I could still remember how she used to talk about my father with longing. I remembered the way she told me she loved me. Her smile, every time she left the house to meet a client, still lingered in my memory.And I remembered the night I rushed into this hospital.The scent of antiseptic and fear hit me the moment I stepped through the entrance. I was panting, my chest tight, my heart slamming violently against my ribs. The nurse at the reception desk looked up, startled."Mrs. Diana Seren," I managed to say, breathlessly. "She was brought in... she

Lily's POVThree days felt like forever.I checked my email almost every hour, heart racing with every new notification. But none of them were from the Kingsley Empire. Now it's the fourth day, and still–nothing. Maybe I’m not meant to work there after all. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking–what do I do now? Where do I go? Where else can I find a job? How?Maybe people were right–maybe I really am nothing and will be nothing. Will I have to continue my mom's job? Because I'm tired. I’ve tried everything. I’ve done my best. And I didn’t just leave the rest–I gave it my all. So what more is left?My mom’s health was hanging by a thread. The hospital wanted us out. Sleep had become a luxury I couldn't afford. Hope was slipping through my fingers like sand.Still staring at my phone, eyes heavy with exhaustion, I begged silently for a miracle. Just one email. Just one.I closed my eyes, trying to calm my brain and drift into some kind of rest. Then–ding–I heard a message tone. At first, I t

Lily's povA chill ran through me–not from the air conditioning, but from the realization that my worst nightmare was becoming a reality. Victoria –of all people–was not only here but living in the same mansion... and she might soon become the young master's wife.If I had known she’d be here, that she’d be this close to me again, I would’ve stayed home. I would’ve given up this job before it even began.Everyone was clapping, smiling, and praising the master's future wife. But not me. To them, she was a goddess in heels, glowing with elegance. To me, she was a serpent in designer silk. Maybe I wouldn’t hate her this much if not for what she and her mother did. I try to forget, but some things carve too deep.“Lily, what’s wrong?”“Huh?” I blinked, pulled back to reality.Emma tilted her head. “I’ve called you, like, four times now. You didn’t even blink. You okay?”I forced a small smile. “Yeah... I’m fine. Just thinking.”“You sure?”“Yeah.”She looked at me a little longer, then gl

Lily’s POV"Who are you?"His voice sliced through the air like a blade–sharp, cold, and terrifying. It wasn’t just a question. It was a threat. My heart thudded so hard I had to grip my chest to calm it. Maybe it was because this was my first time seeing him up close. I’d only seen him from afar–on TV, in magazines, in interviews. But in person, he was something else entirely.Tall. Powerful. Commanding.His blue eyes were icy and unreadable, but strangely magnetic. They held me in place, even though every part of me screamed to run. Despite the terror that gripped me, I couldn’t help but notice how striking he was. Maybe it was his coldness that made his features stand out even more. Still, what was wrong with me? Anyone else would be begging for their life, yet here I was…admiring him.“You came here to clean? Here?”His voice cut into my thoughts.“Y-yes, sir. I was instructed to clean the last room in the east wing.”Oh no. I’m stammering.He took a slow step closer. “And you tho