All Chapters of FROM HIS MAID TO HIS QUEEN : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Victoria’s POVThe mirror didn’t lie.My mascara had smudged slightly at the corners. My lips were pursed, too tight. My eyes–usually commanding, always in control–now looked haunted. My hair, styled to perfection just hours ago, now sat like a crumbling crown of thorns on my head.I gripped the edge of the vanity table, knuckles pale from the pressure.How dare he?Sebastian had humiliated me.In front of everyone. In front of staff. In front of her.The dining room had been a grand stage, and I–once the shining lead–had been shoved off for a background extra in an apron.Not to comfort me.Not to protect me.Not to defend my honor like a real man should.No.He stood up for her.The maid.The air in the room thickened with rage, wrapping around my throat like an invisible noose.“Victoria.”My mother’s voice pierced the silence gently, but I couldn’t turn around yet. I couldn’t let her see the fury twisting through my expression.She entered with her usual calm elegance, her silk ro

Lily’s POVAfter what happened, sleep became a stranger.Victoria’s threats echoed in my mind long after the lights went out. Her voice slithered around my neck like cold fingers, tightening with every word. I kept asking myself–what would she do next? How far would she go to destroy me?I tried to calm myself, but the waves kept crashing, and the words only grew louder in my head.And on top of that, I still had an assignment from Sebastian–to dig into that night. The night that haunted my bones. The night I had tried so hard to forget. Reliving it now felt cruel.I had to find every trace of it.I had to find Emily Rivera.The girl who invited me to that party. The one who smiled as she led me into a trap. The one who–alongside Olivia–planned it all. The music. The drinks. The three men. The laughter. The screams. The sound of zippers. The pain. The blood. The smell of sweat and fear.I had to remember it.All of it.But Sebastian never told me the reason. He never explained why he

Sebastian’s POVAfter Lily left my office, silence fell again. I walked back to the shelf, picked up my sister’s photo, and just stared. The same pain that’s haunted me for years crawled up my chest like fire. It never got easier. Some nights, I thought I’d learned to manage it, bury it under work, women, or the occasional dose of numbing medication. But it always found a way back in.I still remember her face—sweet, innocent. Her laughter used to echo through these hallways. The day she died is carved into my soul. If only I hadn’t left her that day. If only I had listened. Maybe she’d still be alive. Maybe she’d be smiling beside me, living her best life.I shut my eyes tightly, forcing back the sting. Her scream, the blood, the way her hand reached for me before it dropped lifelessly… I let out a low growl, slamming the shelf door shut.“I’ll avenge you,” I whispered. “I promise, no matter how long it takes.”“Sir, it’s 2:45,” Drey called from outside. “You need to prepare for the

Lily’s POVVictoria’s words haunted me long after she walked away.“You slipped. That’s the story. One word to him and your mother pays the price.”She hadn’t needed to raise her voice. It was the way she said it–like it was already done. Like the moment I opened my mouth, something terrible would fall from the sky and crush everything I loved.I could still feel her fingers digging into my jaw when she whispered it. Still hear her heels clicking against the stairs as she left me there, clutching my burning arm, barely able to breathe.By the time Martha knocked on my door and told me the young master had summoned me, my legs were already weak from the fear.I changed clothes slowly. My back screamed every time I moved. My knees still ached from kneeling on marble all afternoon. The bruises on my arms had darkened to an angry purple.I looked in the mirror and winced.The swelling under my eye had gotten worse.I tried to hide it with a bit of powder–whatever I had left. But it didn’t

Sebastian’s POVI was in my office, staring at a spreadsheet I’d been on for nearly half an hour–but none of the numbers made sense.Not because they didn’t add up.Because I wasn’t really looking at them.My thoughts kept circling back to one person.Lily.Her face haunted me–those fading bruises she tried to cover with makeup, the limp in her step, her trembling hands when she reached for things. She thought she was subtle.She wasn’t.And I knew she lied.I wasn’t the kind of man who acted on baseless assumptions. I always needed facts. But this–what I saw in her eyes–this wasn’t something I could ignore.I tried to push it out of my mind, told myself it was none of my business.That she was just a staff member.Nothing more.She reminded me of my sister, that was all. That’s why I noticed her. That’s why I cared.That’s what I told myself.But her name kept repeating in my head like a song stuck on loop.There’s something she’s not saying. She’s scared. Hiding something.And no m