Lahat ng Kabanata ng Serving The Blind Billionaire: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Valentina's Point Of View3 hours laterI stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my breasts, and walked straight into the room. Aidan had already showered and was in his pajamas, ready to fall asleep. But me I had to get ready for work. I quickly put on the maid's uniform, a plain white shirt with a plain black mini-skirt—not exactly what I had expected. Turning to the mirror beside the wardrobe, I noticed I looked like a decent person with an actual job. Actual JobIt dawned on me that I do have a job. I’m working at the same job that killed my only sibling. Comedic, isn’t it?“Mama,” Aidan cried from the bed, “Where are you going?”“Work, baby,” I sighed, walked towards him, and landed a peck on his cheeks.“Now, be a good boy. You’ve already had dinner, so stay inside the room. Don’t open the door.”Aidan nodded his head and gave me a warm hug. God, do I love his hugs. I could stay here forever… but I can’t.“Good nig

CHAPTER 13 - BLONDE HAIR, BLUE EYES, CAN’T SHUT UPValentina's POVMy body froze as my mind wandered and contemplated the worst possible outcomes. My heartbeat broke through my chest like a war drum, pounding louder with each passing second. I slowly turned to face the origin of the question, standing behind me. Standing above me in a bright blue top with a matching black skirt was a beautiful blonde girl with long curly hair and bright brown eyes. She looked like a college student or at least a high school student. “ What ?” my voice escaped from my throat.“ Oh, my mistake,” she gasped in shock, covering her mouth with her right hand. “ I thought you were someone else I knew.” People often said Taylor and I looked like twins with the same ice blue eyes and brunette hair. Even though we were years apart, we looked identical. “ Maybe it's a mistake”.  G

Valentina's POVI struggled to break free, but he was too strong. My heart raced as fear took over. I couldn’t see his face in the dark, and his voice didn’t sound familiar—just low grunts that made my skin crawl.‘Nice one, Valentina, now you’ve attracted the creep.’Quickly, he dragged me out of the hallway and into another room at the far corner of the halls. Clawing at his arms, I summoned the last of my strength and drove my knee into his groin. He grunted and crashed on the cold ground, loosening his hold just enough. My instincts screamed: run, and I was about to follow pace, until I heard a familiar voice from the other side of the room“Valentina!”It was Laura. I was too focused on the man, and I didn’t notice her standing by the big bed frame. Her curly blonde hair was a complete mess, and she only wore a short silk robe that barely covered her essential features. “ Laura” I stammered. Completely confused by the entire situation. “ Why is Laura here ?” I wondered, but I q

Valentina’s POV I remember the day Aidan was born. It was the worst day of my life. From his puffy red cheeks to his tiny toes, everything about him made me feel like a complete failure. After all, I never wanted to keep him in the first place. He was the product of a dumb accident with a stranger, and I was the family jinx. It wasn’t going to work. So I tried to get rid of him. Seven times. Seven. Freaking. Times. It didn’t matter to me whether or not I died in the process. I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I couldn’t bring a kid into this world to suffer under the same jinx I carried over my head. I mean, I killed my entire family. But Liam believed otherwise. Every attempt, he held me back or “persuaded” me out of it. And no matter how it happened, I’m more than grateful I didn’t succeed. Because now, Aidan is the only good thing in my life. And losing him would be worse than death. So imagine my fear when I had to stare at my baby boy, bleeding on the ground, completely sti

Valentina’s POVOne Week Later“Shit” i heard Laura screeched, putting her finger in her mouth as she tried to ease the pain on her finger.“I warned you about those papercuts,” I teased, dropping another pile of documents on the table. “ Didn’t you say you wanted to talk? Why am I doing this?” Laura whined, her face completely covered with dust, just like mine for the past week. “ Yeah, you're right,” I sighed and sat on the stool at the edge of the table. “ Has your aunt mentioned anything about the accident?”. Laura went silent, obviously, hesitant to explain anything “ No, she hasn’t.” Her voice was calm, but her fingers were trembling. She was lying. I wouldn’t blame her, no one would want to be in my position right now. “ Thanks” It has been a week since the accident with Christopher, and things have only gotten worse. Helen temporarily discharged me from my post and sent me to the “archives,” which is technically just a musty room filled with dust and old books. Some of