Lahat ng Kabanata ng Serving The Blind Billionaire: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Valentina’s POVThe clicking of my heels echoed through the empty hallways. Balancing the dinner tray between my hands, I nervously walked towards the study, my stomach churning with every step I took. “ Back to serving the devil,” I groaned, dragging my feets up the stairs. It's a good thing Aidan had already dozed after dinner. The medicine did most of the work. At least now I can focus my efforts on dealing with him. Although, it was quite surprising how quickly that simple pill helped Aidan. His concussion has more or less cleared. “I'd better find the time to repay Xavier for the help.”The last thing I should do is owe a Hawthorne. Especially not, when I’m getting close to Taylor’s secret. Her picture still lingered in my mind. I struggled to recall any clue - a hint, from that day that could help, but my mind was blank. All I could remember was Taylor’s mood that day and her behaviour when I reached for her dress. It’s not a surprise I never saw that stupid dress again a

Valentina’s POV Later that night I stood at my usual spot—a few feet between his desk and the book shelves, my spine stiff, my hands clasped, as I tried not to think about how much I hated this godforsaken room. How much I hated standing here like some lifeless statue. Christopher sat in silence, slowly chewing his dinner like each bite was a chore. The only humane sound in the study was the dull scrape of his fork against the plate, and even that felt eerie. “This is boring”, I screamed in my mind. I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. Anything would be better than this tragedy. When I was informed Christopher would be residing in his room all day, I thought he was resting. Nope Nothing about his appearance right now complemented that. And to make it worse, He hadn’t said a word since he stepped in. No cruel comments. No sharp commands. Nothing. Christopher looked like a corpse. And acted like one too…. He barely touched his food; half of the t

Valentina’s Pov"Valentina," Davina smiled evilly, "Where is my wedding ring?""I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am," I explained.What ring?Her eyes never left me. “Oh? That’s interesting.” She turned, addressing the room like she was narrating a scene. “Because a little birdie told me, they saw YOU and your brat snooping around the North Wing yesterday… the exact time the ring went missing.”The hall echoed with gasps and whispers.The North Wing?I hadn't gone near the North Wing.Helen’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Is that true, Valentina?”“No, ma’am,” I replied quickly, forcing my shoulders to stay square. “I wasn’t snooping anywhere. I went outside. Just to get some fresh air. That’s all.”Davina gave a short, humorless laugh. “Outside, is it?” she said. “How convenient. Alone and unaccounted for.”I looked at Helen, hoping she'd vouch. But her expression was unreadable.What did I expect? She can’t upset Davina.And

Valentina’s POV“Mama, look!” Aidan beamed as he poked at the limestones with a stick. I reached over and smoothed a knot of hair from his forehead and did my best to remain calm.Across from us, Laura was pacing with her phone pressed to her ear, nodding and muttering low thank yous.“Come on,” I whispered to myself. “Say it’s good news.”She hung up and turned, eyes gleaming. “Jasmine got it.”I stood excited. “Seriously?”“She’s on her way.”I barely had time to reply before Jasmine appeared, walking across the lawn, a file tucked under her arm. She didn’t bother with small talk, just shoved the folder at me.“These are Angela’s logs,” she said. “Straight from Helen’s drawer. I had to wait until she stepped out to get this.”“ Awww, my hero Jazz’ Laura teased playfully.I opened the file. It was neat, as expected for the Head maid. The pages were filled with all of the private maids' task records, including mine. “Valentina Whitlock, repeated hours,” I read, it was neatly underlin

Valentina’s POVThe next day, I felt like I was dragging my body through water. Yesterday’s scenes kept flooding through my mind in a haze as I struggled to keep up with my work. And it showed…..“ The Seven Laws,” Christopher dictated, and I typed. It’s been a while since I began working as Christopher’s “assistant” of sorts. Due to his disability, he wasn’t capable of filing the work himself, and that’s where my 10th-grade computer skills came in handy. After all, he was still not comfortable with more strangers or familiar faces walking in and out of the west wing. Hence, I have sat on the corner desk at least 5 feet away from him, struggling to keep up with his endless chatter. The pages blurred, and the cursor blinked multiple times. I fumbled through file after file, and to