All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SERVANT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Livia's Point of ViewIn this immense villa where cold marble meets sparkling chandeliers, I am the only soul awake at this late hour. Like every evening, once my shift is over, I allow myself this moment of intimacy, where I can finally let my guard down and just be myself.I lock the door to my room. The silence of the house is reassuring, almost complicit. I turn on my laptop, a gift from my late boss, a good man who always had a soft spot for my dedication. The screen lights up in the darkness, casting a bluish glow on my bare thighs beneath my light nightgown.The silence of the house is absolute. Only the slight crackling of my computer disturbs the muffled darkness of my room. The bluish glow of the screen caresses my skin, revealing the soft curves of my thighs under my fine nightgown.I slide one leg onto the mattress, the other dangling slightly in the void. My fingers tap on the trackpad, searching for the video that will captivate me tonight. A pornographic film. A story o

The Viewpoint of AlessandroThe scent of jasmine and polished wood greets me as soon as I step through the front door. A familiar fragrance, laden with memories. Everything is silent. Too silent.I pause in the hallway, observing around me. Nothing has changed since I left. Every piece of furniture is in its place, every detail frozen in time. Yet, something seems different.An emptiness.As if the house itself has stopped breathing. I close the door behind me and move slowly, my footsteps echoing slightly on the icy marble. Where have the servants gone? Is there even anyone living here anymore? I set my suitcase down near the stairs and take a deep breath. This journey was inevitable. Since my father's death, everything has changed.The mafia. His empire.It all came crashing down on me overnight, ripping me away from this house, from my mother, from the life I could have led differently. But today...Today, I allow myself a pause.I slowly ascend the staircase, my gaze brushing over

Alessandro's Point of ViewI should ignore her. Not think about her. But her image refuses to leave my mind. This girl... my servant... is a problem. I run a hand through my still damp hair as I step out of the shower. My body is finally relaxed, but my mind is in turmoil.Damn.I grab a black t-shirt and sweatpants before leaving my room. It’s late, and I need to eat something. The house is silent as I descend the stairs. The atmosphere is the same as when I left: too big, too empty, too heavy. But as I approach the kitchen, a faint noise catches my attention.A sizzle of hot oil. The light clatter of a knife on a cutting board. And… a figure. I stop at the kitchen entrance, silently.And I see her. Livia is there, focused on her task, completely unaware of my presence. She’s still wearing her servant’s uniform. Too short. Too tight.My eyes glide over the curve of her hips, the slimness of her waist, the subtle arch that hugs the dark fabric. Her hair is tied up in a high ponytail,

7: Fear or envyLivia's point of viewI still sit in the living room, the nerves in bulk, trying to calm the frantic beats of my heart. Madame Isabella has just got into her room, leaving us alone. Alone. With him. I feel his presence before I even see him move. A thrill travels me when I hear the sound of his chair that slides on the ground. It rises slowly, with this calculated, almost feline approach. My fingers tense on the fabric of my dress when I realize that he comes straight to me. I raise my head, and her dark and piercing gaze fixes himself on mine. - You are daring, Livia. His voice is serious, posed, but there is a dangerous glow in his eyes. I straighten myself instinctively, but before I could take a step, he is already there. Everything goes too fast. His hands grab my wrists, and in one movement, he plays me against the living room wall. The impact is soft, but the tension is brutal. His body is so close to mine that I feel the heat it gives off. My breath cuts.

9: It was him I wanted. Alessandro's point of viewI close the door behind me and let out a slight laugh while shaking my head. Shit. Livia. I left it there, panting, trembling, totally at my mercy ... and I loved every second. I throw myself on my bed, my phone in hand, but the image of his lost gaze, his mouth ajar, his erratic breath refuses to leave my mind. She wanted me. And I could have taken it there against this wall, without even giving it time to think. But where would the pleasure be? I smile while passing a hand in my hair. I prefer to see her fight. Fight against your own desire. It’s so much more exciting. I felt it under me, shivering, humid, completely submissive to my caresses. She wanted to shout that she wanted me ... I saw her in her eyes, in the way her body responded to mine. And yet she said nothing. It was contained. His fucking pride. I turn on my screen, launching the match I expected, but barely a few seconds pass than my mind drifts again to it. It m