All Chapters of Married To The Broke Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Natalie’s POVMaureen stiffened, her throat twitching beneath the cool press of the knife. The other two maids scrambled backward, their hands fluttering uselessly like startled pigeons. One nearly knocked over a bowl of batter in her panic.So clumsy.I smirked, tilting my head. “Stay in your lane, Maureen. I own this house now. The sooner you accept that, the easier your life will be.”Maureen was definitely going to make these other two maids' live a living hell. I wouldn't have flared up or shown my true character yet if not for how rude she was.I saw the words sink in, and the look of defeat that was settling on her now pale face told me I’d finally hit the right nerve.Good. Fear is a much better perfume than arrogance.But then..ah, yes. I hadn’t come here only to play cat-and-mouse with a maid. I had another reason.I slid the knife back toward the counter, tapping its edge lazily against the wood as I asked, “What time does Wilfred usually come back from work?”Maureen’s lip

Natalie's POVI left the kitchen, and strutted toward the living room. The third maid was there, still skidding nervously across the tiles like a trapped rat. The moment her eyes caught mine, she froze mid-step and dropped her gaze, fiddling with her fingers as if that could make her invisible.I arched a brow. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked, my tone deliberately bored, as though I hadn’t just cornered her sisters with a knife.I like her. She knows her place.She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “N–no one has been picking up, Madam.”I rolled my eyes and snapped, “Then keep trying your luck!”The maid jumped like I’d struck her and snatched up the wired telephone again, pressing it to her ear with both hands. Her breathing was loud, frantic, as she dialed once more.Then I heard it—the faint click of someone answering on the other side.To her luck. It seemed like the person had been waiting for my arrival. If not, why would the person only answer when I showed up?My appearanc

Wilfred's POVThe car rolled to a stop inside the compound. I didn’t move immediately. I let the hum of the engine fade as the driver eased into silence, my eyes shifting to the time on my wristwatch. Seven o’clock, sharp. I had no interest in wasting another minute here.I just need this whole drama stopped at once so that I can go back to planning.I opened the door myself, stepped out with the same steady pace I carried everywhere. Nothing hurried, nothing sloppy. At the entrance stood one of my men..posted only for the night shift, always there but 7 pm. But his face told me nothing. No urgency, no awareness that some “crazy stunt” was supposed to be unfolding inside. That alone set my instincts off. However the training I gave to my men was never to be caught unfresh.She might be pulling up a crazy act in there, but my men should never give a leak.The man pushed the door open the minute he saw me come closer and held it. I entered without a word. The air inside the house was

Natalie's POV I grunt as I drag my hand through my hair, tugging at the messy tangles that feel like they’ve been glued together by exhaustion. Every part of my body aches as though I’ve been dragged through gravel and back again. The room is too dark, thick shadows pressing in, giving me no clue where I am until the familiar scent of perfume crawls up my nostrils. My throat is dry, my lips cracked.I guess it's too early to wake up with these feelings I'm getting. My head is getting drowsy and the room is still dark.But I feel something like if I don't get up now, I might collapse on the bed due to hunger.I rub the sleep from my eyes with my palm and groan. It feels like I’ve been through hell. And maybe I have.I sat up on the bed, closed my eyes again. I was back to routine again. Everyone in the circle did. Some wake up early to exercise, some wake up early to go to their business but I wake up late to sit up on my bed and take a little nap before standing up to do any activit

Natalie’s POV“What could that mean?” The words slipped out before I could stop them, soft, almost swallowed by the sun. But the man had already turned his gaze away, back to his silent watch as if I wasn’t even standing there.A better punishment.My pulse throbbed in my ears. The phrase coiled inside me like a snake, winding tighter, squeezing harder the more I thought about it.Punishment for what? For the dinner? For the wine? For daring to touch Wilfred?My throat tightened. Surely not. He wasn’t the kind of man to waste time on such trivialities. Was he? No—Wilfred was ice, calculation, control. Every move of his was deliberate. If he had wanted me destroyed last night, I would already be ashes.But he did already. He made me clean up his room. Would he even want to sleep there anymore?So mysterious that I can't even guess what he's thinking.I let my eyes drop to the maids. Three of them, their knees pre