All Chapters of Maid To The Three Mafia Kings: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Millie’s cheeks flushed with heat, but she bit back her response, her jaw tightening as she forced herself to stay silent. Beside her, Clara shot Andrea a withering glare. “You just don’t know how to stay out of other people’s business.”Andrea scoffed. “You’re being dramatic.”Ethan raised a hand, cutting through the argument. His tone left no room for debate. “That’s enough. Clara, Andrea—go. I need a word with Amelia. Alone.”The command landed hard. The two girls exchanged a reluctant glance before filing out, the room falling quiet behind them.Ethan turned to Millie, his eyes locking on hers. “You’ve really stepped in it this time,” he said, voice low, steady, and cold. “So let’s settle this. Andrea says you were sneaking around. Is that true?”Millie squared her shoulders. “I wasn’t sneaking.”Ethan took a step forward, his presence suddenly overwhelming, pinning her in place against the edge of the counter.“Then you’re saying Andrea lied?” he asked, leaning closer. His voice

“Evan’s adopted?” Millie asked as Alfie’s words sank in. "Are you sure?“No wonder he’s so different from those two,” Clara sputtered, disbelief coloring her voice, “I mean, for one, the guy actually smiles!”Millie silently agreed, the revelation swirling in her mind, casting Evan in a whole new light. As their mini-break ended, she was still thinking about Evan as they headed back to the kitchen. But worries about Aidan also weighed on her. It had been a long morning, and she wanted to make sure he was okay.“Hey, Clara,” she said. "I think I’ll just head back to our room and catch some rest instead. I’ll grab a sandwich later.”Clara nodded, oblivious to her real reason. She hurriedly climbed the stairs, her pace quickening with each step. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached Aidan’s door. After a moment of hesitation, she felt relief wash over her when she found it unlocked. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open a crack before quietly closing it behind her.The room

A woman who seemed vaguely familiar to Millie entered. Millie furrowed her eyebrows. She was sure she’d seen her before.“Amelia, meet Cherri,” Ethan introduced, and the woman joined him.So she’s Ethan’s guest who arrived that evening, Millie quickly realized.Cherri wore even higher stilettos than Millie, with a squared neckline and a black bodycon dress hugging her curves perfectly. “Nice to see you again, Amelia,” she smiled.Again? Millie noted. So they had met before.“You met her in my office six months ago,” Ethan clarified, noticing Millie’s confused face.Millie’s face lit up as memories flooded back to her. Cherri was the same woman she met when she came down to meet Ethan for the first time. “Hi,” was all she managed to say.“Cherri is here to teach you how to act like us on some special occasions, Amelia,” Ethan explained.“Act like you?” Millie asked, puzzled.Cherri smiled. “Teach you how to exude importance, power, and confidence.”Millie looked even more puzzled.“Don

The second Millie walked out of the study, her body was a bundle of pent-up frustration and desperation. Ethan’s teasing had left her on edge, and her encounter with Evan had only added to her anxiety. She couldn’t quite understand why she felt so terrified at the thought of Evan catching her with Ethan. After all, nothing was going on between her and Evan, so why did she feel so worried?When she reached her room, she saw that it was empty; Clara wasn’t back yet. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she noted that it was already 11:15 PM.She wondered where Clara could be at this hour as she removed her dress and pulled a towel from her drawer.Still thinking about Ethan and Evan, she wrapped the towel around her body, still feeling a persistent throbbing between her legs.Cursing Ethan under her breath, she knew she had to do something for some sort of release. Taking advantage of the fact that she was alone in the room, she headed to the bathroom.Aidan, who could have given her what

Evan studied her for a moment, his expression softening. “Is that how you ended up working as a maid?” His tone was gentle and cautious.“Yeah, kind of,” she replied, nodding. “The owners of that old theater were a sweet elderly couple. They only showed black and white classics, their favorites, I guess.” A brief smile touched her lips at the memory. “It wasn’t a big money-maker, but they paid me decently. Then the theater got bought out, and I was out of a steady job for nearly six months.” Her smile faded. “Mom didn’t think college was a big deal, and she was head over heels for Greg at the time, so that’s where all her attention was. Luckily, I got a waitressing job when a friend got sick. That’s where Clara used to work—she was working two jobs back then. She introduced me to Bert, the guy who owns the agency we work for now.”“You’re a very strong, independent, and dedicated young woman, Millie,” Evan said admiringly, his words causing her knees to feel slightly weak.Realizing s