All Chapters of The Not So Regular Cinderella Love Story: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dalia’s POV: “Hello, good morning. I came here to visit a client’s unit,” I said, keeping my voice polite as I faced the American receptionist. Her eyes flicked up and down, scanning me from head to toe. Yeah — definitely judging me. Can’t blame her though. My hoodie and jeans didn’t exactly blend with the sleek, glass-and-marble aesthetic of the condo building. Everyone else who walked in was dressed like they were heading to a board meeting. And there I was — the odd one out, hoodie zipped to my neck, sneakers slightly scuffed, hair tied in a messy bun. Whatever. I’ve been doing this house-cleaning gig for a year now, and those judgmental stares barely sting anymore. It’s honest work. Nothing to be ashamed of. Though, well… not exactly legal. But at least I’m no thief. “Which unit?” the receptionist asked, her tone clipped but professional. “Two-zero-two, under the name of Mr. Lucas Daniels,” I said, flashing my sweetest smil

Dalia’s POV “What did you say, ma’am?” the officer repeated, looking straight at me. I scratched my head, my brain spinning in panic. Damn it, Dalia—think! You can’t get caught over something this stupid! “Ah—uh, yes, I do have it!” I said, pretending to check my bag pockets. “Oh! How silly of me. I must’ve left it upstairs in my room! Can you wait a second? I’ll just go back and get it!” The two officers exchanged a suspicious glance. And before either of them could answer— I ran. I dashed to the nearest elevator like my life depended on it—because, well, it kind of did. Inside, my hands were trembling as I fumbled for my phone. I dialed Jessie again, praying she’d finally answer. “Come on, Jessie, pick up! Please!” I hissed. “This is not the time for your do-not-disturb era!” No answer. “Damn it, Jessie, answer the phone!” I whispered harshly, just as I heard the elevator behind me ding. The doors slid open—and my heart dropped. It was them. The polic

Earlier That Morning Lucas’ POV I woke up feeling like someone had cracked my skull open and forgot to glue it back. And just when I thought I could go back to sleep, a loud, annoying sound pierced through my eardrums. Groaning, I reached blindly for the phone somewhere near my pillow and pressed it to my ear without opening my eyes. “Yeah… talk to me,” I said, half-dead and fully irritated. “Lucas! Where the hell are you?!” My eyes flew open at the sound of that unmistakable voice. Oh no. Dad. “D-Dad? Oh, uh—hi!” I scrambled up, only to regret it instantly as the world spun like a cheap carnival ride. Damn those tequilas. Two days and they’re still kicking. Then again, maybe finishing two bottles straight wasn’t one of my brightest ideas. “What happened to you?” my father’s voice barked through the phone. “Two days with no updates! Your secretary said you were back in New York, but you haven’t called. Not even once!” I rubbed my temples and sighed. Serio

Lucas’ POV “Oh my God!” Her gasp practically echoed across the coffee shop, turning a few curious heads. Panic painted her face as she froze, clutching her bag like a shield. I leaned back in my chair, doing my best impression of calm — even though the sight of her again made my pulse jump like a caffeinated heartbeat. “Good to see you again, Miss Cleaner,” I said with a teasing smile. “Or should I say… Miss Dalia Reyes?” Her eyes widened. “You—! It’s you again!” I saw it instantly — that flicker of recognition followed by her signature run-for-your-life look. Her gaze darted toward the exit like she was mapping her escape route. “Uh-uh.” I raised a hand. “Don’t even think about it. You’ll cause a scene, and people will think I’m harassing you.” She shot me a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “What are you doing here? Are you—oh my God—are you following me?” “Following you?” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “Relax. Total coincidenc

Dalia’s POV I let out a heavy breath after hanging up the phone. “What did he say?” Jessie asked, already half-leaning across the table like we were in the middle of a crime investigation. “His secretary said Sir Lucas is busy,” I replied, massaging my temples. “But she’ll inform him once he’s available.” Jessie gasped. “Oh my god, Dalia. What kind of mess have we gotten into?!” She started pacing. “But hey—Attorney Rivera did fix my cousin’s papers before! I think he’s legit.” I raised an eyebrow. “Fix, you mean by marrying her off to an American guy, right? That’s why she got a green card.” She gave me an awkward grin. “…Well, yeah. That.” I groaned. “And knowing how he does it, that’s probably what he’ll ask me to do too.” I muttered, “Something I’ll definitely never agree to.” Jessie blinked at me. “But what if Atty. Rivera can still help us? He’s still a lawyer even if he’s been terminated, right?” “Terminated for a reason,” I said, crossing my arms. “If Sir L