Semua Bab The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"I don’t want to go back to the Philippines," I said calmly but firmly, leaning back in my seat with my arms crossed. "I’m staying here in America. Can’t you see? The company runs better here. I’m more productive here. And most importantly—no one’s forcing me to marry a woman I don’t even know." I looked straight at my mother. I wasn’t joking. "Dark Nathaniel," my mother said in a deep, steady voice as she closed one of the five suitcases. "Everything is ready. There’s no turning back. We’re going home to the Philippines, and the agreement between the two families will push through." "Fiancée? Mom, I’m 28, not 48. I’m not desperate," I replied, my tone slightly sarcastic. "And besides, I don’t even know the girl. I want to be the one to choose. Not just be handed this situation like some failed project folder." "This isn’t a child’s discussion, Nathaniel," my mother said firmly. "Our family’s name is at stake. You’re not a boy anymore to run away from responsibility." Responsib

"Ouch, Mom! Let go of my ear—it’s getting swollen already! Don’t you have mercy on your most beautiful daughter? My future as an actress might get ruined!" Roxane’s lips twitched as she tried to move her head away from her mother’s tough grip, but even with the pain, the mischief on her face didn’t fade. "My God, Roxane!" her mother scolded. "How do you expect the Vellamontes to hire you as a maid after that ridiculous street drama you and Lyka pulled earlier?! You two looked like you were filming a soap opera in the middle of the road! I thought you were our lucky chance—especially now that we need money for your father’s and brother’s treatments!" "Oh, come on, Mom, don’t lose hope!" Roxane chirped. "If Lyka’s got the guts to block cars, I’ve got the charm! With all the girls trying to get noticed at the gates of that mansion, I think I’m the only one with the real X-factor. Besides, Mom, they’re hiring thirty maids! Who knows? Maybe I’ll get the job of ‘toilet tissue arranger’—i

Dark glanced at his watch. He let out a deep sigh as he gazed at the young woman peacefully sleeping on the convenience store bench. “She’s so beautiful… enchanting,” he whispered to himself, as though hypnotized by Roxane’s innocent and serene face. But he suddenly flinched when the girl abruptly stood up—still with her eyes closed, as if she were walking in her sleep. “Hey! You… I’m going home!” she mumbled hoarsely, her sleepy voice revealing that she wasn’t fully conscious and unaware of what she was doing. Dark moved quickly, about to help her, but the girl suddenly sat back down and wrapped her arms around herself before falling right back to sleep. He shook his head, though concern and a soft tenderness could be seen in his eyes. He approached quietly, as if afraid to disturb a child who’d simply worn herself out playing all day. He gently lifted her into his arms—carefully, as if she were made of glass. Before leaving, he called his bodyguard. “Bring the car here. Make

Every servant had their own assigned task—some were busy in the kitchen, others in the laundry, cleaning, ironing, and all other house chores inside the grand Vellamonte Palace. The place buzzed with the systematic movement and noise of the household staff, each still hesitant about their duties. But at this moment, only three maids remained inside the room—Roxane, Lyka who was visibly nervous, and Maxine who was also Roxane’s neighbor. The silence felt heavy, as if every heartbeat echoed through the room. “Among the three of you,” began one of the elder caretakers, her tone serious, “the bosses—our Madam and Sir—will choose who among you will become their personal maid. You must accompany them everywhere. This is not a request—it’s a job you must obey and prepare for.” The three exchanged glances. Tension engulfed them. Maxine swallowed hard, Lyka couldn’t sit still, while Roxane tried to maintain a calm facade despite her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Moments later, Mrs. V

Dark was supposed to assist Roxane, but before he could even get close, the woman was already standing—like a runway model, though her nervousness was obvious. Roxane subtly wiped her palm on the side of her skirt, forcing a smile to hide her tension as she introduced herself to the woman who didn’t seem pleased with her presence at all. Dark immediately walked away, as if on a mission, not even sparing a glance at the woman standing nearby, who seemed to be waiting for even a tiny bit of attention—or even just a breadcrumb from him. He strode straight into the house, each cold step echoing like he was walking through the frozen aisle of a grocery store with no one around. Left behind was Carrissa Guerro Montevesta, rooted to the spot, mouth slightly open—as if she had just discovered the WiFi at home went out. “What?! Is this real? Dark just walked past me?” she whispered to herself, her eyes still fixed on the door where the man disappeared. “He didn’t even notice my beauty? My