บททั้งหมดของ The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

“Mom… what are you doing here?! Why are you here, how did you know where my wife and I are?” Dark asked his mother in confusion, shock and irritation clearly written on his face. He glanced briefly at Levie, as if she might also know something about what was happening. “Oh no, he mustn’t find out that I placed a GPS tracker on their car… how will I answer his question?” Mrs. Vellama whispered to herself, forcing her expression to calm so her secret wouldn’t be noticed. She tried to smile, but beneath it was anxiety. “Of course, my son, I have people around who inform me where you are,” she answered, deliberately looking away. “I can’t just sit while that woman… while she fills your life with lies.” Dark was about to speak again when he noticed a strange shadow across the street—a black van that had apparently been parked there for some time without him noticing. There was a small logo on its side… familiar to Dark, because it was the same logo that had taken Roxane’s family. Mrs.

“Aaahghhh! This is so annoying, it really stinks—smells like rotting garbage! It smells just like you in here, Roxane!” Levie shouted. Because of the terrible smell, she stormed out, clearly having a hard time with it and choosing to leave rather than face the stench Roxane was eating. “Hahahahaha! You’re so exaggerated, calling it smelly as if you don’t eat mango yourself,” Roxane laughed, laughing into the air and obviously still enjoying the taste of what she was eating. “By the way, best… I’ll be leaving early today. You know, it’s my brother’s birthday today,” Lyka whispered, clearly in a hurry but with a small smile and happiness in her eyes. “Oh right, that’s right! It’s Kyle’s birthday today. How old is he now?” Roxane asked, trying to control her excitement and surprise. “He’s turning ten, best… What should I do, I’ll be leaving you here? I really need to go now,” Lyka said, sounding hesitant but with joy in her voice. Roxane suddenly felt sad, clearly not wanting her fr

“Ahmmmm…” Roxane raised an eyebrow when she saw who had spoken. It was as if her chest suddenly tightened. “Why would he have our house rebuilt, when it’s clear to both of us that he wasn’t really the one who took me?” she whispered to herself, feeling a mix of shock and irritation. She shot the man a sharp look, as if examining his every move. “Oooiii… Drick?! You’re here!” Lyka called out cheerfully, a bright smile instantly appearing on her lips and her eyes sparkling when she saw the young man’s handsome face. “What are you doing here, Drick? And why did you have our house rebuilt?” Roxane asked, her tone slightly rising, clearly confused and with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “Ah… uh, well, I was the one who supervised it, but the budget came from Sir Dark,” Drick replied, scratching the back of his head. He lowered his gaze for a moment, seeming shy as he stole a glance at Roxane. Roxane breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the heaviness in her chest slowly ease. Quietl

Days and weeks passed until Roxane reached three months of pregnancy. Her morning sickness remained intense—far worse than Dark had expected. She often woke up in the middle of the night, craving food that was hard to find, and there was hardly a moment when her body felt calm because of her constantly changing condition. “Oiiiii… Dark… wake up! I want to eat squid or maybe some seafood! Come on, wake up!” Roxane said as she almost aggressively shook Dark’s shoulder. “Honeeeey… okay, okay, I’m up already…” Dark replied, his eyes still half-closed with sleep, clearly just awakened. He groped his way up, nearly tripping on the floor because his vision wasn’t clear yet. He scratched his head and sighed, as if wondering how he had signed up for this kind of mission every dawn. “Thank you, honey!” Roxane said with a wide smile, holding her belly like a child excited to taste her favorite food. “Drick!” Dark called from inside the room, his voice hoarse and still heavy with sleep.

“I’m already here at the Villamonte Mansion… am I really going to back out now?!” Beth whispered firmly to herself, tightly gripping the strap of her bag. Moments later, she heard the slow grinding sound of metal—a heavy noise that seemed to press against her chest. The massive gate of the mansion opened. “My God… I’m so nervous!” her thoughts cried out. As the gate opened, the gentle face of Drick came into view. “Welcome back, Madam Beth,” the guard greeted politely, slightly bowing as a sign of respect. “Please follow me,” he added, his voice serious and emotionless. Beth couldn’t help but clutch her bag tighter, as if holding on to the last of her courage. Questions spilled from her lips, filled with anxiety: “Where is Roxane? I want to talk to her… right now!” Drick smiled faintly, as if holding back a laugh at the sudden request. “She’s in her room… busy eating cup noodles,” he answered, his tone lightly teasing. “Uhmm… is that so?” Beth’s voice carried both hurt and