Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

“Sir… we don’t know who you’re talking about… Dark? Is it Dark or ? Maybe it’s just the flashlight!” Drick said, trembling as he knelt in front of Benjie’s men.“We don’t know anyone! Right, Gerald, right?!” he added in a whisper-shout, elbowing his companion.“M-me? Ah yes! That’s right! We don’t know anyone… but if there is, maybe he’s just Batman’s cousin!” Gerald replied quickly, sweating heavily.One of Benjie’s men shook his head.“What is this, a comedy bar or an interrogation?!”Drick suddenly knelt again.“Sir, even if you Google our names, I promise, nothing about Dark will come out… maybe only Dark Chocolate!”“Stop fooling around! Do you want to lose your jobs immediately?!” one of Benjie’s men shouted sternly.“Sir… please!” Drick almost collapsed dramatically. “We really don’t know anyone named Dark! We came from a faraway province… a province of quiet people with no electricity!”“SILENCE!” the leader shouted. “If you don’t know Dark Villamonte—”“Oh, Villamonte?” Geral

“Tok, tok, tok…” The series of knocks disturbed Ama Clinthon’s deep rest. He paused mid-breath, as if he couldn’t immediately believe that someone would dare disturb him at this hour of the night. “Is there no guard outside my room tonight?!” he muttered sharply, shaking his head. “Why does someone have to knock? And where is Benjie?!” He slowly stood up, feeling the weight of the silence around him. As he approached the door, a frown and a sharp glare instantly crossed his face. “Who dares to play tricks on me at this ungodly hour—” But he was unable to finish his words. His voice was cut off when he noticed a piece of paper carefully placed on the floor, right in front of his door. “What kind of stunt is this?!!!” Ama Clinthon angrily exclaimed as he stepped back inside his room, gripping the piece of paper tightly. He immediately opened it, and his eyes widened at what he read. “Insolence! Who is planning to take my grandchild?! And who sent this letter?!” he shouted furio

While some secretly laughed at Roxane’s obvious ignorance, others could not hide their disgust and disappointment, as if they were slowly losing faith in Ama Clinthon. “That?!” Ismeralda Rechenora whispered sharply, each syllable nearly tearing with mockery. “That? Is that the one who will replace Master Ama?!” Her eyes rolled as if cringing in humiliation. “She doesn’t even know how to carry herself—she looks like she was just pulled off the streets! And she’s the one who will handle the entire Clinthon Crown? My God! She doesn’t fit the CC bloodline! The entire clan will be a laughingstock if she sits on the throne.” Every word from Ismeralda felt like a knife repeatedly carving into Roxane’s dignity—insulting, scornful, and full of belittlement. Her cold voice carried a nauseating arrogance, as though she herself should be the one seated beside Ama Clinthon. Ismeralda Rechenora—the second most powerful under Ama Clinthon—was known not only for her intelligence and strategy, but

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Carolina! I will immediately fix the divorce papers between you and Dark! The two of you cannot be together just because you want to!” Ama Clinthon declared firmly, his sharp gaze piercing as if it could reach her soul. “Explain it to me, Grandpa!” Carolina replied, her voice trembling but her resolve unshaken. “But it won’t even come to that! Will you really prioritize your anger toward the Villamonte family over your desire to save what you’ve long wished for?!” Ama Clinthon slightly paled, especially after hearing the next words from his granddaughter. “Is that what you also did to Ma’am Vanessa… is that why she end—” “You have no right to say that!” the old man roared, his voice echoing throughout the entire hall. But Carolina did not back down. She stood straighter, braver, each word almost shattering as it left her lips. “I have every right, Grandpa! If I am truly your granddaughter, then you will listen to me. Because this is the fastes

AT THE OLD BUILDING “Sir Dark… I heard that the twins will be returning here today,” said one of Dark’s men who had just entered the old building where they secretly met. Dark’s eyes suddenly widened. He quickly turned around, feeling his heartbeat accelerate. “Re-really? They’re coming back here?” He couldn’t hide the lift in his voice, like a child eager to see the treasure he cherished most. He gripped the edge of the table, almost smiling in excitement. But the man wasn’t finished speaking. “And I also have good news, Sir… Guard Drick successfully managed to get Roque and Lyka into New Zealand as caretakers of your twins. So… you don’t have to worry about their safety anymore.” Dark felt his chest lighten. He leaned back in his chair and looked upward, as if he wanted to shout in gratitude, but he restrained himself. A suppressed smile escaped his lips. “Thank You… my God, thank You!” he whispered to himself, his eyes glistening as he held back his emotions. However, his e