Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

The scheduled wedding will take place in the grand hall of Clinthon Crown, the jewel of the city where only nobles and the most powerful individuals are usually allowed to enter. From the very invitations sent to the selected guests—golden envelopes stamped with the crest of the Clinthon family—the weight and prestige of the celebration can already be felt. The hall itself is being prepared by renowned event stylists from Europe. Every detail has been carefully planned—from the massive chandelier that will be polished with imported crystal cleaner, to the arrangement of flowers flown in from four continents: orchids from Singapore, tulips from Amsterdam, and rare blue roses from Turkey. The floor will be covered with a hand-woven silk carpet embroidered with gold, while the wedding altar will be built in the center of the gleaming marble floor, with a backdrop designed by a famous Italian architect. The guest list is equally impressive: prominent businessmen, royal families from dif

Roxane was almost at the stage of the luxurious hall of Clinthon Crown, and every step she took seemed to echo throughout the grand chamber. Her chest pounded—not only because of nervousness, but because of the weight of all the eyes fixed on her. At the front stood Gravon Calvez, dressed in a black and gold tuxedo that seemed tailored for him alone. The smile on his lips was not just any smile—it was a smile that screamed of victory, love, and possession. A smile that no guest could ever rival, because it was meant only for Roxane. But in one corner of the hall, Ismeralda Rechenora’s fingers were tightly clenched around her fan. The sharp fire in her eyes could not be hidden as she almost choked out the word, “Annoying!” Some people noticed the slight lift of her eyebrow and the coldness in her voice. It was as if every step Roxane took toward the altar struck a wound in her heart. Meanwhile, Roxane forced herself to stay composed. Every breath felt like a battle, but in her mi

While Ismeralda was seething with anger in her seat, Carolina and Calvez were busy secretly exchanging glances when suddenly Mr. and Mrs. Calvez approached them. “Congratulations, my dear son! Aren’t you planning to introduce your beautiful wife to us?” Mrs. Calvez greeted happily, smiling as excitement and joy were clearly visible on her face. “H-huh?” Gravon responded in surprise, looking confused as he failed to recognize his mother’s voice immediately. His eyes darted from side to side, clearly unsure of how to respond. Good thing Roxane secretly nudged him, as if silently saying, “Those are your parents!” However, the hint still didn’t seem to work. Gravon’s face remained completely confused. Every movement he made revealed his nervousness, and he occasionally avoided their gaze, though his composed and handsome appearance remained. Because of that, Carolina quickly stepped in with a slightly forced smile. “Excuse us for a moment, Mama, Papa… my husband and I just need to tal

Two days passed. At the Zealand House of the Clinthon family, Roxane, Gravon/Dark, and the couple Mrs. and Mr. Calvez were gathered together. The atmosphere was dim and heavy, as if everyone carried a burden in their minds. A voice suddenly broke the silence. “Come with me to London! If you’re there, I’ll feel more at ease!” Mrs. Calvez said firmly while tightly holding the hands of Gravon and Carolina, as if she had no intention of letting them go. Gravon looked at his mother. “Mom… I can’t leave my wife here. Until there is clear news from the Clinthon Crown Guard about Father Clinthon’s condition, I’m not leaving.” Mrs. Calvez frowned, clearly unwilling to accept her son’s reasoning. “Ahmmm! Then bring your wife with you as soon as possible! Whoever dared to attack Carolina might return if you don’t leave this place yet!” she added, sounding as if she had already planned everything. Carolina suddenly interrupted, lifting her chin with her hands on her hips. “I’m not leavin

Visitor at Zealand House “Ma’am Caroli—” one of the maids had not yet finished speaking when a loud and commanding voice suddenly echoed through the hallway. “What is this commotion?!” thundered Ama Clinthon, who had just arrived at Zealand House. Along with the heavy sound of his footsteps came his doctors, following him like shadows that never left his side. His forehead was flushed and his eyes blazed with anger as he looked at the people gathered outside the room. His voice was not just an ordinary one—it was the voice of authority that everyone was expected to obey. “Why are you all making noise outside my granddaughter’s room?!” he added, each word striking like the crack of a whip against everyone’s ears. Some of the maids and visitors lowered their heads, trembling like children caught doing something wrong. “Leave them alone on their honeymoon!” he declared firmly, his voice filled with both threat and authority. “So they can immediately conceive the original heir—the tr