Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

“If that is the way you think, Carolina… I will never pass the Clinthon Crown on to you!” Ama Clinthon declared firmly, his voice heavy and filled with anger as he stared intensely at his granddaughter, as if he saw nothing in her but weakness. Roxane swallowed hard, her chest visibly trembling from the pain of what she had heard. She took a deep breath, forcing down the lump in her throat. She wanted to answer, wanted to defend herself and the twins—but before she could even open her mouth, the door of the room suddenly opened. Standing there was the imposing figure of Gravon/Dark. His footsteps were heavy as he approached, and the cold expression on his face seemed to strike the weight of the situation even harder. “Don’t worry, Grandfather…” his voice was cold yet bold, each word settling into the air of the room. “I’ll take care of it. I’m sure we’ll be able to conceive a real grandchild soon!” Ama Clinthon’s eyes gleamed, as if pleased to hear such confirmation from the man.

“Boss Benjie!” one of the men shouted breathlessly as he quickly peeked inside the twins’ room. “They’re gone! No one is here! It looks like they discovered our plan!” Boss Benjie’s eyes immediately blazed with anger. His jaw clenched tightly as he balled his fists, his teeth almost cracking from the pressure. “You useless idiots!” he roared, his voice echoing throughout the entire hallway. “How did they find out about our move?! Huh?! Damn you all! You can’t even do something as simple as guarding properly!” The men stepped back, their knees trembling as they avoided Boss Benjie’s burning glare. One of them lowered his head, his hands shaking while still holding the cage that was supposed to be for the twins. “Boss… maybe someone betrayed the group—” one of them tried to explain nervously, but he couldn’t finish. “Shut up!” Benjie snarled as he slammed his fist on a nearby table, causing a glass to shatter and scatter shards across the floor. “Whoever the traitor is… I will crus

“OH MY GOD! You already have a husband and twin children, and your husband is a ba—” Maxine burst out dramatically, hands on her hips and eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. “You’re so overdramatic! Move aside!” Lyka immediately interrupted, rolling her eyes as she pushed Maxine aside. “The way you talk, you’d think you were the twins’ mother!” Lyka and Rockie quickly entered the Villamonte Mansion while carrying the twins. Maxine gasped and kept pointing at Lyka. “Oh my goodness! Is that what they call an instant mommy package? You’re already carrying twins, and you don’t even have a diaper bag! My goodness, people might think you went baby shopping—buy one, take one!” “Psssst!” Rockie suddenly blocked Maxine’s mouth with two fingers, as if pressing a mute button. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, behave yourself! Even if people call me gay…” Rockie straightened his posture like a beauty queen introducing himself, “…I’m still prettier than you!” Maxine’s jaw almost

“Don’t worry about the twins. I’ll take care of them,” said Mrs. Vellama while happily tending to the two babies. “The twins of my son are so cute,” she whispered to herself, gently caressing Roxiel, who was smiling happily while resting in her arms. Suddenly, a cold yet firm voice interrupted. “What is this commotion? Why are you all here, and why did you arrive before us?” asked Mr. Nathaniel sternly. He was Mrs. Vellama’s husband, and his brows were furrowed in confusion. Mrs. Vellama was not intimidated and immediately turned to her husband. “How did your errand go?” she asked calmly. Mr. Nathaniel replied firmly, “I didn’t see Dark. But what I don’t understand is this—why are there babies here? And not just one, but twins?!” Instead of answering his question, Mrs. Vellama simply smiled and carefully handed Roxiel to her husband. “Oh, go on. Hold your grandchild,” she said, leaving Mr. Nathaniel no chance to refuse. Even though he was clearly surprised and slightly hesita

“I have gathered you here again in the Grand Hall—right here at the very heart of our power—because there is an important matter I must announce,” Master Ama Clinthon began firmly, as his cane struck heavily against the marble floor, creating a loud echo that rang throughout the hall. “Because of the sudden incident that happened last month, I was forced to cancel the scheduled Investiture. But today, I declare and command before all of you… that my granddaughter, Carolina Clinthon, is the one worthy and whom I will appoint to sit upon my Throne!” Suddenly, Ismeralda raised her hand in protest, her gaze sharp and her voice firm. “With all due respect, Master Ama Clinthon. Shouldn’t the welfare of those currently in power be addressed first before appointing the next leader of CC?!” For a moment, everyone fell silent. Eyes met across the room, and tension flowed through every corner of the chamber. Carolina felt heat rising at the back of her neck, and in her mind she muttered shar