All Chapters of The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Why are you facing the other way?” Dark asked, his tone serious as he watched her. “Huh? Sir, seriously,” Roxane replied, trying hard to fight the redness creeping up her cheeks. “Do I really have to look at you? I mean… your… your mountain is literally outlined right there in front of me!” She swallowed hard and looked away, shaking her head. Dark didn’t even blink. “Get used to it.” Short, sharp — as if stripping in front of anyone was the most normal thing in the world. A brief stillness fell between them. Inside Roxane’s mind, her thoughts were exploding. “Oh my God… he probably wants to claim me again! God, I’m going insane. Why does my brain always go THERE whenever he’s around?! I need perfume for delusions at this point!” She pretended to look calm, but honestly, she wanted to hide behind a curtain or even behind a suitcase. Then Dark spoke again— “Get my robe later. I’m taking a shower. After I’m done, hand it to me. When I call you—come.” His words were firm as he w

Lyka frowned as she listened to the two women talking while they walked toward Dark’s room. “She complains like a child,” Lyka muttered with an eye roll, almost shaking her head in annoyance as she followed behind them. She let out a long sigh—clearly losing patience. “Seriously? It’s only Roxane’s and my first day at work, and there are already complaints about her?” she thought, baffled and slightly pissed. “Wow. I thought scenes like this existed only in TV dramas…” she added in her mind, rolling her eyes discreetly as she tried to hide her irritation. A few moments later, they reached Dark’s room. They stopped quietly. Voices from inside—Roxane and Dark—were clearly audible, as if in a serious conversation. Inside, Roxane and Dark were locked in an eye-to-eye stare—time seemed to stop. Dark spoke quickly, bluntly, without even a trace of hesitation. “I like you.” Roxane froze. Huh?! What did he just say?! It felt like fireworks exploded inside her head. She wasn’t sure i

Dark remained silent as he stared at the view from the shoreline. Even without speaking, the weight of his thoughts was clear in the way he stared at the vast ocean—like he was searching for something, or remembering something with every crash of the waves. That was exactly what he said earlier before they left the Vellamonte mansion: “Let’s go to the sea.” There was a shoreline near Vellamonte Village. Just past a small house that stood like a guardian at the base of the hill, the road led all the way to the end—where the sea awaited. The surroundings were quiet. The only sounds were the whispering wind and the endless meeting of waves against the shore—nature’s own music, blending with the silent emotions Dark was trying so hard to hide. It was only Roxane’s first day working as Dark’s maid, yet it already felt like a week of exhaustion—not from the chores, but from the tense atmosphere around her boss, who seemed to have his own world, especially after her mother told her she

It was past six in the morning when the mother and daughter finally finished their work. They carefully separated the whites from the colored clothes—they didn’t want any stains. The owner of the laundry shop that Aleng Beth recently worked for was quite particular. Aleng Beth was already used to this kind of work, especially when it meant earning money. She didn’t want the customers complaining about anything—so she handled every piece of laundry with double the care. While fixing the last sack of clothes, Aleng Beth couldn’t help looking at her daughter, who had barely slept. “Anak… it’s already six. You still haven’t had proper sleep.” Worry was written across her face. “Are you sure you’re okay going to work without rest?” Roxane looked at her mother and smiled, though the exhaustion in her eyes was visible. “My goodness, Inay… it’s like you don’t know me.” Her tone shifted, adding a playful swagger. “You should be used to me by now! I’m stronger than a water buffalo, ’n

"Uhmm… that’s not a funny joke, Mr. Dark. No matter what, I’m still your future wife, not that maid!" Carrissa snapped, cheeks burning—not only with anger but with humiliation. She clutched her expensive bag tightly, as if she wanted to throw it at the man in front of her. Dark’s brows furrowed again. His gaze sharpened, his voice turning cold as ice when he spoke. "Don’t tell me what to do if you don’t want to embarrass yourself again in front of other people," he warned, his tone cutting. A silence followed—tense, suffocating, almost deafening. Dark suddenly turned his back. His tone changed—gentler, yet every word cut into Carrissa’s pride like a blade. "Get out of my room. You’re ruining the moment." Carrissa squeezed her eyes shut at the sting of those words. Rage twisted inside her, but she kept silent. She spun around sharply, her footsteps heavy with humiliation as she left the room. "This isn’t over," she muttered to herself as she slammed the door shut. When she open