All Chapters of The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

📌 Author’s Note – Book 2: The Maid Who Was Trapped by the Billionaire Hello my dear readers! ❤️ Thank you so much for your unwavering support for Book 1. Because of all of you, we have now reached a new chapter in the story of Roxane and Dark Nathaniel. In Book 2, the battle becomes more intense and more emotional. It is no longer just about the love between the two of them, but also about what they have long been searching for—the twins who were separated from them in the midst of tragedy. Here, you will follow the story of Clairox and Roxiel, the twins who do not know their true origins. Their return will open new secrets, revelations, and battles that will test not only the family, but also the power and loyalty of the people around them. So hold on tight, because the fight begins again—more intense, more painful, and filled with more love. ✨ Synopsis (Book 2: The Maid Who Was Trapped by the Billionaire – The Lost Twins) Fifteen years have passed since Drick, Lyka, an

Clairox POV “Roxiel… I’ll head to school ahead of you, okay? I just need to finish something first,” I said to my twin while standing at the doorway. The house was still quiet. Mom and Dad were nowhere around—Dad had probably gone to work early again, while Mom was most likely already at the market. “What do you need to finish, twin? We go to the same school anyway…” Roxiel asked while chewing on a piece of bread. I could see the suspicion in his eyes, like he wanted to stop me from leaving. I grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “Hahaha! Don’t worry, twin, you’ll find out eventually. Just tell Mom and Dad I already left, okay?” I shouted while running out of the house. As soon as I stepped outside, I paused for a moment. I took a deep breath and suddenly looked at my reflection in the glass window of the small store at the corner. “Am I handsome enough…? Do I look okay?” I whispered to myself. I was unbelievably nervous. Not because I lacked courage, but because where I was

Just as Clairox was about to approach the group of women who had entered without Auction IDs, the massive stage doors suddenly swung open. A blinding spotlight instantly flooded the hall, causing every whisper in the room to die down. Everyone’s attention shifted at once toward the center, where a woman slowly stepped into view. She wore a dazzling gown that shimmered with every touch of light, but what truly captured everyone’s gaze was the jewelry wrapped around her neck. A diamond necklace worth millions of dollars—each stone sparkling like stars fallen from the sky. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer’s voice thundered as he slowly raised the gavel. “Here is the first treasure of tonight. Not merely a piece of jewelry, but a symbol of power, wealth, and history. And here is the auction girl who will present it before you.” The auction girl smiled gracefully as she walked, yet every step she took carried both charm and tension. The guests gasped softly, some immediately whi

An hour later… “Yeah! Our plan was brilliant! Hahahahaha!” a woman shouted while holding the Diamond Necklace that sparkled beneath the dim lights of their hideout. Greed gleamed in her eyes, as if she had already forgotten the danger tied to what they had done. “No one suspects that the jewelry box already contains a fake necklace!” she added, causing the entire group to burst into laughter. Their laughter sounded like the music of victory—loud, carefree, and overflowing with arrogance. But the celebration was suddenly cut short when a masked man spoke—the leader of their group. His voice was cold and filled with authority, instantly silencing everyone. “That’s enough celebrating,” he said as he stood upright and slowly approached the woman. “Deliver the Diamond Necklace to Mr. Clifford and collect the full payment. This battle isn’t over yet. Remember… one mistake and all of us will be doomed.” The four women who had earlier acted confidently during the auction exchanged silent

“What’s going on here? And what’s that you’re holding, Clairox? And what’s on the table?” Drick, their father, asked with wide eyes as he stared at the glistening roasted pig sitting in the center of the table. “Is that really roasted pig, or am I just imagining things?” he added, his voice growing sharper. The mixture of confusion and concern was clearly visible on his face. “And what about that, Clairox? Is that roasted chicken too?” he asked firmly while pointing at the whole roasted chicken his son was carrying. “Where did you get the money to buy all that—especially the roasted pig?” His tone tightened, no longer simply curious but now demanding answers. Meanwhile, Mama Lyka remained silent. She only glanced briefly at her children before slowly turning away and heading toward the kitchen. Their dinner for tonight was originally supposed to be three medium-sized milkfish—cheap fish she had carefully squeezed into their limited budget just to make ends meet. But what she saw o