All Chapters of The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Hey, Maxine… what now?! Tell me who told you that—and how you even know that word?! Because even I—yes, even I—don’t know anything about that!” (While Carrissa listens quietly from a corner, unseen by everyone.) Roxane grabs her waist, trembling with a mix of fear and irritation as she glares at Maxine, as if she wants to dig out the woman’s entire soul. What Roxane doesn’t know… is that a pair of eyes is silently watching from behind the door. Dark. His hand rests on the doorknob. He was about to open it earlier when Roxane’s shout echoed through the room. He froze—not because of fear, but because of Maxine’s next words. “Does Miss Hermenez really not remember what happened between us in the elevator that night?” It hits Dark like electricity. He closes his eyes, and slowly— the exact scene returns to him. FLASHBACK A night thick with tension, the elevator becoming a world of its own. Roxane, leaning against the cold metal wall— and Dark, pressing against her, kissing

The meeting at Vellamonte Corporation ended without even the slightest hint of a smile on Dark’s face. His jaw was tight, his brows drawn in deep frustration, and tension clung to his entire body. One by one, the board members left—people who both feared and respected the Vellamonte name—yet now, Dark felt like he didn’t even want to hear that surname spoken around him. Inside the conference room, only his father and Carrissa Guerrero remained—still seated, still calm, still wearing that practiced, confident smile. Outside, the family bodyguards and several household staff waited—including Roxane, who looked nervous as she secretly peeked inside. “What’s the meaning of this, Papa?!” Dark burst out, his voice echoing sharply in the quiet room. He shook his head in irritation, his fists tightly clenched. “What kind of nonsense is this?! Mama and I talked about my marriage—just plans! Why did you have to jump ahead of everything?! And why Carrissa?!” His father didn’t even flinch. In

“Prepare yourself, Best! Tomorrow, I’m sure you’ll be the center of gossip in the entire mansion—especially in front of Boss Dark Nathaniel’s parents!” Lyka said firmly from the other line before abruptly ending the call. I let out a deep sigh as I stared at the ceiling, as if hoping it had the answers to all the chaos in my head. “Haaay… what now? I feel like I just want to melt from embarrassment! I don’t want to go to work tomorrow! I’d rather help Mama with the laundry under the scorching sun than be the talk of the Big House like some teleserye lead!” I held my temples. My mind was a mess! My heart was pounding—fear, panic, and a little bit of fluttery feeling I refused to understand. “What trouble have I gotten myself into?! What am I even supposed to say when I face them?!” “Maybe I should just pretend I’m sick tomorrow… maybe…” I stopped, biting my lip. No… I can’t! Papa and my little brother were already unwell—how could I pretend to be sick too? What kind of daughter

The bamboo door of Roxane’s room opened slowly, accompanied by the soft rustle of wind from outside. Dark immediately straightened up, as if reflexively expecting Roxane to finally come out. But like a slap of cold water to the face, disappointment hit him—because it was only Aling Beth who stepped out of the room. “Ah…” He blinked rapidly, trying to hide the excitement in his eyes as he peeked behind the older woman, hoping someone else would follow. Dark looked around behind Aling Beth. “She’s still not coming out?” he whispered to himself. Roxane was nowhere to be seen. “I’m sorry, hijo…” Aling Beth said softly, but her tone carried weight. “My daughter says she isn’t feeling well.” “What?!” Dark almost shouted as he rushed closer. “Let’s bring her to the hospital, Mama!” His voice trembled with worry and agitation, like he couldn’t keep still. Aling Beth instinctively stepped back, gripping the hem of her duster. ‘Goodness, what excuse can I use to make this man leave

Instead of taking Dark’s hand, Roxane strode forward on her own—unbothered by the faded house dress she was wearing. It was loose, wrinkled, and clearly worn out from years of washing. Yet despite her appearance, she walked straight ahead, chin lifted—showing no shame about being in public dressed like that. Dark smiled as he followed behind her. There was a strange happiness in his eyes—like he genuinely enjoyed seeing this woman in her most unfiltered, simplest form. Unlike the women always wearing makeup or expensive brands, Roxane was… real. Meanwhile, Roxane didn’t notice the series of judgmental looks from the women around them. Some were clinging to their boyfriends, but their attention shifted to the man walking after her—tall, handsome, striking—like he had just stepped out of a perfume commercial. “If I were her, I’d never play hard to get with a guy like that,” whispered one of them. “That girl is so full of herself! She’s not even that pretty, yet she has the nerve to