บททั้งหมดของ The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

While everyone in the Vellamonte mansion was drowning in chaos, Roxane and Dark were quietly driving down a road toward a destination she didn’t even know. “Sir… what exactly are you planning to do with me?” Roxane asked in a soft but tense voice, trying hard to steady her trembling emotions. “I’ve only been working for you for a few days, but it feels like you’re making my life difficult already. I have no power over you… and you know that.” Confusion washed over her face, and she kept wiping away the tears forming in her eyes so he wouldn’t notice. Meanwhile, Dark remained silent, hands firm on the steering wheel, as if deep in thought. Moments later, he suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road. He turned to her—serious, unwavering—staring straight into her eyes. “I love you… and I want you to be my wife,” he said calmly, but every word carried a weight that wrapped around his entire being. Roxane shut her eyes for a moment, unable to believe what she heard.

“We have to begin now, Sir Dark. Dusk is settling in,” the priest said while secretly pressing a hand to his stomach. He was clearly hungry, wanting to finish the wedding before he merged with the peace of dinner. “Did you hear the priest?!” Dark grabbed Roxane’s hand. “Come on. Just come with me. Stop complaining, Roxane—I know you won’t regret saying ‘yes’ to me.” Roxane looked up at the sky like she was waiting for a UFO to rescue her. She had no choice. “Fine… I’ll agree. But on one condition.” Dark quickly turned to her, like a kid who was just told, “There’s a prize, but don’t be naughty.” “What is it?!” he asked, grinning so wide it looked like fireworks were about to shoot out of his ears. “No kissing. No hugging. And absolutely—AB-SO-LU-TE-LY—no touching our bodies together!” “WHAAHAHAHA!” Dark burst out laughing as if he’d just won a cockfight. The priest and his assistant—the one who was definitely a gossip—both turned to look at them. The assistant clutched the Bibl

“Are you ready to become a Villamonte, my beloved wife?!” Dark asked, his voice deep, serious, and dripping with intent as he slowly opened the car door for Roxane. Like a classic gentleman in modern times—mysterious, handsome, and dangerously appealing to any woman’s heart. His gaze was sharp yet warm, as if he was examining Roxane’s entire being. As if he wanted to ask, are you also ready to fall for me? Roxane swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of Dark’s deep voice or the adrenaline rushing from everything happening between them. She felt like she was suddenly the main character in a teleserye that had become real. “Is all of this really serious? Is this even real?!” Roxane asked again, sneaking a glance at him as he sat in the driver’s seat. But that question sounded more like something she asked herself—like even she couldn’t believe how fast everything was happening. Dark smiled—not the simple kind, but the type of smile that says, This is it. No turning back.

“Where are my parents? Where is my family?!” Roxane screamed, sobbing as she collapsed to her knees in the muddy ground where their belongings lay scattered. Her entire body trembled—not from the cold, but from overwhelming fear and helplessness. It felt like her heart was being stabbed again and again with the realization that their home was gone. The roof had collapsed. Clothes were hanging limp on a broken wire, drenched in rain, while others were being swept away by the wind. People around her could clearly see her falling apart. But instead of comforting her, some began whispering… “Well, that’s her fault, too.” “Who told her to get involved with a billionaire? She wanted this.” “Look at her now—pathetic, but still arrogant.” Every word was like a sharp blade cutting into her back. But Roxane didn’t answer. She didn’t lift her head. Instead, she swallowed everything—the pain, the shame, the agony. She quickly gathered their scattered belongings, her hands shaking as she pi

“Listen to me, Miss Hermenez!” Mr. Villamonte shouted, trembling with anger. “Listen carefully! How could you say you’re pregnant, huh?! My son has only been here in the Philippines for four days! That’s suspicious! You barely met each other yesterday, and now you’re telling me you’re pregnant?! What kind of miracle is that?!”Roxane was crying, but her voice still tried to stay strong. Her snot was dripping, but she still continued speaking between breaths.“Do I really have to break it down for you?! You want me to tell you how many times? Where? What position? How many minutes?!” She sniffed loudly in between her anger. “You want me to include how many times I cursed?!”“Yes, we had sex! Not just once, but… okay, a lot! And even if it just started, early pregnancy is possible! Google it, sir! I get fertilized fast, sorry not sorry if I’m fertile and your son has Olympic-level swimmers!”Mr. Villamonte shook his head, but Roxane kept going.“Just because it’s only been four days doe