All Chapters of The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Honey… let me explain. I’ll tell you everything…" Dark murmured as he slowly approached Roxane. His voice was trembling—fear, anxiety—wrapping around every word he said. Who wouldn’t shake after being beaten by their own wife? "Say it now while I’m still calm!" Roxane snapped, forcing her voice not to rise as she continued walking toward him. Tears brimmed in her eyes, but she struggled to stay strong. Her chest felt like it was about to explode from the weight of everything. "It’s like this…" Dark sighed, unsure where to begin. "I love you… I really love you. That’s why I did it… there’s no one else. It’s only you." Roxane shook her head, forcing a smile that was soaked in bitterness. "Uhmmm… but what’s the real truth?!" she whispered, her voice soft but filled with pain. "Do you know… I miss my family? I want to see them… I thought… I thought that day would be my last here. I thought I would finally be with them. But no—you just gave me false hope." She stopped speaking and wi

“How dare you!” Levie’s voice trembled with fury, as if she was about to explode while striding toward Roxane. “You have the nerve to walk in here—and insult the only daughter of the Sebastians?!” Roxane merely tilted her head, a mocking smile playing on her lips as she eyed Levie from head to toe. She didn’t flinch—in fact, she stood taller. “Oh wow…” she said pointedly. “So now you’re suddenly the ‘only daughter’? Good for you. But me? I’m the eldest child of my parents. And even if we aren’t rich like you… I’m loved, and I was raised with dignity.” Levie’s face reddened in anger, as if pricked by needles. “I don’t care about you!” she screamed, louder, nastier. But Roxane remained calm. Her gaze didn’t waver—sharp, steady, and unafraid. “That’s exactly my point,” she answered firmly. “You don’t care about me—so why are you here? Why are you following me? Wherever I go, whoever my husband is, you have no right to interfere.” “You have no right, Levie,” she repeated. “Because y

Roxane didn’t even realize she’d already reached the outside… and now she was standing right in front of Dark Nathaniel’s car. Silence. No movement from inside. “Why is it so quiet?” she whispered to herself, staring at the tinted window of the vehicle. Moments later—click!—the back door opened. No words, no voice… just a silent invitation telling her: “Get in.” Roxane swallowed hard. “This again… that feeling that I’m being pulled into something I still don’t understand.” She glanced around, as if expecting answers from the wind. But the loudest sound was the chaos inside her head. “What am I supposed to do?!” her mind screamed. “Drick… Dark’s bodyguard… is he—? Is he really the man from my dream? The man who— who took my womanhood?!” Her eyes widened. “And then I married Dark — like a trap with no way out! And now I’m starting to think… that his assistant was actually the one who took my virginity, not Dark… but Drick was the first?!” She clenched her fists, trying to cal

While Dark, Roxane, and Drick were traveling, Roxane heard the soft rumbling of Dark’s stomach. But before that happens, we’ll eat first… I need energy to ask Dark later, Roxane thought, though she was still uncertain about her plan. “Come on, let’s eat. I’ll go with you,” she said, pointing at the line of street food stalls along the road. “Are you sure, honey?” Dark asked, hesitant, as if he wasn’t used to such simple scenes. “What is this food? Is it even good?” he asked uneasily while holding up a stick of isaw, almost dropping it. “Yes! It’s delicious. And you said I’m in charge, right? Well, this is it—eat a lot!” Roxane grinned and handed him another stick. They looked like friends hanging out—no wealth, no marriage, no D.N. Hotel. For a moment, she forgot the weight of the secret she was hiding. Meanwhile, Drick, without any hesitation, continued devouring everything—isaw, fishball, kwek-kwek, squid balls—eating like someone who hadn’t tasted street food in years. “Hey

But not even the shadow of Mrs. Vellama appeared to shout or scold them. The entire mansion was silent—like a storm hiding, waiting for the perfect moment to explode. Levie, once again feeling like a mere shadow, couldn’t handle the heavy atmosphere anymore. She shook her head, full of irritation and jealousy. She felt like a child being pushed aside in her own home. “You’re all dead when my mom and dad come back! I’ll report every single one of you—especially you, Roxane! Huhuhu!” she exclaimed, releasing the frustration she had been holding back. She slammed her car door, and moments later, the sound of her expensive car speeding off echoed down the road—along with the tears she refused to shed earlier. Roxane and Dark watched her leave, then shifted their eyes back to the scene in front of them—Dark’s two people: Drick, his bodyguard, and Lyka, her mother’s personal maid. “Dark… can we talk? Just the two of us,” Roxane said calmly, though her heart felt heavy. Dark glance