All Chapters of The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

She glanced briefly inside the room through the curtains. “What should I do? They might see us… the Clifford family must never find out we’re here.” Her voice was calm, yet filled with tension. She knew that one wrong move could reveal a secret long protected. On the other line, it was now Ama Clinthon holding the phone. A deep voice answered—slow, calm, but each word carried a weight that went straight to the bones. Ama Clinthon. The pillar of the Clinthon family. Father of Vannessa Clinthon. And… grandfather of the child Beth is desperately hiding right now. “Beth…” A call barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of their entire history. “Hide for now.” A direct order—no questions, no hesitation. “Don’t go out. Don’t show yourself. This is not the right time.” Beth clutched the terrace railing as she listened. Though she was already used to tension, this was a different kind of fear—the kind only Ama Clinthon’s voice could instill. “I’ll find a place for you

Due to what happened to Roxane while Mr. Nathaniel was talking to her, she was immediately rushed to the nearest hospital—but it wasn't just any ordinary medical facility.That hospital was an exclusive VIP medical facility that only politicians, well-known businessmen, and elite families had access to. It had its own helipad, luxury suite floors, and a dedicated team of specialists ready to respond even at odd hours of the night.Upon their arrival, she didn't go through the usual ER. She was taken straight to a private suite using the express elevator, with Dark supporting her and followed by security and medical staff."Vitals are slightly unstable... Heart rate elevated... The patient seems extremely exhausted," said the head nurse while examining Roxane."No obvious signs of trauma. No fever. Just... exhaustion.""Has she been under severe stress?" asked the doctor while looking at the chart.Dark nodded, but didn't say anything. Deep down, he knew that it wasn't just stress—it w

“Ma’am Beth! We’re here to get you! Move fast!” the man shouted, fighting against the powerful wind coming from the chopper blades. Beth didn’t hesitate. She first handed her child to the soldier and said urgently, “Take the baby first, please!” The man carefully carried the child and lifted him up toward the helicopter, where the second crew member inside immediately received him. Beth followed. She was secured into the rescue harness, and with the man’s help, she was quickly pulled upward. As she ascended, she couldn’t stop the tears from falling—not out of fear, but from the overwhelming rush of anxiety and desperate hope. When she finally got inside the helicopter, she immediately looked down. “My husband… he’s the only one left! You have to bring him up!” The crew member on the ground swiftly pulled out a rescue sling designed for a wheelchair-bound passenger. He lowered it quickly but carefully, hooked it onto her husband, and within seconds, it was being lifted into the a

“Me… pregnant?” she whispered to herself, almost inaudible. She gently turned the doorknob, and when she opened the door, the first thing she saw was Dark’s face—pale with worry, but it instantly brightened the moment he saw her. He said nothing. Instead, Dark pulled her into a tight, warm, worried embrace. Roxane could feel the strong, racing beat of his heart—almost as if it wanted to match the frantic pounding of her own. “What are you doing…?” she asked weakly, trying to keep some distance. “I just finished throwing up… Aren’t you disgusted with me?” Dark leaned down, held her face with both hands, and looked straight into her eyes—without doubt, without hesitation. “No. Never,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Roxane. I love you. And if there’s a chance for me to prove that every day, I’ll do it wholeheartedly. Especially now that your body is carrying a life… our child.” Roxane gasped softly. For the first time, the

“What helicopter, drone? What protocol and gate shutdown?” Roxane suddenly asked from behind Dark. Her voice was firm, mixed with anxiety, worry, and suspicion. Dark almost jumped in surprise—he hadn’t expected her to be there and had been listening to his phone conversation all along. “Y-you’ve been there all this time?” he asked, trying to compose the shock on his face. He looked at Roxane, as if trying to gauge how much she had overheard. “Did you hear… everything I said?” he added, his tone now tinged with anxiety. Roxane looked him straight in the eyes—sharp, full of questions and emotions she was trying to contain. “Yes… but only up to what I heard, nothing more,” she replied, folding her arms across her chest, and slightly shaking her head. “You’re like Agent X44 giving orders! Did something happen that you’re not telling me? Something bad, isn’t it?!” Dark scratched the back of his head. He avoided her gaze. “Huh? N-nothing,” he murmured. But inside, he felt suffocated by t