All Chapters of The Maid Who Was Trapped by The Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Then, Papa, do you know the CC Mark?” Dark asked hesitantly, his eyes fixed on his father’s face, searching for an answer, even though he could feel the heavy burden Mr. Nathaniel was carrying in that moment. But only silence answered them. The living room was filled with tension, like a lone wolf searching for shelter on a bright night, yet unable to escape the chill brought by unanswered questions. In the back of his mind, Dark knew this was not just a simple question. The CC Mark—Clinthon Crown—was more than a name; it was a symbol of power, fear, and secrets that came from the deepest corners of their family’s history. PAST IN THE LIFE OF CLINTHON AND VILLAMONTE The story of the Villamonte family was not always glamorous or successful. Before becoming one of the wealthiest families in Asia, they endured trials, betrayals, and deep wounds of failure. Back then, Mr. Nathaniel was neither a billionaire nor a well-known figure in the business world. He was just a simple aide to Am

Mr. Ama Clinthon sat quietly, holding a cup of hot coffee, his gaze fixed on Aling Beth as she slowly approached him. “Oh, Beth, you’re here,” he greeted her with a warm smile on his face. “You were just with Vanessa earlier. Where is she now?” he asked with a hint of concern. Beth took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage before she spoke. “I already brought her to her room, Sir Ama. Before I left her, I made sure she was sleeping soundly. She really needs to rest,” she answered with such care, as though she were her own mother. Ama Clinthon looked at her with gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you so much, Beth. I don’t know what I would do without you here.” But he suddenly shook his head when he heard Beth’s soft voice calling him again, sounding shy. “Ahm… Sir…” Beth sighed, and as she stepped closer, her heart thumped with nervousness. “I know you won’t easily agree to what I’m about to say… but… it won’t hurt to try. For your daughter,” she said bravely, even though her

"How am I even supposed to tell this to Sir Dark…" Drick scratched his head, clearly thinking hard for an excuse. Every now and then, he kept glancing at Roxane, as if hoping she’d suddenly volunteer to be the one to talk to Dark — but he knew that was impossible. "You have no choice, fafa Drick. You need to call her fafa Dark and ask him to let her go home…" Lyka cut in, arms crossed as she nodded seriously, like a royal adviser giving instructions for a very important mission. Drick flashed a mischievous smile and said, "You're right." There was a playful tone in his voice, and before Roxane could react, he stood up quickly and left the room like a soldier heading into a dangerous operation. Roxane’s jaw nearly dropped when she saw Drick walk out. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" she almost shouted, but it was too late. He had escaped. "Oh my god!" She pressed her hand to her forehead, feeling her hands slowly turn cold. Lyka, meanwhile, couldn’t hold herself back and burst out laughing.

Today is the day Roxane returns to the Villamonte household. This is not an ordinary homecoming; for some, it is the return of someone carrying heavy memories and a complicated history tied to that family. Inside the mansion, tension is palpable. The weight of unspoken truths seems to linger in the air, and every household staff member senses that something unusual is bound to happen today. That is why Mrs. Vellama summoned all the household staff of the Villamonte estate. She stood at the center of the spacious living room, back straight, wearing her favorite burgundy designer dress, chin lifted high—like a queen issuing orders to her subjects. “I called all of you here because the maid who seduced my son is coming home today,” she said firmly, each word carrying a weight that struck the listeners’ chests. Some of the staff exchanged glances, but no one dared to speak. They knew better than to openly discuss matters that angered Madam. “Even if this is against my will, I have no c

She looked at the father and son—both serious, neither willing to break eye contact. It was as if a silent conversation was taking place between them, one in which she was not included. Roxane felt the heaviness in the room. What are they hiding from each other… and from me? Several hours passed. Everyone was already inside their respective vehicles. Dark, Roxane, and Drick left ahead, while Mr. Nathaniel, Lyka, and Bodyguard Gerald followed in Mr. Nathaniel’s car. The other bodyguards followed closely behind, ready to provide security and protection throughout the journey. As time went by, their heartbeats gradually quickened as they drew nearer to their destination. In just a few minutes, they were expected to arrive at Villamonte Village—more famously known as Villamonte Palace—the ancestral home of their clan and the center of their stories. Everyone was ready to welcome them. The workers of the estate, including the diligent gardeners, were already lined up facing each other