Todos los capítulos de Working as a Maid for the Billionaire: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

Author's Note: Starting from this chapter, the story will shift to Lucas's point of view. LUCAS'S POV My life was an exhausting, predictable loop, and I was entirely over it. I had the surname that made the school administrators bow their heads a little lower, the kind of family wealth that meant my future was paved in gold before I was even born, and a face that meant I never had to eat lunch alone unless I explicitly chose to. On paper, I was the guy everyone wanted to be. In reality, I was already bored with my life. The Henry Academy was a playground for the children of politicians, real estate tycoons, and old-money. Everyone wore the same tailor-made uniforms, drove the same luxury cars into the campus parking lot, and bickered over the same social drama. Nothing ever surprised me. No one ever stepped out of line. Until the second week of the semester, when the quiet girl with the slightly oversized, faded blazer transferred into Class. “H-hello po, ako po si Anya. S

I didn't look back, but as I rounded the corner of the building, the absolute silence behind me felt different. I kept my hands shoved deep into my pockets, adjusting the collar of my uniform as the afternoon breeze carried away the last traces of that irritating scene. In my mind, that was the end of it. I had cleared out three annoying pests, retrieved a ridiculous Minnie Mouse backpack, handed over a handkerchief I didn’t care about losing, and tossed in a cheap pack of fruit candies to buy myself an exit without having to stress myself on how to comfort her. Hindi ko alam kung paano. Hindi rin naman kami close para mag-effort ako na patahanin siya. I did what I did because I despised bullies who used their family titles as leverage, not because I was looking to play the hero for the new scholarship kid. I expected things to go back to normal by the next morning. Except, normal things didn't happened. It started the very next day during second period. Mr. Reyes was discussing E

A full week passed after that day, and true to her timid nature, Anya didn’t make a single move to approach me. Bakit ba siya nahihiya? She mustered up the courage to gave me the cake but now she can't even get close to me. Every single morning, I walked through the main gates expecting her to suddenly pop up from behind staring at me. Every afternoon in the library, I sat in my usual spot near the back row, keeping my eyes fixed on my tablet screen while waiting for that familiar, slight shift in the air that meant someone was peeking at me from behind the history section. But there was nothing. She kept her distance too well. Whenever our eyes accidentally crossed paths in the hallway, her face would still flush but instead of lingering, she would duck her head, clutch her worn-out Minnie Mouse backpack tightly against her chest, and scurry off in the opposite direction like a frightened rabbit. She was taking her unspoken rule of staying out of my social sight far too seriously.

Years have passed and I didn't had the chance to see her again. A lot of things has changed and I could hardly remember her name. I was driving on my way home, when a sudden shadow blurred in front of my car, my heart practically stopped afraid that I might kill someone. I slammed my foot on the brakes, turning the steering wheel hard making the wheels make a squeak sound. My heart hammered against my ribs. Time seemed to freeze as I watched a woman collapse onto the hard pavement, her eyes shut tight and her shoulders trembling in sheer terror. I threw the driver's side door open and stepped out, a mix of adrenaline and frustration surging through my veins. “Bakit hindi ka tumitingin sa dinadaanan mo?!” I shouted. My voice came out deeper and harsher than intended. But beneath the anger was a wave of pure relief that my car hadn't actually struck her. I hurried over and grabbed her arm to help her up. When she lifted her face, I froze. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears,

Anya’s sharp gasp didn't get past my ear. Her face was flushed bright crimson, her eyes wide like a cornered deer. "O-opo, Sir. Sorry po talaga. Akala ko po talaga kasi ikamamatay ko na 'yung kaba," she stammered out, her fingers twisting frantically into the hem of her oversized white shirt. I looked at her, trying to maintain my composure but the shirt she was wearing was completely bare. It was so old, thin, and washed-out that I can practically see the inside. Through the shirt, her body was unmistakably clear. Worse, the rise and fall of her chest distract me. We remained seated on her small bed. It creaked beneath my weight. I was aware of the close distance between us. The subtle scent of cheap soap mixed with something sweet that was entirely her own. I felt like boiling water, my own body heat spiking uncontrollably. Control yourself, Lucas, I thought, closing my eyes for a fraction of a second to steady my pulse. Dahil ba sa gulat kaya hindi niya na naisip na halos kita