Todos los capítulos de Working as a Maid for the Billionaire: Capítulo 271 - Capítulo 280

The business trip to Singapore was demanding, yet, despite the exhausting schedule, my mind kept drifting back to a specific person. I needed distance. I needed to purge the lingering scent of her cheap floral soap from my mind and reinstate the boundaries that had temporarily collapsed. My siblings, predictable as ever, hadn't helped maintain order in my absence. From the brief reports my assistant forwarded, Cindy had flown back from Europe only to throw tantrums over her wardrobe for the upcoming party, while Nathan continued to treat the estate like his personal country club. When the final meeting wrapped up early, my assistant suggested checking into a hotel near the airport to rest before tomorrow's scheduled flight. But instead, I canceled the remaining itinerary and boarded the earliest plane back to Manila, and drove straight toward the estate. I told myself I was just eager to clear my desk. I told myself I was just tired. Then, as my SUV approached the entrance, I sa

I walked down the staircase, adjusting the bridge of my glasses with my thumb. In my right hand, I held my tablet, scrolling through the unending sea of financial reports, stock updates, and board meeting schedules. Until I reached the dining room. Anya was there. She was carefully setting the dining table, her quiet dedication that always caught my attention. She wore her house staff uniform yet she stood out in this cold, empty mansion like a flickering flame in a dark room. I sat down at the head of the table. Almost immediately, Anya stepped forward, placing a warm plate in front of me. A perfectly prepared medium-rare steak, garnished with fresh herbs. It smelled incredible, but my eyes didn't drop to the food. They stayed on her. She immediately began to retreat, stepping back toward the shadows like she was trying to make herself invisible. I hated when she did that. I hated the invisible boundaries this house seemed to build between us. "Eat with me, Anya," I said quietly

I had a business meeting here at Velvetry Bar. The heavy door of VIP Lounge 1 clicked shut, as my client left. I caught myself smiling as I thought of Anya. She was a chaotic burst of color in my life. Her unfiltered remarks, her dramatic gasps, the way she made no effort to hide her absurd little crush on me…lahat ng yon ay gusto ko. It should have been unprofessional. It should have irritated me. Yet, every morning, I found myself walking downstairs a little slower just to see her energy light up the room. A soft knock at the door broke my train of thought. "Enter," I said, not bothering to even turn around. The soft sound of heels clicked against the polished hardwood floor. "Good evening, Sir. What can I get for you?” I waited for the server to announce the drink, but instead, I heard a stifled gasp. I frowned. Velvetry was an elite establishment and the staff was trained to be invisible and professional. I turned slowly, ready to dismiss the clumsy server. However, as I sa

Anya looked like a breeze could knock her over. Pale, dark circles under her eyes, and entirely absorbed in dusting a vase. What could be her problem this time? Dalawang araw lang ang nakalipas, lugmok na agad siya. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a second before I spoke. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Anya. Or did you stay up all night sniffing my coat?" She practically jumped out of her skin, dropping the duster onto the polished floor before catching it mid-air. The look on her face was almost endearing. "Sir! Nagulat naman ako sa inyo. Grabe, ang aga niyo naman pong nagising," she blurted out, her voice slightly strained. I stepped closer, shutting down the distance between us. "I heard you're looking for another job." That's a lie. Tinitingnan ko lang kung trabaho ulit ang problema niya. Her eyebrows shot up, her eyes darting around as if searching for hidden cameras. "Ah, opo Sir. Kailangan lang po talaga ng dagdag na kita. Pang-maintenance ni Lola."

"Order whatever you want, Anya," I said, opening my menu and using it as a shield to hide the faint twitch of amusement on my lips. "As long as it’s spicy enough to keep you quiet for at least ten minutes." I knew I sounded stern, but it was the only defensive line I had against her relentless energy. "Grabe ka sa akin, Sir. Pero sige, hamon ba 'yan?" She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands with that signature smile before telling the waiter, “'Yung level of spiciness na pang-demonyo po, 'yung tipong makikita ko na ang future ko sa anghang." She turned to the waiter, pointing randomly at pictures, she couldn't pronounce a single item on the menu but it still looked cute. The waiter blinked, thoroughly bewildered by her order request, but I simply gave him a subtle nod to confirm we’d take the traditional heat level. While we waited, the silence returned. Anya was staring at me. Unapologetically. Intently. Pwede na akong matunaw sa tingin niya sa akin. "Why are you smili