All Chapters of One Night with My Maid : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The iron gates of the Villareal Mansion looked like the bars of a golden cage. Standing by the grand entrance, Elena Cruz tightly gripped the strap of her worn-out duffel bag. Her chest tightened as she looked up at the massive, modern estate. She didn't want to be here, but with her mother’s soaring hospital bills and the endless threats from debt collectors, she had no choice. She needed this job. "Sumunod ka sa akin, Elena. Huwag kang pakalat-kalat dahil ayaw Mr. Zachary na may nakaharang sa dinadaanan niya," sternly ordered Manang Josie, the head housekeeper, as she led Elena through the grand marble hallways. "Opo, Manang," Elena replied softly. Her voice was gentle, her demeanor completely modest. She was wearing a simple, faded t-shirt and jeans, her long, dark hair tied into a neat ponytail. She didn't wear a single drop of makeup, but her natural, effortless beauty was impossible to hide. Her smooth, porcelain skin and the soft, innocent curve of her lips always drew atten

Third Person POV The next two weeks inside the Villareal Mansion became a quiet, torturous game of cat and mouse. Elena tried her absolute best to blend into the shadows, but no matter where she went, she could feel Zachary’s piercing, heavy gaze burning into her skin. Whether she was serving breakfast in the grand dining hall or polishing the antique vases in the living room, he was always there—watching. He didn't speak much, but the sheer intensity of his presence was enough to leave Elena completely breathless and flustered. "Elena, pakihatid naman itong bagong selyadong envelope sa kwarto ni Sir Zachary," utos ni Manang Josie isang gabi habang nag-aayos sila sa kusina. "Kararating lang galing sa kumpanya. Importante yata." "O-Opo, Manang," sagot ni Elena, kahit agad na kumaba ang dibdib niya. Iniiwasan niya hangga't maaari ang private quarters ng bilyonaryo, lalo na kapag ganitong gabi na. Pero wala siyang magagawa. Bitbit ang envelope, dahan-dahan siyang umakyat sa grand st

The grand mahogany doors of the Villareal Mansion slammed open past midnight, and Zachary stumbled into the foyer, completely soaked from the violent thunderstorm outside. His jacket was gone, his tie was ripped open, and his face was flushed with corporate rage and heavy whiskey. "Sir Zachary..." Elena whispered, stepping forward to help. "Just... take me to my room, Elena," he growled. Supporting his heavy, muscular frame, Elena guided him up the grand staircase and into the dark master bedroom. She assisted him onto the edge of the king-sized bed and quickly returned with a basin of warm water. But as she gently pressed a wet cloth against his jawline, Zachary’s dark eyes snapped open. His calloused hand shot out like lightning, gripping her wrist with a bruising force that sent the basin clattering to the floor. "Zachary... Sir," Elena gasped, hovering mere inches away from his face. "Pinupunasan ko lang po kayo." "Stop," Zachary growled, pulling her down until her chest brus