All Chapters of One Night with My Maid : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The noise from outside the Villareal estate grew louder as the afternoon went on. Even with the thick, bulletproof glass windows, Elena could still hear the distant shouting of reporters and the non-stop clicking of heavy camera lenses. She felt completely trapped inside the massive, silent living room. Ang buong mansyon ay naging isang napakalaking gintong kulungan, hiding her from the hungry eyes of the public but keeping her prisoner all the same.She walked over to the grand fireplace, staring at the family portraits of the Villareals hanging above the mantle. Everything about this family screamed power, history, and an absolute lack of mercy. Zachary was the peak of that legacy—a man who transformed his family's wealth into a terrifying global empire.Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the main entrance opened once again. Elena turned around quickly, expecting another security update from Sebastian. Instead, Zachary stepped inside, his long coat draped over his arm. He

The grandfather clock in the corner of the master bedroom struck nine in the evening, but the grueling lessons were far from over. The styling team and Madame Vivienne had long since departed, leaving behind a mountain of silk dresses and a suffocating silence. Elena sat at the edge of the bed, her feet swollen and throbbing from hours of wearing the high-end stilettos. She was massaging her sore ankles, silently cursing the elite world that she was forced to enter.The heavy door opened, and Zachary stepped back into the room. He had showered in another wing of the mansion, and he was now wearing nothing but a dark silk robe, his damp hair falling loosely across his forehead. The cold, corporate beast had shed his sharp suit, but his presence remained just as terrifyingly intense. He carried a small crystal bottle of expensive lavender oil in his large hand.He walked over without saying a single word, kneeling right on the floor in front of her. Elena gasped, instinctively pulling h

The black limousine glided smoothly through the heavy iron gates of the grand estate where the annual Villareal Gala was being held. Outside the tinted windows, a sea of bright camera flashes exploded against the dark night sky. Hundreds of reporters, paparazzi, and onlookers were held back by a thick line of security guards. The noise from the crowd was a deafening roar, a chaotic storm waiting to swallow them whole.Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was dead silent. Elena kept her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of her midnight-blue gown to hide her uncontrollable trembling. Her heart was hammering violently against her ribs.Zachary sat beside her, his long legs crossed casually, looking completely unfazed by the madness outside. He glanced down at her hands and let out a soft, low sigh. Without a word, he reached over and covered both of her cold hands with his massive, warm palm."Calm down, Elena," Zachary commanded smoot

The high-society wolves continued to circle, but Elena held her ground. For the next hour, she survived a relentless barrage of backhanded compliments and passive-aggressive questions from the elite crowd. By Zachary’s side, she played the role of the hopelessly smitten, elegant wife to perfection. But as the night wore on, the heavy diamond necklace around her throat began to feel like it was choking her, and the suffocating scent of expensive perfumes and champagne made her dizzy. "Excuse me for a moment," Elena whispered to Zachary, her voice straining to maintain its calm veneer. "I just need to use the restroom." Zachary scanned her pale face, his dark eyes narrowing slightly in assessment. "Don't be long, Elena," he murmured, his grip on her waist lingering for a second before he reluctantly let her go. "Sebastian is stationed right outside the corridor. If anyone approaches you, you walk away." Elena nodded, turning gracefully and navigating her

The heavy wooden doors of the powder room opened, and the overwhelming roar of the orchestra immediately flooded Elena’s senses once more. Zachary’s hand remained firmly anchored against the small of her back, his touch commanding and unyielding as he guided her back into the grand ballroom. The sea of elite guests parted for them, their sharp, whispering voices falling into a sudden, expectant hush as the couple reclaimed the center of attention.The conductor of the orchestra caught Zachary’s subtle nod. With a dramatic sweep of his baton, the classical music transitioned into a slow, hauntingly beautiful waltz. It was the moment everyone had been waiting for—the traditional first dance of the hosts, now transformed into the public debut of the new Mrs. Villareal."Focus on me, Elena," Zachary commanded in a low, dangerous baritone as he stepped into her space.He took her small, cold hand in his massive palm, while his other hand slid around her waist, pulling her bod