All Chapters of One Night with My Maid : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The heavy footsteps of Zachary’s security detail advanced, their shadows looming over Cassandra as they moved to confiscate the silver flash drive. The reality of her impending ruin—both financial and social—pressed down on her chest like a physical weight. Her mind raced through the wreckage of her pride. She was a Galvez, and she refused to be thrown out like garbage while a housemaid sat on the Villareal throne."Wait," Cassandra gasped, her voice suddenly dropping its hysterical edge, replacing it with a strained, breathless urgency. She stepped back from the guards, her eyes locked onto Zachary’s broad back. "Zachary, please. Just five minutes. Just the two of us. Let me speak to you without your men, without Sebastian. If you still want to destroy me after that, I will hand you the drive myself."Zachary stopped tracking his way toward the glass doors. For a long, agonizing second, the lobby was dead silent. Then, without turning around, he gave a slight nod. Sebastian

The heavy, humid air of the Manila afternoon slapped Zachary across the face the moment he burst through the grand glass doors of the Chronicle building. The streets of the central business district were a chaotic maze of rushing pedestrians, roaring jeepneys, and bumper-to-bumper corporate traffic. His eyes, frantic and predatory, swept across the moving crowd until he spotted her—a small, desperate figure weaving through the sea of gray and black suits, her shoulders shaking as she ran."Elena!" he bellowed again, his voice cutting through the urban noise, causing several onlookers to stop and stare in sheer terror.He didn't care about the spectacles he was causing. He didn't care that the absolute sovereign of the Villareal empire was currently sprinting down a public sidewalk like a madman. His heart hammered violently against his ribs, fueled by a terrifying panic he had never experienced before. Elena was slipping away through the cracks of the city, running from a li

The transition from the grimy, humid alleyway to the soundproofed luxury of Zachary’s armored SUV was instantaneous. He hadn't waited for Sebastian to open the door; Zachary had practically carried Elena inside, pulling her into the sprawling leather backseat before slamming the door shut behind them. With a simple, sharp gesture through the tinted partition, he signaled the driver and Sebastian to remain outside on the sidewalk. They were left in absolute, heavy privacy.Inside the vehicle, the roaring chaos of the Manila traffic died down to a faint, nonexistent hum. The cool air conditioning immediately blasted against Elena’s flushed, tear-stained skin, making her shiver.Before she could even adjust to the sudden quiet, Zachary moved. He slid across the wide leather seat, his massive frame completely cutting off the light as he pulled her directly onto his lap. Elena gasped, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. She looked at him, her dark eyes s

The heavy iron gates of the Villareal estate glided open silently, welcoming the armored SUV back into the sanctuary of the compound. The drive from the chaotic streets of the city had been a blur of quiet touches and shared breaths in the dark cabin. By the time the vehicle came to a smooth halt in the private garage, the tension between them had not dissolved; it had only tightened, morphing into a deep, agonizing need for a space without boundaries.Zachary didn’t wait for anyone. He stepped out of the vehicle and immediately reached back in, lifting Elena effortlessly into his arms. Her simple dress was slightly rumpled, her eyes dark and heavy with a drowsy, beautiful heat. She buried her face in his neck, her small hands hooking securely around his broad shoulders as he carried her through the private entrance, bypassing the main foyer completely.The heavy mahogany doors of their master bedroom clicked shut, sealing them inside the vast, dimly lit room. The moment the

The friction of their bodies meeting was the only sound that filled the vast, dark master bedroom, a wet, rhythmic cadence that drove them both past the brink of sanity. Zachary’s hands shifted from Elena's hips, sliding up to pin her wrists firmly against the mattress beside her head, locking their fingers together so tightly their knuckles turned white. He was completely unhinged now, driven by a raw, ancient instinct that demanded he claim every cell of the woman beneath him.He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming deep, relentless, and heavy, hammering into her with a terrifying intensity. Elena’s back arched off the silk sheets with every forceful impact, her body totally yielding to his dominance."Zachary... ah! Ah... ngh..." Elena cried out, her voice breaking into a breathless, melodic sob. Her vision was nothing but a blur of shadows and the burning silhouette of her husband looming over her. The pleasure was so sharp, so thick, that it felt like an exquisite t