All Chapters of Billionaire Daddy and Son’s Nun Maid: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LIAM The soft, tap on my study door broke the silence of the late evening.Before I could even answer, the handle turned, and Iris slipped inside. She looked around nervously, her dark eyes darting toward the quiet hallway before she closed the door behind her, locking it with a delicate click. She was still wearing her servant’s uniform, but the usual exhausted slouch in her shoulders was gone. Her face was flushed, her dark eyes shining with a strange, radiant light I hadn't seen on her since she arrived at the estate."Come here," I murmured softly, setting my pen down against the polished wooden desk.She didn't hesitate. She crossed the room with quick, light steps. The moment she reached my leather armchair, I reached out, wrapping my arm firmly around her waist and pulling her straight down into my lap. She let out a tiny, breathless gasp, her hands naturally resting against my chest as I pulled her flush against me, breathing in the sweet, familiar scent of her hair."You loo

IRIS The air in the study was thick with heat, my heart racing against my chest as Eli’s dark, possessive gaze locked onto mine. His rough hands held my hips pinned to his lap, while Liam’s lips continued to trace a searing path down the sensitive curve of my throat."We're taking this to my room," Eli rumbled low against my skin, his voice vibrating deep through his chest. "I'm not sharing you on a leather couch tonight."Liam pulled back just enough to let out a low, breathy laugh, his blue eyes dark with hunger. "Already demanding the master suite, old man.""It's private, and the door locks from the inside," Eli answered smoothly, his large hands sliding beneath the hem of my thin cardigan to grip my bare waist. He looked directly at Liam, his expression hard and commanding. "Take the main hallway and use the front stairs. I don't need to care about Savannah or the staff catching you slipping into my wing at midnight.""And you?" Liam asked, leaning in to press one last possessiv

IRIS I had sneaked back to my small servant's room just after four in the morning, my legs still trembling from the wild, moment with Eli and Liam. I badly needed just one hour of rest before my five o'clock shift. But I had barely closed my eyes when a loud, disturbing banging against my thin wooden door shattered the quiet morning."Open this door right now, you miserable thief!" Savannah’s shrill, loud voice shrieked from the corridor."Get out here, Iris!" Eliana yelled right beside her mother, followed by her fists hammering against the wood.Through the thick door, I could also hear the trembling, authoritative voice of Madam Paisley, the elderly matriarch of the house. "This has never happened in this house! Who would dare steal from my possession? I want to see this girl immediately!"Panic flared in my chest. I scrambled out of the narrow bed, my heart hammering against my throat. I quickly threw a faded robe over my flimsy nightwear, my hands shaking so badly I could barely

IRIS I kept my head down and threw myself into my work for the rest of the day, using the repetitive motion of sweeping, dusting, and polishing to numb the terrifying edge of my nerves. Every time a footstep creaked or a shadow stretched across the house, my chest tightened, expecting Savannah to burst around the corner with another plot to ruin me.Luckily, I never saw her face for the remainder of the afternoon.By noon, Madam Paisley called a quiet gathering in the main parlor. With a soft, embarrassed flush on her pale cheeks, the old matriarch announced to the house that she had miraculously found her diamond heirloom resting inside a velvet clutch in her wardrobe, admitting her memory must be fading. She offered me a gentle, genuine apology for the morning's chaos. I bowed my head respectfully, accepting her words with a humble smile, though my stomach churned with the truth of what had really transpired.Savannah never showed up to the parlor. She didn't even leave her private

IRIS The entire mansion was pulsing with life. Movements were everywhere. All hands were on deck. Different kinds of dishes graced the dining room. Everywhere was transformed.Madam Paisley was in her element, moving through the main floor with her cane tapping against the polished marble, demanding flawless perfection for every task."The glass must gleam, Iris," the old matriarch instructed sharply, pointing her cane toward the long dining table in the center hall. "I heard Max Cooper is a man of immense stature. Every napkin must be folded to exact measure.""Yes, Madam Paisley," I answered softly, carefully aligning the silver forks alongside the plates.My heart raced wildly, a nervous, hopeful flutter stirring in my chest. Eli and Liam had told me earlier that Max Cooper was the very billionaire who had adopted my little brother, Joseph. They said it was just an official business dinner, but I couldn't stop my hands from trembling. This was the man holding my brother's life and