All Chapters of Billionaire Daddy and Son’s Nun Maid: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

IRIS Usually, mornings were a chaotic mess of rushing servants, clattering breakfast trays, and orders shouted down from the grand balconies. But today was supposed to be entirely different for me. Today was my official off day, my one rare twenty-four hours to step out of this place.Late last night, while the rest of the servants' quarters was dead asleep, my phone had buzzed beneath my pillow with a direct text from Eli. My heart had done a shameless, foolish flutter reading his words. Dress up. I'll pick you up at the spot I send you tomorrow morning.I had woken up early, buzzing with a sweet, nervous energy that made me giggle aloud to myself in the quiet confines of my tiny room. I felt happy—almost dizzy with anticipation—at the thought of stepping into the outside world with him. I pulled out one of the secret packages Eli had bought for me, holding up a piece of dirty, slutty lingerie that had been hidden deep in the back of my wardrobe. It was a soft, crimson lace teddy wi

IRIS My hands paused in the preparation of Eli’s midnight coffee, freezing on the stainless-steel pot as two soft, uneven shadows moved down the grand staircase in the dim light.I grind my teeth harder, my heart beating so hard and fast I was certain the sound would echo through the empty room. I shrank backward, burying my body deep into the thick, coal-black shadows near the wide archway that connected the commercial kitchen to the formal parlor. I barely dared to draw a single breath, holding my air tight in my lungs until my chest began to ache. The entire mansion was wrapped in a suffocating, pitch-black silence, turning every tiny rustle of fabric or shift of my feet into a thunderclap in the dark.I carefully peered around the edge of the tall pillar, my eyes widening in the darkness. The faint, pale silver moonlight pouring through the high stained-glass windows of the grand foyer illuminated the two figures slowly descending the marble steps.It was Savannah and Eliana.I s

IRIS The silver soup bowl flew through the air, shattering against the dining room wall just inches from my face.Hot, fragrant chicken broth splashed across the dark wooden paneling, dripping down in ugly streams onto the plush centre rug as porcelain shards rained onto the floor. I gasped, flinching hard against the archway with both hands flying up to shield my face. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach, knocking every drop of air straight out of my lungs.I was already unnerved from Savannah’s terrifying, vicious threat in the kitchen. My throat felt as dry as dust, and my palm slipped against the doorframe, slick with cold, nervous sweat. I had carried that tray into the grand parlor with the care, stepping as softly as possible, keeping my chin tucked low and trying to make myself invisible. Eliana was sitting curled up on the edge of the big sofa, wrapped tightly in an oversized silk robe, her wild, bloodshot eyes staring blankly into the cold, unlit stone fireplace.Th

IRIS I stood near the grand sideboard with my hands folded tightly over my white apron, my knees still trembling from the disturbing look I had caught on Eliana’s face in the hallway. Beside me, Agatha stood rigid, holding a water pitcher with a practiced, stone-faced professionalism. At the head of the long table sat Eli, looking like a dark, unreadable monument carved out of stone. His storm-grey eyes were fixed on his plate, his strong jaw tight, but the power of his presence dominated the entire room. Savannah sat to his right, her posture stiff and her smile painted on with brittle elegance, though her dark eyes darted nervously between her daughter and her husband. Madam Paisley sat at the opposite end, her sharp, wrinkled face fixed in its usual cold, judgmental scowl. And then there was Liam. He sat next to his sister, looking impeccably handsome in his crisp white dress shirt. While the rest of the family focused on the head of the table, Liam’s dark eyes kept driftin

IRIS "It was a gift," I lied, my voice shaking that the words barely scraped past my dry throat.I pressed myself flat against the wooden desk behind me, my heart hammering against my ribs like a panic-stricken bird. Cold sweat trickled down between my shoulder blades, soaking into the thin fabric of my maid uniform. "A friend gave it to me before I came to work here. It's... it's just something sentimental that I keep.""A friend?" Eliana repeated softly, her lips curving into a slow, mocking smile as she took another step further into the bedroom.She let the deep-red silk ribbon dangle between her long, manicured fingers, watching it sway gently in the bright morning sunlight. "Expensive Italian silk from a high-end boutique in the city? Given as a gift to a common, penniless maid?" Her voice dropped into a dangerously calm, sweet tone that sent a wave of terror straight down my spine. "Don't insult my intelligence, Iris. We both know you couldn't afford a single thread of this ri