All Chapters of Falling For The Billionaire’s Trap: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The brown envelope in my hands was already crumpled from being opened and closed too many times. Inside was my resume. By now, I had lost count of how many companies had looked at it, only to hand it back a few seconds later. “We’re not hiring.” “We’re looking for someone with experience.” “Sorry, but you’re not qualified.” The words repeated in my head as I dragged my exhausted feet through the crowded streets of S City. My stomach growled. The soles of my shoes ached. I had spent three days searching for work, yet I still hadn’t found a single opportunity. I knew my chances weren’t great since I never made it to college. After graduating high school, I was forced to give up my dream of continuing my studies when my mother passed away. My aunt took me in despite her family’s financial struggles. But while she accepted me wholeheartedly, I couldn’t say the same for everyone else. My uncle never hid the resentment in hi

“Ahhh!” I whipped around so fast that I almost tripped over my own feet, squeezing my eyes shut. “I-I’m sorry!” I blurted. “I didn’t know anyone was swimming!” The man didn’t answer. Then… I heard the sound of steady footsteps. Every step made my heartbeat pound even louder as he grew closer to me. After what seemed like an eternity, a deep voice finally broke the silence. “Who are you?” His voice was smooth and calm, yet there was an authority behind it that made me stand straighter without even realizing it. “I-I’m Cassandra!” I answered. Why did I say my full name? “I mean… Cassie! Well… people call me Cassie.” Cassie, stop talking! “I’m the new maid,” I rushed to explain. “Today’s my first day. I got lost looking for Colton and Elizabeth since I was hungry and wanted to eat and somehow ended up here.” Another moment of silence. Then he asked, “And care to explain why you are holding my swimming trunks?” My eyes flew open. I looked down at his trunks t

I marched back into the mansion, gripping the empty tray so tightly my knuckles turned white. “What was that supposed to mean?” I muttered under my breath. Why did he seem angry? How was I supposed to do my job if I wasn’t allowed to answer their questions? I hadn’t even started the conversation, it was Rafael. Yet I was the one getting scolded. I let out an exasperated sigh as I entered the kitchen. Elizabeth immediately looked up from arranging dinner plates. “Finished already?” “Yes.” I answered weakly. She studied my face for a moment. “You seem to be low in spirits.” “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” I smiled reassuringly at her. She raised an eyebrow but wisely chose not to press further. “Then help me prepare dinner.” “Yes, Ma’am.” For the next hour, I busied myself chopping vegetables, polishing silverware, and setting the dining table. I made sure I wouldn’t bump into them again so I can s

    It had been a week since I was hired.    And honestly, things have been going smoothly after that night.     Well… it’s mostly because Azrael hadn’t been returning home. Or maybe he did but I just never saw him.    Alas. It’s better if he is not here, that way I can breathe and act normally without fear of getting scolded.    But… it does get lonely.    …    That morning, after breakfast, I found Elizabeth trimming the flowers in the garden.    “Mrs. Elizabeth?”    She looked up.    “Yes?”    I hesitated. “Can I ask something?”    She nodded for me to continue.    “Where’s Sir Azrael?”    She continued clipping the roses before answering casually.    &l

  Nearly an hour later…  The meeting finally came to an end.  I quietly picked up my bag, eager to leave.  “Cassie.” I looked up. Rafael was standing beside me, his expression unusually gentle.  “Are you alright?” he asked softly. “You look a little pale.”  I forced a small smile. “I’m fine.”  I wasn’t. But there was no reason to make him worry. After all… this was my fault. I should’ve known better than to come here.  Rafael studied me for a moment, clearly unconvinced. He opened his mouth, ready to say something else—  “Let’s go.”  The cold voice instantly cut him off.  I turned around and Azrael stood by the door, one hand tucked inside his pocket.  “We’re leaving.”  His eyes settled on me for only a second before he turned a