The Billionaires Maid

EMILY I woke up to the loud banging on my door. “Emily!!!” Isabella, my stepmother, shouted while hitting the door again and again. I groaned and cursed myself for waking up late. I knew I was in big trouble. Isabella would probably starve me again for days. I rolled my eyes and let out another groan. “Emily, if you don’t come out this minute, you won’t get anything to eat for the next two days!” she yelled. Great. Just what I expected. I slapped my forehead and jumped out of bed, rushing to the door and opening it fast. “No, Mom, please. I’m sorry I overslept. It wasn’t on purpose,” I said quickly. “Don’t call me mother!” she shouted back. “I’m not your mother. I could never give birth to a useless and worthless child like you!” There she goes again. I was already used to those words. They didn’t hurt like before. I am Emily Jones a 26 years old who was once the heir to my family’s name and wealth. But now, I live like a maid in my own father’s house. Everything ch

EMILY It was a bright morning when I woke up and yawned, feeling free because Jezebel and her two little devils, Isabella and her daughter, as I loved to call them—weren’t here to boss me around. I felt relieved. Was this what freedom felt like? I had only been treated badly for a few months, but it already felt like forever to me. Feeling content and free, I went to the bathroom and took my bath. I checked the clothes I brought with me and decided I wanted to appear very simple. So, I picked a tight blue jean and a black, tight-fitting off-shoulder top that didn’t require me to wear a bra—because I hated wearing bras. I got dressed, packed my hair into a messy ponytail, tucked the off-shoulder top into my tight jeans, and headed out with my phone. On my way out, I went to the receptionist’s desk and handed the key to her. “Good morning. Here are the keys. I’ll be back before my time for payment expires,” I said, handing her the key. “Okay, ma’am. Have a nice day,” she said, s

EMILY I was so excited that I got the job at the Belford mansion! At least now, I could save some money. Living with them meant I wouldn’t need to worry about rent or accommodation. Paying my bills would finally be easier. Granny, the grandmother of the Belfords, was kind enough to hire me as her personal maid. She was so polite, humble, and sweet. Completely different from her grumpy, arrogant, rude, and proud grandson. I always overheard Charlotte and Amelia talking about him. They said he was New York’s most handsome eligible bachelor and that he hadn’t touched or dated anyone since the death of his fiancée, Sophia. Charlotte often said she saw him from a distance at balls and charity events. She always claimed she would do anything to be with Ethan. I found that shameless. Throwing herself at a man like that? I rolled my eyes just thinking about it. The way Ethan looked at me and spoke to me made it clear he didn’t want me working at their residence. I knew I had to mind m

EMILY P.O.VThe men who are after me keep banging the door,I look for another way to get out of the room but don’t see any other option asides to jump down throw the window.I peep to window and see that it’s not too high,Luckily for me all my personal belongings fit into my bag.I carry my bag and throw it down and it lands on the floor,thinking fast I fold the bedsheets and tie them up in the form of a rope,tie it to the leg side of the bed and through the other side out the window.I hurriedly use the bedsheets I tie as an assist to climb out the wall through the window.I hear the men chasing me finally break open the door.Luckily for me I am already down and ready to run for my dear life.I see them peep down and one of them shouts”Hey,Emily stop right there”.I pick up my bag and run to the road and hail the next available taxi I see.The taxi driver stops,I hurriedly push my bag inside and tell him to drive faster to the Belford’s Mansion.I look back and see that the SUV is still f

EMILY’S P.O.VOn our way to Ethan’s house,I couldn’t stop thinking about what Granny said. How on earth am I supposed to change this Asshole? Just sitting in his car with him gave me a claustrophobic feeling.But looking at him up close made his handsome increase,his pointed noise and damn he has a kissable lips,he looked like a Greek God,I also noticed he had broad shoulders that would be good for a warm hug ,what was i thinking I shook my head as I screamed in my head”he hates you so you better get your head and thinking straight”I thought and breathed in and out.I could see him through the corner of my eyes,staring at me like I was insane or something.He sat very far away from me. I thought he was going to pass through the door and fall out.I would have been very happy,what a crazy thought,I laughed.He turned and looked at me like I had two heads and asked “what is so funny?”.“This is your car you don’t need to feel uncomfortable because you don’t want to sit in the same place wi