Billionaires Maid Novels & Stories

Glancing at my table, I took wipers from the table, before lifting her jaw and wiping off the tears. It wouldn’t stop falling, much to my frustration. My gaze flickered to her plump lips and I swallowed hard. Something…everything about her seemed to entice me. I retired back to my chair feeling defeated, “What do you want?” Her eyes lit up immediately, “Who carried me to the room? I want my freedom. I need to leave this country… I already had my life planned out and…” “The female maidens helped you to your room.” I replied, cutting her short. “And about your freedom? I’m afraid it’s not possible…except you accomplish why I bought you.”

She had on a high-necked silk blouse, a brooch the size of a doorknob, and an eye that could slice through titanium. Madam Jamaica Billion. Eighty-four. Owner of Billion Enterprises. The lioness who constructed an empire out of nothing but toughness, charisma, and a ruthlessness that sent shivers down Wall Street's spine. "Charles," she purred, voice like gravel coated in honey. "You're late." "You invited me at eleven. It's ten fifty-nine." "Then you're early. And I detest early." Her gaze shifted to Fiona. "And this is clearly your flushing bride."

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

he said inwardly, looking more confused at her funny act. “Lila, are you serious? You live in New York City, yet you don't know who Miss Mishell is? The most powerful billionaire heiress who controls the economy of this city?” He paused and heaved a sigh of relief before he continued, “So why do you think the crazy Cynthia was cold and speechless when she heard that Mishell was the one who bought the cloth she ordered? That's because everyone fears her! She is the strength of this company through her partnership!” Lila maintained silence while she listened to Derrick spill out all she wished to hear.

I warned, my tone vicious. My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. “You dare to tell your mother to keep shut, all because of some dead maid!” she yelled, and she raised her hand to slap me, but I caught it, my grip tightening painfully. "Yes, we had Darla killed," Amaya admitted, and I released my mother's hand, turning to face Amaya. "We couldn't bear to see you with her. That low-class maid! You're Daniel Gomez, the famous billionaire, owner of DG Limited. Of all the girls who would give anything to be with you, you chose a maid?" Amaya spat harshly.

Julian said, his smirk widening into something predatory. “As a maid.” The word hit me like a slap. Maid? I barely knew how to take care of myself, let alone take care for someone rich. Confusion swirled in my chest, but then fear crashed in, cold and heavy as My mind processed the name, Julian took. Julian’s brother. “ Nicholas Volkov “ The name alone sent shivers down my spine. A ruthless billionaire, twice my age, his reputation a dark legend whispered in corners—men vanished, companies crumbled, and women spoke of him in hushed tones of dread.

Agreed that Chloe deserved the nickname Medusa, because all she did was throw temper tantrums. The tapping sound of loafers echoed throughout the room. A Richard Smith had arrived with more than four bodyguards and several directors at his side. The wealthy man's bodyguards wore all black, while the directors were more varied, some wearing gray, white, and black suits but with different styles from the bodyguards. Richard Smith wore a gray custom suit whose price is unimaginable for someone who has to pay in installments for three years to buy a house. The loafers he wore were black with gray accents to match his outfit. The shop crew lined up on the right and left, welcoming the group of ri

Outside, a siren wailed down Avenue B and faded. Inside, it was just me, him, and a napkin that could save us both. 90 days. A bed that wasn’t a cot in the back room. Food. Heat. No court notice on my door. All I had to do was walk into a billionaire’s world… and not fall for him. Lila sighed in her sleep and burrowed closer to my ankle. I picked up the pen. My signature was messy. Tired. But it was there. Adia Mbeki.

"In the flesh. I heard the Reeds were hiring a new maid, but I never expected it to be you, Scarlett. What happened to the proud, untouchable heiress?" Of all the places in this massive city, why here? Why now? My hands balled into fists, my nails biting into my palms. The humiliation was hot and bitter, rising up my throat. He looked so comfortable here, so untouched by the wreckage he had left behind in my life. "I'm just here for a job, Ethan," I said, keeping my voice as flat and emotionless as possible. "I don't want any trouble." "A job? As a maid?" He let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Man, how the mighty have fallen. From living in a penthouse to scrubbing toilets. You really are despe

The lobby was silent. Vanessa picked up the mop. Her hands were shaking. "You... you think you are better than me?" "No," I said. "I think I am different from you. You think being a maid is shameful. I think being a maid is powerful. A maid knows how to survive. A maid knows how to work. A maid knows how to love. A maid knows how to raise twins alone. A maid knows how to become a CEO. You, Vanessa, you know how to steal. You know how to lie. You know how to plant watches. You know how to drug people. You know how to steal 500 million. That is all you know."