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she shared. Tears shimmered in Destiny’s eyes by the time she had finished, and Mateo laid his hand over hers. “My only regret was not being there in time to save Luis. I am grateful that we’ve had you, though,” he murmured softly. “It’s okay, Master. You have given me a purpose-filled life, and for that I am the grateful one,” she said, pasting a smile on her face and then focusing on me. “Now that I have regaled you with my sad story, you should find out what Master Mateo has planned for you. It must be a fantastical adventure, judging by the effort he has already put into it,” she said. Then Destiny stood and headed back into the kitchen.

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

My mind was racing, searching for solutions, and I couldn't help but think that I could sell those suitcases on eBay for enough to keep us going for a few months, especially with the designer items inside them. We no longer had any staff to help us load everything into the taxi. They all, without exception, scattered as soon as we received the notifications from the court confiscating our mansion in Ridgewood, New Jersey. I looked around, admiring the incredible property we had until just last week, and sighed resignedly. I grew up in that mansion; all my memories stem from here. It was a heavy weight on my chest to know that Dad had accrued enough debt for us to lose our home to pay it off.

He responded without looking at me. Ma'am? Why was he calling me ma'am? I was only a maid. A maid that wasn't too happy with being kept in the dark but didn't quite have a choice. If I was going to complete my mission, I needed to comply with the resort's orders or risk getting fired.

Yaya Dub contacted her through her social media account as soon as she learned from Juan Miguel that Damara was alive. Nathaniel warned her to be careful and not to trust anyone and she wanted to do just that— if only Ms. Dub wasn't reluctant. Minah already knew that convincing her that she's Damara wasn't going to be easy. Their first video call proved that. The maid was skeptical while staring very intently at her through that call.

Spending 2 Billion is certainly not a big thing for Ricard, so all of it is considered a small thing. Mesya came with Pradipta almost four months after marriage, but both have not been gifted with a baby, even though they have worked hard every day. Meanwhile, Vera, that beautiful woman, came with a handsome man and a beautiful little boy. The man who came with her was a widower with one child named Ryan, who is now in a relationship. Their closeness stems from Vera's photoshoot for a children's magazine, and coincidentally, the model is the son of an excellent widower, now her boyfriend. Fini herself chose to attend an unknown foreign man. That woman was firm in her stance to abort the preg

Her scent drenched with worry as she jolted from her seat. My father’s eyes narrowed with confusion. Locking eyes with my mother, her expression was blank—a few attempts to conceal her reaction. I smiled, scooping a handful of food onto my spoon. Lydia gritted her teeth. “Why is a dead maid in your room? Did something happen?” I munched, my appetite suddenly returned. “Hmm, I don’t think so. She… tried to kill me. But the Moon Goddess was on my side.” The smile on my face stretched. “The maid slipped and fell, I guess she drowned in the tub.”

That's why we earnestly request your kindness to allow us to travel together. Carissa noted how the maid's movement was smooth and decisive, with no hint of fear. She didn't seem like a typical maid from a wealthy family. She was more like a seasoned attendant from a noble household. Carmen had already revealed her identity, but the maid claimed she was from the Lester family and was the daughter of a merchant in the capital. If this wasn’t a deliberate slip-up, it seemed Carmen truly intended to betray Eleanor.

They did as she has said. Out of the twelve maids, Meridith picked the best three bodies. Elena, Shebah and Kamara.. "I have a task for you... three" Meridith spoke with pride, the swinging chair moved back and forth in a steady pace. "I want you to seduce Salvador! That stupid asshole that came here to die for Daisy. Seduce him, I will call the king and you will charge him with rape. Understood?" Meridith asked. The three maids nodded immediately.

Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"