Novel & Cerita Domineering Billionaire’s Maid

For this first selection, it turned out that Mia and Lynda were entitled to go to the mansion. However, there was still a final selection that they had to pass where only one maid was needed in the mansion to serve their young master. But there are still things that make Lynda think, why do you have to wait a month to get a big salary? Have there been people who have applied to be a maid before, but no one has ever lasted a month? Is the young master in question a cruel and heartless character? For some reason, Lynda's hair stood on end at the thought of being confronted with such a young master.

I slowly stood up from the bed, watching her now. Something was very wrong. The maid’s eyes were wide now, desperate. Like she was forcing herself to speak but couldn’t get the words out. “Sir…” she tried again. But it came out broken. Unstable. Almost collapsing. Dominic stepped forward slightly. “What happened?” he demanded. And the maid finally broke. But she still couldn’t say it clearly. Her body shook as she struggled to coordinate her words. Something had happened. Something serious. And she couldn’t explain it.

“Ah, he’s not here, he’s at work, he went to work this morning, who are you?” “What?! And how dare you ask who I am? My god, and who are you, huh? Do I need to repeat myself? Really?” “Ah, sorry, I’m a new maid here,” I apologized, feeling a bit annoyed by her presence. “Get out,” she suddenly said, so I looked at her, and she sneered, “What, do you think I’m stupid enough to be fooled? I know you’re not a maid here, Kalix never hired a maid, are you his woman? Get out of here!”

The vibration of my old phone against the wooden kitchen table shattered the silence of the apartment. I scrambled to grab it, my heart hammering in my throat. A woman’s voice, incredibly formal and polished, spoke on the other end. I had passed the screening. Out of dozens of applicants, I was the one chosen for the live-in maid position at the Thorne estate. The salary offered was three times higher than any standard job on the market. Combining that amount with the cash already sitting in my bank account since the weekend, my brother’s hospital treatments were locked in for the next few months. I didn't have the luxury of turning this down.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

She didn’t want to look at me directly. “It’s what he likes,” she whispered. I turned to face her. “Tell me about him. The billionaire. What kind of man is he?” The maid’s hands froze for a second. She looked scared. “He… he is very powerful. Everyone listens to him. No one says no.” She paused, then added in a very small voice, “It’s better not to ask too many questions, miss. He doesn’t like when people talk about him.” Her voice shook a little. It made me feel cold inside. Even the people who worked for him were afraid.

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.

I knew what she was capable of. "So, where's he?" She asked again, looking intently at her with a not-so-good glare. "He's upstairs. I'd just go call him now." She answered, with innocence written all over her face. "I didn't ask you to." She spat, smirking at her. "Sorry ma'am," She apologized respectfully and left. Mum's words and looks were intimidating. The maid looked so pathetic. I didn't really care much about it, though. All the time they discussed, I fixed my gaze at the maid. She looked so beautiful and had lovely grey eyes, just like mine. I didn't want to be carried away, though.

The maid stopped to greet her as I stare in awe at her, she was surprised also that I didn't bow to greet her . ".who are you and why is my maid attending to you?", " Uhhmmm " I said as soon as I was able to catch my breath as she was so beautiful and still young after so many years ," will you speak up now ?". She said still calm looking right at me but, my baby stirred out of discomfort as I moved swiftly to sooth her back to sleep as I kept that up as I continue to speak ,"my name is Dominique " " oh I see you're the Dominique that has caused this war".