Domineering Billionaire’s Maid Novels & Stories

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

"Mr. Smith! Victoria Vance claims this woman is a member of your domestic staff! Is it true that you’re marrying a maid to avoid a corporate buyout?" The question cut through the room like a knife. My smile faltered for a fraction of a second, my fingers tightening against Kalix's arm. Kalix didn't even flinch. He leaned closer to the microphone, his eyes narrowing at the reporter. "Amber is the woman I love. Her past, her background, and her career before she met me are irrelevant. She is the future of this family, and any insult directed at her is an insult directed at Smith Industries." The room went dead silent. Nobody expected the cold, untouchable billionaire to defend anyone with that

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting until tomorrow." I didn’t look at Anne. My gaze was locked on the girl. “Anne. Explain.” Anne’s hands fluttered nervously. “This is Jasmin Rose. Your new maid.” My what? I scanned her slowly, deliberately. No. She didn’t look like any maid I’d ever seen. She looked like a goddess who had no business cleaning my penthouse. “My maid,” I repeated, voice heavy with disbelief. “Yes, sir. The replacement you requested.” Right. I had told Anne to find someone. Someone efficient, discreet, manageable. But this… This was trouble wrapped in denim and silk. And my body was betraying me with every passing second.

I answered “Lovely to meet you. Now, where is your boyfriend?” Oh no! Dominic had made it very clear that me and him were not friends, so I could not even imagine being his girlfriend. But why would he think I was Dominic's girlfriend when I was standing there in my maid uniform? “My boss?” I asked as I tried to hold back puke “Oh, he’s your boss. My, my. I am sorry. You look so beautiful. I mean, you look like one of them.” he said

The sheer possessiveness of his grip was an absolute command—she had no choice but to lean into his chest just to keep her footing on the wet pavement. "Look at me," Dominic dictated through a tight, killer smile directed at the paparazzi. She forced an adoring, breathless gaze onto her face, locking her eyes onto his sharp, aristocratic jawline. The cameras went wild, capturing the perfect, scandalous illusion of Manhattan’s most ruthless billionaire completely consuming his broken captive. They pushed through the heavy glass doors into the grand ballroom. The space was a den of high-society sharks, the exact people who had spent the last forty-eight hours celebrating her family's total rui

the maid voice made me jerk back to reality and to face what was in front of me I was kidnapped by a billionaire. *like seriously*. What's this billionaire doing with my life. The Maid dropped a box that I didn't notice her holding before on the bed and bowed before going out. I heaved and look around the room,am not gonna miss this once in a life time opportunity,I jumped on the bed like it was so soft, I quickly put off the white and black dress I was putting on,stepping into the bathroom, I fidget on whether to use the jacuzzi or the shower, if I use the Jacuzzi, god knows am gonna end up sleeping there so I gently used the shower.

I'm aware of my plucking skin. "My name is Amy, and I work here as a maid with fifty other maids; we all reside in the servant quarters of the mansion," she said. "Please come, have lunch, and then I will show you your room; you need to relax, and then I will give you a tour of this Mansion," she added. "Yeah," I said, nodding to her and shifting my gaze across the room. I'm exhausted and need to get some rest. Now, I'm in a poor way these days because I have too much on my plate. First, I married Aaron Knight, the richest billionaire in the world, my'so-called,' husband, who doesn't even look at me once, he despises me that much.

Her Abuelo asked for clarification. “No, it's solely mine. I built it from the scratch." He answered like a father proud of his baby. “That's so remarkable. So how come it's your maid you want and no one else." He asked again. “She's an amazing woman, kind-hearted and strong-headed and I think I'm head over heels in love with her. But dad doesn't approve because she's a maid, he wants me to marry someone of my status. The fun part is he has nothing to threaten me with except disowning me and I can deal with that." He explained.

“Master Dominic selected everything personally.” I snorted before I could stop myself. “He what?” I stared down at the box again like it had betrayed me. “That man doesn’t know the first thing about women’s fashion.” Then a thought slowly crept into my brain and I grimaced. Dominic Cantrell. Billionaire. Owner of some giant media empire that practically printed celebrities for breakfast.

The caption read: “He fought so hard for her that night because she’s just one of his assets. She was bought to be a maid. Just a maid.” My heart pounded, and tears welled up in my eyes. “What the hell? How did this happen?” I muttered, my vision blurring. “I’m so sorry, Mia,” Sharon said, her voice heavy. “I was just as shocked when I saw it. Who could do something like this?” Speechless, I scrolled through the thousands of comments, reading a few: “So when he said, ‘She’s mine,’ he meant it literally. Crazy!” “I can’t believe such a pretty girl is a maid. She looks like a princess”