Novel & Cerita Domineering Billionaire’s Maid

She's still crushing hard on him What wouldn't she? He's hot, sexy, dashing, breathtaking and....jeez! She can't name it all. He's a demi god. Everything about Lewis irks wealth and hotness Not like she's after his wealth. After all, Fiona is the daughter of the president Yep! She did a great job in disguising herself and earing a spot as one of his personal maids. The mansion is insanely huge but Lewis being who he is; Decided only two maids are to stay in the manison,while the rest are to come and go after doing their jobs

"Mr. Fleming, Miss Hale lives here. You should go in right away." Many bodyguards stood outside, but they all stared straight ahead and pretended not to see Dominic. Dominic nodded and walked directly into the villa. There were quite a few people inside, most of them women. Some were security staff, along with maids and other household help. The decor was extremely minimalist, yet it lacked nothing in luxury. After looking around, Dominic could not help sighing. The little psycho truly lived up to her status as an heiress from the capital. Just then, a maid came down from the second floor. She froze when she saw Dominic and asked, "You are…"

“They’re here to make sure you lack nothing.” The maids spread out quietly, already opening closets, setting items down, checking the space like they’d memorized it beforehand. I crossed my arms. “Five of them? What am I—royalty or a prisoner?” Dominic turned to face me fully now. His eyes were intelligent. Dangerous. Not cruel—but loyal to something far worse than cruelty. “You’re neither,” he said calmly. “And you’re both.” I scoffed. “Let me guess. Xander’s idea.”

Raising a brow at me, he spoke. "What do you mean, what?" He asked impassively, escalating my heartbeat. Steadying my voice, I uttered. "Why would you need me to marry you? I used to be Dominic's maid, and he still has every right to claim me as his because he bought me and, therefore, owns me, so what exactly are you playing at? What if he finds out? No, he's definitely going to find out, and it would be worse than dying. Is this some kind of competition or something?" I barked brazenly at him. Panting hard in sync with my thudding heartbeat as I watched a sadistic smirk stretched out on his lips.

I told her, she made a little bow and left to do as I said, when I turned to face Dominic again, his eyes were still the exit our maid just left from. "Who is that girl, is she your new friend, like a girlfriend?" Dominic asked and I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him. "You are crazy Dominic, how can a maid be my girlfriend, whereas she is not my type." I can't believe Dominic will even think to that extent like I got class in choosing people I go out on a date with. "You said, maid?" Dominic looked at me confused, I think he was because the last time he came here there was no maid, but what he said next surprised me. "How can a pretty girl like that be a maid?"

On her right, a maid carefully cleaned and filed her fingernails, while the maid on her left stood ready to feed her pieces of fresh strawberries. Bang! The mansion's front door burst open with a rough shove. Dominic Thorne strode inside with a troubled expression and obvious frustration etched across his face. He tossed his jacket aside carelessly, expecting a warm welcome or at least a servant rushing over to take his belongings as usual. But nothing happened. The five maids did not even glance at him; they remained focused on pampering Vivienne. Dominic stopped in his tracks, staring at the scene before him with a clenched jaw. "Prepare dinner right now! I'm hungry!" he ordered in a raise

His enchanting appearance with the smile that was nowhere near gentle couldn't help but spellbound the maid further who felt like her soul had been sucked in by his silver eyes. "I was waiting for their call. Tell my dear dear mother I would be there soon," he ordered but the maid didn't immediately move, still staring at his strong features, enchanted. The maid only woke up when a loud snap came from Dominic, "Go on with your work unless you wish to be ripped apart. I'm quite hungry now, maybe you like to be eaten?" and the threat he said seemed to finally remind the maid of who this man was, causing fear to take over and the brief enchantment she was under suddenly broke to something oppos

the maid announces, Elizabeth struggles to comprehend the sudden shift in dynamics, her mind racing to make sense of this new development. After the maid exits, Elizabeth's emotions surge, prompting her to hastily leave the bed and stumble towards Dominic, who is meticulously combing his hair. A mixture of confusion and frustration fills her voice as she demands an explanation for the maid's presence, “Why did you hire a maid? Am I not enough for you?” Her words carry a vulnerability, stemming from her fear of inadequacy and the lingering insecurities of her past. Dominic, pausing from his grooming routine, turns to face her, his eyes locked onto her own. He meets her gaze with a tenderness

"It's my job." But still, Dominic was unrelenting. He shook his head, his eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance. The maid's eyes dropped, and she bowed her head in submission. "Yes, sir," she murmured, turning and walking toward the heater. The machine hummed in warmth as it got into operation, diffusing warm air around. She turned to leave, casting her eyes down at the floor. She bowed her head with it again and slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

"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