Billionaire’s Contracted Maid Is His Bride
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Serene’s Pov
The rain came down in sheets, gray and relentless, turning the city into a watercolor blur beyond the penthouse windows. I sat cross-legged in the middle of Nicholas’s massive bed, knees drawn up, chin resting on them, watching water streak the glass like tears I refused to let fall.
Everything was chaos.
Last night’s footage was everywhere. Phones, televisions, gossip sites—#VolkovBrawl, #MysteryRedDress, #NicholasKissesFiance trending worldwide.