004 My breath caught in my throat, the words echoing in my ears. “Excuse me?” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. “You heard me,” Stanley said, his tone oozing with confidence, his lips curling into a smirk. “You want to work for me? Then prove your worth. Show me what makes you indispensable.” My hands trembled as I clutched the phone. His words were calculated, laced with arrogance, and it threw me off balance. I had expected something else, not this unnerving proposition. When I didn’t respond, he chuckled—a low, knowing sound. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you rethinking that desperate declaration of ‘anything’? I thought you were serious.” Tears stung my eyes, but I swallowed them back. His composed yet biting words were harder to endure than outright cruelty. I clenched my jaw, humiliation searing through me. “Well?” he prompted, his tone sharp yet disturbingly calm. “The clock’s ticking. If you can’t handle this conversation, you’re already wasting my time.
005 After speaking he slammed the door on my face. Tears stung my eyes as I stood frozen at the door, my heart heavy with doubt and fear. For a brief moment, I wanted to turn around and walk away, but where could I go? I had no place left to turn. No home. No safety. Just the cold streets waiting for me if I left here. I felt a sharp, biting pang in my chest as the thought crossed my mind: Maybe I should beg. But then, I shook my head violently. Begging Stanley again? I couldn’t. My pride, as small as it was, told me it would be too humiliating. But deep down, I knew that if I didn’t, I would have nothing. No future. No way forward. Survival, I reminded myself. To survive, I needed to put my pride aside, to face whatever humiliation came with it. My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly, painfully, raised my fist and banged on the door again, louder this time. Knock. Knock. Knock. I waited, but the seconds dragged by in agonizing silence. No answer. A lump formed in my throa
006Stanley turned abruptly, his piercing gaze locking onto me where I still sat on the cold, tiled floor. His voice dripped with disdain as he sneered, “Did you not hear me?” The harshness in his tone snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts, yanking me back into the unforgiving reality of the moment. My heart clenched as I hastily wiped away the tears that had pooled in my eyes, using the back of my palms to erase any evidence of weakness. Shakily, I stood, my legs threatening to give way under the weight of my humiliation. Without another word, Stanley spun on his heel and marched toward the door. I followed silently, my footsteps hesitant as I trailed behind him. Each step felt heavy, the air between us thick with tension. He led me through the grand hallways, past expensive art and pristine furniture that spoke volumes of his wealth and power, until we arrived at the kitchen. The room was nothing short of breathtaking—opulent and pristine, with gleaming marble countertops, g
007“This is your room,” the maid said as we arrived at a door. She twisted the doorknob, and we both walked inside. Once we entered, my mouth dropped in awe, but I quickly closed it. Everything in the room screamed wealth, from the floors to the walls. “Are you sure this is my room?” I asked the maid again. She smiled knowingly, seeing the shock on my face. “Yes, this is your room,” she replied. “Mr. Stanley asked for this room to be prepared especially for you.” “Wow, it’s beautiful,” I said, and the maid couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, it is. Mr. Stanley has great taste. For now, I’ll leave you to settle in. And don’t forget—if you need any help or support, you can always call out to me, okay?” I nodded, still taking in the grandeur of the room. This doesn’t look like a maid’s room, I thought. This looks like a princess’s room. It was way bigger than the house Ryan and I lived in—until I was betrayed and stabbed in the back. I walked toward the bed and brushed my
008 Just then, I became tense. I could feel the hairs on my hands standing on end. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed the figure in front of me and turned to run away. Once I got outside, I closed the door and ran down the hallway. When I saw that I had reached a safe distance from the room, I paused to catch my breath. “Who was that?” I asked myself. The voice wasn’t Stanley’s—I remembered his voice, and he didn’t sound like that. That voice belonged to someone else, I knew it for sure. Just as I began sprinting again on my way back to my own room, my eyes locked onto a door—I had finally found what I was searching for. The name was boldly displayed at the top of the door: Candy. “Could this be her room?” I thought. Without hesitation, I walked toward the door and knocked. After the first knock, there was no reply on the other side. I knocked again, this time harder; still, no response. Just as I was about to knock for the third time, the door swung open—and beh
009 He picked up the spoon and began eating. I gasped in shock because I was expecting a different reaction from him. A smile pulled at my lips afterward, and I turned to stare at Candy, who was also in shock. She stared back at me, clenched her jaw, and gritted her teeth tightly as she trembled. Her eyes spoke rather than her mouth: I'll make sure you're done for. I smirked at her, folded my arms, and then walked away, heading back to the kitchen. As I arrived at the kitchen, I couldn't help but chuckle. From Candy's expression, it seemed she had given me the wrong information about Mr. Stanley’s favorite dishes. Yet, he had eaten what I made. What a shock that must have been for her, I thought to myself as I leaned against the tiled counter, feeling accomplished. But just as I thought I could enjoy my peace, Candy stormed in. She grabbed my hair and yanked it hard. I let out a slight whimper from the pain, but she didn’t stop—she pulled even harder. "You think you'r
010 "No, Mr. Stanley, it's not what you're thinking!" I stuttered. "Candy's lying! She told me you asked for your room to be cleaned by me, and that's what I did. I only cleaned your room—nothing else!" "Lies! All you do is lie!" Candy spat as she stormed toward me. Just as she raised her hand to slap me, another hand caught hers mid-air. I turned toward the source of the interruption and froze. My eyes widened in shock. Charles. Why would he help me? He cast me a quick glance before flinging Candy’s hand away. Then, turning to Stanley, he said firmly, "She didn’t do it." Stanley, who had been seething moments ago, hesitated. His gaze darkened as he asked, "How do you know she’s not the one who took it?" Charles smirked. "Because I’m a people person." "Really?" Candy scoffed, folding her arms. "That’s your excuse for defending a thief?" Charles ignored her, but Stanley shot Candy a sharp glare, silencing her. She huffed and stepped back into place. "Also," Charles co
011 Candy’s eyes darted wildly between Stanley and Charles as the laptop screen flickered, casting a pale glow across the room. The tension in the air was suffocating, thick with anticipation. I could hear the maids shifting uneasily, their whispers now reduced to shallow breaths as they waited for the inevitable truth to be revealed. Candy, however, wasn’t going down without a fight. "Wait!" she suddenly blurted, stepping forward and forcing a nervous laugh. "Mr. Stanley, there’s no need for this. It’s just a misunderstanding! Why rely on some footage when we all saw her go into your room?" Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the confidence she tried so hard to maintain. Stanley didn’t even spare her a glance. His attention remained on Charles, who was already maneuvering through the footage. The cursor hovered over a folder labeled Security—Room 306, and with one click, the file opened. Candy’s panic grew. "You don’t need to see it!" she insisted, voice rising. "I me
033I placed a hand to my head as I recalled the events of last night—the heat between Stanley and me, the way my hands roamed his chest, the burning tension that crackled between us like a live wire. My heart pounded at the memory. I had lost control, completely. I didn’t even recognize myself.I can't keep up with this, I whispered to myself, a wave of shame creeping in.I turned toward him, still lying in bed beside me, his bare chest rising and falling steadily. The calm on his face irritated me. How could he be so unbothered?"I'm done," I said, my voice firm. "I can't do this anymore."Stanley's eyes fluttered open. “Alora, wait. Think things through.”"Think what through?" I snapped, sitting up. "Look at you. You’re not even wearing a shirt—and me? Only God knows what I did last night. I can’t even remember it all clearly.”He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "I know we were out of control," he said gently, “but you can’t just walk away. You signed the contract.”
032[CHARLES’ POV]I couldn’t have prepared myself for what I saw downstairs—Alora in Stanley’s arms. That wasn’t just acting. No. That went way beyond what the plan required.The way she clung to him, head resting gently on his chest like he was her safe place… it was too natural, too intimate. And Stanley—he held her like she belonged to him. Like she wasn’t mine.My chest tightened, a painful knot forming just beneath my ribs. I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut, the echo a poor substitute for the scream building in my throat.“Damn it!” I hissed, slamming my fist into the wall. The sharp sting that shot through my knuckles was nothing compared to the fire burning in my chest. The girl I loved—no, the girl I still love—was falling into someone else’s arms, right before my eyes.I sat on the edge of my bed, hands tangled in my hair, breathing hard. Every time I tried to block out the image, it came back stronger—Alora, wrapped in Stanley’s arms, like she belonged there.
031 Alora’s POV I didn’t know what was in that wine, but I was definitely feeling it. The warm buzz in my chest had turned into giggles I couldn’t hold back, and Stanley—bossy, arrogant Stanley—was making it worse. “Stanley—stop!” I laughed, swaying as he reached for my hand again, trying to spin me. He was grinning like a devil, his cheeks flushed pink from the drink. “C’mon, you’re ruining the moment. Just one more twirl.” I tried to protest, but ended up twirling anyway, my hair spinning around my face like a halo. I stumbled into him again, and this time he caught me, his arms strong and steady around my waist. “See?” he said, eyes meeting mine for just a second too long. “I’ve got you.” My breath hitched. I hated that I noticed the way his voice softened, or the way his hand lingered at the small of my back. I blamed the wine. Definitely the wine. “Don’t look at me like that,” I mumbled. “Like what?” His voice dropped, teasing. “Like you don’t irritate me to death every
030 [Alora’s POV] I was in my room, sitting peacefully on my bed as I drafted new chapters for my ongoing book. The word count read 20,000, and I couldn't help but sigh. I hadn’t had the time to write properly lately—all thanks to the drama playing out in this house like a never-ending soap opera. But right now? This was my only chance to make progress, and there was no way I’d let it slip. Just when I clicked back into the zone, a knock came at the door. I groaned out loud. “Who could it be now?” Reluctantly, I slid off the bed, padded to the door, and twisted the handle. Before I could even speak, the person outside strode in like he owned the place. Stanley. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, that usual bossy, smug expression plastered across his face like a permanent tattoo. I shut the door behind him with a small thud. He was already seated on my bed, legs crossed, back straight like he was posing for a magazine cover. “Get ready,” he said without preamble. “
029So, how did your whole plan of telling Stanley go? Did it work out? You see, Chloe, your problem is that you never listen. You never think things through."I don't want to speak to you, Charles. And guess what? Stanley did respond."Charles scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "Yeah, he did. I was there. He sent you out of his goddamn room, Chloe. Can't you see that if you keep up with this behavior, you're not going to go far?""So what's your point, Charles? What is it? You just came here to taunt me? Well, thank you. I really appreciate your efforts. Now, leave my room," she said, her voice hoarse with frustration."Yes, I'm trying to prove a point, Chloe. And that point is—you’re wrong. And everyone else is right."She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Yeah? Are you done? Now go be with your crush, that filthy maid."Charles narrowed his eyes. "Hmm. You call her filthy? Well, that 'filthy' girl is everything—way better than you."Chloe's breath hitche
028Stanley, please just listen to me!" I begged, my voice trembling with desperation. But he didn’t listen."Don’t you listen, Chloe?" he snapped. "I said I don’t want to hear anything from you. Just get out!" His voice thundered through the room, sharp and final.Tears welled in my eyes, burning hot as they spilled down my cheeks. My chest tightened, my heart shattering into a million irreparable pieces. I stood there for a moment, hoping—praying—that he would soften, that he would take it back. But he didn’t. He turned his back on me as if I were nothing.Biting back a sob, I spun on my heels and ran. My feet barely touched the ground as I bolted from his room, my vision blurred by the flood of tears. The walls of the mansion felt suffocating, closing in on me as I hurriedly made my way to my room.As soon as I stepped inside, I collapsed onto the cold, hard floor, my body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. My hands clawed at the fabric of my dress, my breath coming in sharp, ragged
027How dare… She wanted to scream, but she held back, clenching her fists till they turned red."Trust me, I'll make sure you pay for this! I'll make sure you're thrown out of here, filthy maid!"After speaking, she glared at me and walked away, brushing past my shoulder before slamming the door shut as she left.I heaved a heavy sigh. Alora, you really need to work on your temper, I said to myself. I knew I was going to get scolded, but what's done is done.Chloe, on the other hand, stormed her way through the house as she headed for her brother's room.Her heels clicked ominously on the tiles as she walked in anger, her mind reeling back to how Alora had slapped the shit out of her."I'll make sure you pay, Alora. You'll surely get sacked, or my name isn't Chloe," she made a silent vow to herself as she barged into Charles’s room."Charles, we need to talk," she said, pacing back and forth.Charles, who was sitting on the bed, just stared at her, watching. He didn’t respond."Charl
026 My mouth dried up as Mrs. Richardson’s gaze locked onto me. Her eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across her features. “What do you mean by that?” she asked, her tone laced with confusion. A nervous laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it. “Oh, Mrs. Richardson, I didn’t mean it that way!” I hurriedly waved a dismissive hand. “It’s just...Stanley loves teasing me. He always calls me his ‘maid’ to remind me of how clumsy I was when we first met.” I nudged Stanley with my elbow, forcing a strained grin. “Right, darling?” Stanley caught on quickly, letting out a low chuckle. “Yes, she almost ruined my shirt at our first meeting. Called her my personal maid ever since.” Mrs. Richardson’s face relaxed, a warm smile stretching across her lips. “Oh, you two are adorable,” she cooed. Relief washed over me, though Stanley’s grip on my waist tightened, a silent warning. “I need to grab something from my room,” I announced, offering a quick smile. “Won’t be long.” Mrs. Richard
025 ALORA’S POV My eyes flew wide open. Had I heard him right? Stanley Richardson—cold, ruthless, and annoyingly arrogant—had just called me his fiancée. My gaze darted to him, and then to the elegant woman beside him. She was pale, her frail figure wrapped in a classy dress that looked a size too big for her. Despite her condition, a gentle, approving smile graced her lips. I shot Stanley a look, eyebrows arching in disbelief. His jaw was tight, desperation flickering in his eyes. He leaned slightly forward, lips parting as he mouthed a single word: Please. Stanley Richardson was begging. The same man who ordered me around like a servant and regarded me as an inconvenience was now pleading. The absurdity of it nearly made me laugh. But then I caught sight of Chloe. She stood frozen at the bottom of the staircase, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her hands were curled into trembling fists, and she glared at me like I’d snatched her world away. The satisfaction that surg