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The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
The car hums softly as we embark on the journey back home after an emotional reunion with Ray's birth mother, Vanessa. The air in the car is thick with a mixture of lingering tension and unspoken questions. Ray, sitting in the back seat, stares out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. I wonder how she must be feeling after meeting her mother and if she has any question on her mind. Jordan, his hands steady on the wheel, steals a glance at Ray. Concern etched on his face, he speaks gently, "Ray, how are you feeling?"Ray sighs , her gaze still fixed on the passing scenery. "I don't know, Dad. It's a lot to process." I turn in my seat reaching out to touch Ray's hand. "We're here for you, sweetheart. Whatever you're feeling, it's valid."Ray nods , a small smile playing on her lips. "I appreciate that, Mom." I love it when she calls me mom and the thought of having a little child growing in me that will call me mom as well is so exciting. The car moves in a comfortable silence
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
“Son, we are so happy for you.” father says super proud “Your father is right and we are glad you are very happy because we see how your face lights up all the time.”“Thanks. I love how both of you show up for me every time and support me. How you guys helped me raise Ray with unwavering love.”“You are our child and she's our granddaughter. It's our duty.” father says.“All the same, thanks again.” “I’ll leave you two to discuss while I check on what's cooking.” mother says excusing us.“So how's work?”“Going smoothly, dad. Thanks for asking.”“Don’t you think it's high time you take a break?”“I was thinking so too. Tony and I are organizing a group trip for our ladies.”“Now that's my boy. How's Ray and how’s she coping with this new chapter?”“Surprisingly good. Vanessa is good with children and I'm wondering what changed.”“People change. You did too.”I nod, father's words sinking in. "Yeah, people do change," I agree, pondering the evolution of myself and those around me."Y
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
Epilogue6 months later I tap my fingers on the driving wheel, humming along to the pulse of the road, feeling the beat echo within. Each song becomes a personal concert, and my audience is the world outside my window. With each note, the journey transforms into an adventure full of songs and delight, making every mile unique.The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow as I drive , my pregnant belly gently cradled by the steering wheel as I embark on a journey to pick up Ray from her mother Vanessa's house. The anticipation of seeing Ray radiates through me blending with the rhythmic kicks of the little one in my belly.Arriving at Vanessa's house, I take a moment to steady myself before ringing the doorbell. Vanessa greets me with a warm smile. "Thanks for doing this, Patricia, for allowing Ray spend the weekend even though it wasn’t my week.” Vanessa says her expression soft with gratitude."It's my pleasure. Ray and I have a special bond, and it’s important that she has that type of
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
Amidst the towering giants of Manhattan, life surges like a current, flowing with the rhythm of a city that never sleeps. My humble abode in Midtown Manhattan feels like a cocoon, a refuge amidst the urban chaos. Sketches and designs adorn my walls, reminders of the dreams I weave into every fabric and thread. Each day, I step out onto the streets, my heart echoing the city’s pulse—a symphony of honking horns, rushing crowds, and an exhilarating and overwhelming energy.The streets become my canvas, a path where dreams collide with the stark reality of life. Fifth Avenue's grandeur contrasts with the vibrant chaos of Times Square. In this urban maze, my footsteps are both a dance and a struggle, navigating the currents of ambition and uncertainty.As the sun casts a warm, golden glow through the expansive windows of the vintage-style living room, I find myself pacing in frustration, my voice tinged with disbelief.“What do you mean you’ve already discussed it with him?" I gaze out at t
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
The opulent memories of my parents' house on Manhattan's Upper East Side shimmer in my mind like gilded threads through time. That part of the city is an embodiment of grandeur and privilege where luxury dances with elegance. It was within the walls of our family's majestic mansion that Charity, our unwavering caretaker, found her place in our lives when I was a tender five-year-old. Her presence became an irreplaceable pillar for us, especially for Rachel, my daughter, who never felt the void of her absent mother.My mind wanders back to the tumultuous years of my youth. The arrival of Rachel was a turning point that altered the trajectory of my life. Vanessa, ill-prepared for motherhood, sought to rid herself of our child. My father paid a significant sum to ensure Rachel's arrival into our lives because of his unwavering principles. That pivotal day was when Charity arrived, cradling Rachel, the harbinger of a new chapter.As I reminisce about the eve of my twenty-second birthday, v
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
In a the opulent realms of Manhattan's elite neighbourhoods, I survey the colossal room destined to house me for an indeterminate stretch. Its expanse rivals half my present apartment, steeped in the lingering scent of vanilla. Morning's golden radiance floods through a grand window and cascades over the mansion, visible from the balcony.Elegance defines the space; refined taste breathes through textured art adorning cream-coloured walls amidst an ensemble of neutral tones dominating the room. A queen-sized bed, neatly dressed in a brown duvet with an assortment of neutral-hued pillows, commands the room's centre. A white bedframe donned with gold designs exudes sophistication, complemented by a resplendent gold chandelier above.To my right, a thoughtfully arranged work table beckons with coloured pens and sketch pads. It's a gesture perhaps from the daughter, a sweet child whose favour I'm glad to have earned; her goodwill could ease my stay here.At the far end, a brown armchair dr
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
Why do I feel like Ray is subtly hinting for me to take an interest in Patricia. The unending positive comments and bringing her up in our conversations frequently or the frequent mention of shared interest and qualities. It better not be. Could it be that Mrs. Charity’s absence has Ray suddenly longing for a mother? As I emerge from my study, I feel the warmth from the sun streaming through the tall windows. The air was crisp hinting, at the onset of a beautiful evening.As I reach the end of the stairs, I can't help but stare at Patricia, who is oblivious to my presence. I know I said I've seen prettier women, but she is a captivating sight to behold. Her charm is a composition of grace and elegance. Her gorgeous brown hair is in a ponytail with some strands framing a face as beautiful as the stars. Her precisely carved body appeals to the attention of any beholder fortunate enough to see her.She has a slim yet enchanting figure, a combination of soft silhouettes that perfectly hi
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
Ray has my heart. You know how you can fall in love with a child the moment you lay eyes on them? The eight-year-old is full of energy. A cascade of golden curls frames her adorable face. Her dazzling brown eyes sparkle with inquisitiveness, and her contagious smile exudes happiness. Her gentle demeanour conveys an inherent sense of kindness and respect in every gesture, and she moves with grace and laughter that dances freely in the air.Her father, on the other hand, is a single billionaire who radiates confidence and power. He is the epitome of sophistication and success. He effortlessly commands attention due to his height, impeccable grooming, and designer suits that highlight his chiselled features.His calm manner suggests a nuance beneath his opulent exterior, while his intense, piercing gaze conveys intelligence and resolve. In the social scene, he is an intriguing yet mysterious figure because, despite his wealth and status, there seems to be a void or a sense of loneliness t
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Epilogue6 months later I tap my fingers on the driving wheel, humming along to the pulse of the road, feeling the beat echo within. Each song becomes a personal concert, and my audience is the world outside my window. With each note, the journey transforms into an adventure full of songs and delight, making every mile unique.The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow as I drive , my pregnant belly gently cradled by the steering wheel as I embark on a journey to pick up Ray from her mother Vanessa's house. The anticipation of seeing Ray radiates through me blending with the rhythmic kicks of the little one in my belly.Arriving at Vanessa's house, I take a moment to steady myself before ringing the doorbell. Vanessa greets me with a warm smile. "Thanks for doing this, Patricia, for allowing Ray spend the weekend even though it wasn’t my week.” Vanessa says her expression soft with gratitude."It's my pleasure. Ray and I have a special bond, and it’s important that she has that type of
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
“Son, we are so happy for you.” father says super proud “Your father is right and we are glad you are very happy because we see how your face lights up all the time.”“Thanks. I love how both of you show up for me every time and support me. How you guys helped me raise Ray with unwavering love.”“You are our child and she's our granddaughter. It's our duty.” father says.“All the same, thanks again.” “I’ll leave you two to discuss while I check on what's cooking.” mother says excusing us.“So how's work?”“Going smoothly, dad. Thanks for asking.”“Don’t you think it's high time you take a break?”“I was thinking so too. Tony and I are organizing a group trip for our ladies.”“Now that's my boy. How's Ray and how’s she coping with this new chapter?”“Surprisingly good. Vanessa is good with children and I'm wondering what changed.”“People change. You did too.”I nod, father's words sinking in. "Yeah, people do change," I agree, pondering the evolution of myself and those around me."Y
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
The car hums softly as we embark on the journey back home after an emotional reunion with Ray's birth mother, Vanessa. The air in the car is thick with a mixture of lingering tension and unspoken questions. Ray, sitting in the back seat, stares out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. I wonder how she must be feeling after meeting her mother and if she has any question on her mind. Jordan, his hands steady on the wheel, steals a glance at Ray. Concern etched on his face, he speaks gently, "Ray, how are you feeling?"Ray sighs , her gaze still fixed on the passing scenery. "I don't know, Dad. It's a lot to process." I turn in my seat reaching out to touch Ray's hand. "We're here for you, sweetheart. Whatever you're feeling, it's valid."Ray nods , a small smile playing on her lips. "I appreciate that, Mom." I love it when she calls me mom and the thought of having a little child growing in me that will call me mom as well is so exciting. The car moves in a comfortable silence
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
Vanessa stands there, seemingly untouched by time, her slender figure and unchanged appearance hinting at a timeless beauty. There's a momentary question lingering as to whether she could truly be the mother of the boys following behind, given the absence of any visible resemblance."Vanessa," I call out from the car."Welcome to my home. Jordan and Patricia, thank you very much for this. I do not take it lightly," she acknowledges."Hi, Rachel. It's so lovely to see you. I'm Vanessa.""Hi, Mom," Ray greets warmly.Vanessa's face lights up, glowing with joy like a myriad of stars."Can I give you a hug?""Yes, please," Ray responds, embracing her eagerly."These are my sons, Gabriel and Nathaniel Parker. My husband and their father are late," she announces."Sorry for your loss," we chorus, following the boys' greetings."It's alright. It was a long time ago. Shortly after I got married to him, he took ill and passed. Let's not waste any further time out here. Let's all go in."As we
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
It's a relief that Jordan and I were able to work through our issues and emerge with a renewed vow to never let secrets ruin our relationship. The lesson acquired from the difficult experience emphasised the critical value of honesty and transparency.What truly surprised me was Jordan's apology for his impulsive decision to ask me to leave without taking the time to process everything. Admittedly, my choice to withhold essential information felt like a significant breach of trust, casting a shadow over our relationship.However, Jordan's perspective on the dynamics of marriage startled me. Despite the hurt caused by my actions, he believed that a successful marriage necessitates navigating such challenges through open communication and forgiveness.At that moment, I felt conflicting emotions—my initial guilt for withholding information, Jordan's surprising apology, and his conviction in the essential aspects of trust and openness in a marriage. It forced me to rethink my concept of t
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
In the solitude of this past week, amidst the echo of my own thoughts, I've embarked on an odyssey within myself. In the wake of shattered trust, I find myself navigating a labyrinth of emotions, haunted by the echoes of betrayal. Yet, amidst the debris of fractured promises, there's a yearning to rebuild what was once a sanctuary of companionship. The road to reconciliation feels like walking on shards of glass, each step a cautious maneuver to bridge the chasm that divides us. But within this tempest of hurt lies a glimmer of hope, a desire to unearth the truth, to mend the rift, and perhaps forge a stronger bond, weathered yet resilient in the face of adversity.The air in my father's study hangs heavy with the weight of unspoken words and hidden truths. Stepping into this sanctum of memories, the familiar scent of aged books and polished wood offers solace amidst the impending revelation.Mother's absence is a blessing in this moment, sparing her the pain that lingers within the d
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
The ticking clock echoes in my quiet room, each passing second emphasizing the void left by three days of strained silence. The memory of the argument with Jordan replays in my mind, the pain still fresh, and the weight of regret settling in my chest.My phone lies untouched on the table, its screen devoid of messages or missed calls. I can't bring myself to break the silence, understanding that the wounds from my actions need time to heal. I feel empty without him, unable to eat or sleep properly, spending my days confined in the room, looking like a mess.Regret gnaws at my conscience as I replay the argument in my mind. I had kept a secret, thinking it would be a protective shield for Jordan, only to realize that it has become a barrier between us. Communication truly is key in a relationship; the outcome might have been totally different if I had spoken to him about it as soon as it happened and we had discussed ways on how to go about it. Now I feel like I’ve lost his trust and I
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
I lay in the hotel bed totally famished and emotionally drained. I don't deserve this. My head is spinning from days of trying to phantom everything that has happened.We were supposed to be on our way to Greece today. I hope she's out when I get back. I need a break from her to be able to think things through. If I'm going to have to get over her which I doubt is possible, I would have to see less of her or her things till I've made a decision. I feel so betrayed!I had to put off my phone because she kept calling non-stop. Only Tony knows my whereabouts and what's going on. I can't bring myself to tell my parents.A knock on my door draws my attention back to my surroundings. That must be room service. I can't let them see me like this.“I'm very busy at the moment, kindly check back later,” I say from behind the door.“It's Tony man.”Arghhhhhh. How do I conceal the wounds on my knuckles?“I'm waiting or else I'll have them bring down this door.”I open the door and resume back to m
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The weight of reality hits me hard—I can't believe he found out before I had the chance to tell him. Not that his reaction would have been different, but I wanted to be the one to explain. The door closes behind me, leaving me on the floor, where minutes ago I was pleading with Jordan not to leave.Unable to stand, I remain seated, weeping, and wondering how it came to this. It's only been three months of marriage, and now this. What if he decides on a divorce? I can't lose him; imagining life without him feels unbearable.The gravity of the situation hits me, and I crumble into more tears, my shoulders shaking with the weight of heartache. Realizing I've lost something irreplaceable, coupled with the remorse for not trusting Jordan with the truth, devastates me. I should have mentioned it the very day Bryan sent the message, but I just couldn't. And now, my greatest fear has come true.I don’t know how long I sit crying, but by the time I wake up, it’s past nine. Summoning the courag
