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I should have planned this well before summoning her. Aren't I too old for these gimmicks? I don't know if it's me but it seems like she's been avoiding me. Anyway, that's not going to be for long because while Ray is sleeping soundly, Miss Patricia and I are going to be having a long chat.”You asked to see me, sir.”“Yes. Are you good?”“Yes sir.”“Feels like you don't live here anymore. Are you avoiding me?”“No sir. I've just been busy doing what I'm being paid to do.”“I see. Good.”“Would that be all sir.”“Yeah.”“Okay.”“Wait. About the other day, I'm sorry that I spoke to you in such manner. I should have approached the situation in a more reasonable way.”“It's fine sir. You don't need to apologize, you are my boss. Besides it was wrong of me to bring a stranger to your house.”“Still, I should have been a little bit subtle and you didn't know he was coming.”“I'm sorry sir.”“It's in the past. Let's leave it there. What are you up to?”“Was about going to my room.”“Don’t t
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
“Jordan Baker, can you stop pacing around the room? You destroyed her phone not her life.”“I shouldn't have listened to you. She cried! You know, actual tears were streaming down her eyes.”“People cry.”“I made a grown adult cry because I decided to follow your instructions. I was perplexed. I felt bad for the rest of the day.”“Don’t worry you'll eventually be alright. All you have to do now is just delay a little before getting her another one then you guys can go to Seychelles and make her forget reasons why she chose to be with that loser in the first place.”“Stop putting things in my head. This person in question is Mrs Charity’s daughter!”“So what?”“Mrs Charity is like a mother to me. What does that make Tricia?”“That was really fast.”“What was?”“Giving nicknames now are we?”“Last I checked, Patricia is her real name.” I say confused. Is Tony going through something? “You called her Tricia some minutes ago.”“You heard wrong.”“I promise you I head right. I can bet my
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
Waking up and not having to check your phone for the latest update on trends and replying the messages from the night before or just randomly scrolling through social media for a while feels weird. I sigh as I get out of bed. It’s bad enough that I don’t have enough in my savings now I need to get a phone as well, I will most likely wait till I get my paycheck in some days. I get ready for the day, wake Ray up and make her breakfast and now we’re just talking in the kitchen before her lesson teacher comes.“How did you even know my favourite chocolates of all time?” I ask Ray mid conversation remembering the chocolate she told her dad to give me.“I don’t know what your favourite chocolate is Tricia, what is it?” It’s Tricia today. I didn’t know that a lot of nicknames could be gotten from my name till I met her but what does she mean she doesn’t know? Wasn’t she the one who told her dad to give me the chocolates?“You mean you didn’t tell your dad to give me from the chocolates he
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
We both watch Ray as she walks away, I just look wondering what he wants to talk to me about. I hope he doesn’t think I’ve been letting Rachel play too much or something. “Like I said earlier, I need to talk to you Patricia,” he seemed quite nervous about what he wanted to talk to me about that it made me nervous too and extremely curious. “Is everything alright sir?” Last time I checked I didn’t do anything wrong except the Bryan incident. Or did he do something to Bryan? Huh! The uncertainty is killing me! “Yes, everything is fine. I have no complaint about anything, you’ve been a wonderful nanny to Rachel.”he commends but I feel like there’s a but coming because why will he need to speak to me then? “Thank you sir, I try my best,” “I see that, I commend your hard work,” “Thank you sir,” I appreciate “I need to do some work in the office and your sketchbook is in the office so come along so I can give it to you.” Is he nervous because he has destroyed my sketchbook?
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
“Please hold on for a minute or two. I have to get this, it's really important.”This is it. It's either a yes or a no.“Good evening Mr Xuang.” I say trying to sound as calm and collected as I can. “Good day Mr Baker. I'll go straight to the point. We've seen a lot of your works and that of your contemporary and without wasting anymore time, we've decided to go with the best man which happens to be you. We are hoping that you do not disappoint as this was a tough decision to make.”“I'm very honoured to be assigned this project and I promise not to let you down.”“We will keep that in mind. Enjoy the rest of your evening. In the coming week, we will send you documents encompassing everything from design ideas to legal agreements and finally, the proposed payment for before completion and after completion. That will be all for now, good-day.”“Good-day Mr Xuang.”Yes! I fist bump the air and start to moon walk.“Ummm… Mr Jordan?”“Sorry, Forgive my manners. I didn't remember you were
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
I head to my room after leaving Mr. Jordan’s office, take a quick shower, and change to go to the mall in simple jeans, a shirt, and platform slippers. I quickly unboxed the phone and set it up, inputting my mom's and Bryan’s numbers, and made a mental note to call them when I got back to let them know the reason I did not reach out these past few days was because my phone spoilt and Mr. Jordan just got me another.I wonder how Mom will react, but especially how Bryan will. I just pray he doesn’t overreact or say something stupid. I grab my sling bag and head downstairs.I feel kind of weird that Mr. Jordan got me a phone and is now offering to buy me a dress from one of those expensive stores. Best believe I’ll go for the cheapest dress available because I do not want to do too much, and my conscience wouldn't even let me. I step out of the house, and the driver is already waiting for me with the car ready, holding the door to the passenger seat. Being all alone in this luxurious car
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
Trust GAW to always come through. The room looked a lot different than usual. Gold decorations are scattered in strategic parts of the room. A chocolate and wine fountain are at the corner of the dining table, and different delicacies are in stainless-steel fancy dishes that are seated on a warmer on the right side of the room. Simple yet beautiful.Scanning through the room one last time, I smile, satisfied with the view before me. In an hour, people would start showing up. Patricia is upstairs, getting Ray ready. I’m happy that Zoe succeeded in getting Patricia a nice dress; according to her, she said she would let the dress do the talking when I tried to get a picture of what she picked. I trust Zoe’s judgement, as she has styled Mrs. Charity and Ray severally.I pick out my Armani teal blue tuxedo and lay it on the bed. I shave the stubble growing on my chin and take a quick shower. I know I look good, but there’s something about the tux; it must be the colour. It was a birthday g
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
Doubt creeps in as I wear the red dress I got when I shopped. Would this dress be too flashy? I glance at my reflection, my thoughts dancing between elegance and extravagance. The dress screams sophistication with a touch of allure. The fitted silhouette accentuated my curves, while the flowing skirt allowed me to move gracefully.With my outfit worn, I moved on to my hair and makeup, opting for a soft hairdo that exposed my neck as I styled my hair in a messy bun with two bangs on each side, which I curled. My makeup was soft yet alluring, and to make it look less flashy than it already is, I apply a subtle lip gloss.Finally, I slipped into my pair of delicate silver heels, which gave me an added boost of confidence and height. I put on the necklace and earrings that Zoe had gotten for me as well. Standing before the mirror once more, I take in my reflection. The woman staring back at me was strong, poised, and ready for whatever the evening held. I looked gorgeous, if I do say so m
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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
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“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
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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
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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
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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
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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
