In the Billionaire's Den

In the heart of Tokyo, the Salvatore Empire rose majestically, its sleek, modern architecture a testament to the unyielding power and wealth that lay within. High walls crowned with electrified fences, rows of surveillance cameras, and an army of skilled guards patrolling the perimeter set it apart. This fortress wasn’t just a residence—it was a statement, a testament to the enigmatic and untouchable reputation of its owner, Julian Salvatore Edelman.

Inside the villa, rules were ironclad. Only handpicked male staff were employed, chosen for their loyalty and expertise. One exception stood out: Miss Yvonne, the family's trusted cook, who had served for decades and earned a revered place within the household.

As Alexa trailed behind Miss Yvonne, who had escorted her from the gate, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. The leering gazes of the men they passed made her skin crawl, eerily reminiscent of Marcus's menacing henchmen. A nagging question lingered in her mind: what deceitful strings had Marcus pulled to secure her entry into this foreboding estate?

“Good morning, sir,” the guards greeted in unison, their deep voices ringing with respect.  

Alexa's curiosity piqued. Is this a military camp? she wondered, her thoughts racing. She craned her neck, eager to catch a glimpse of the man commanding such reverence.  

Julian Salvatore emerged, exuding an aura of power and control. His every step was deliberate, his long strides radiating confidence. Behind him trailed Theo, his ever-present personal guard. Julian's face, carved with stoicism, was a masterpiece—thick eyebrows, a sharp jawline, and a slightly pointed nose that accentuated his otherworldly appearance. His broad shoulders and flawless, velvety skin completed the picture, reinforcing his reputation as the city’s most handsome billionaire.  

Marcus's piercing blue eyes remained glued to the iPad in his hand as he strode forward, unaware of the small figure in his path.  

It happened in an instant.  

Julian collided with Alexa, sending her stumbling toward the ground.  

“Oh no, Alexa! Be more careful here, please,” Miss Yvonne exclaimed, rushing to steady her. The iPad hit the floor, but Theo swiftly retrieved it without missing a beat.  

“I’m sorry, I—I…” Alexa stammered, frozen under Julian's cold, unblinking gaze.  

Miss Yvonne quickly intervened, speaking in a tone that betrayed her urgency. “She’s the new maid from the agency. She’ll be more careful from now on, and—”  

But Marcus l didn’t wait for her to finish. Without a word, he turned on his heel and continued toward the waiting car, Theo close behind.  

“Come with me,” Miss Yvonne said gently, taking Alexa's hand and leading her into the mansion.  

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Alexa's eyes widened as she stepped inside. The villa was a palace disguised as a home. Crystal chandeliers adorned the soaring ceilings, casting prisms of light that danced across intricately molded walls. Polished marble floors stretched endlessly, their surface gleaming under the rays of sunlight filtering through towering windows.  

It was breathtaking.  

The hallways were lined with priceless artwork, delicate engravings, and exquisite China vases that added to the air of luxury. Alexa couldn’t stop turning her head, trying to take it all in.  

So this is what power looks like… she thought, a mix of awe and disbelief on her face.  

Miss Yvonne glanced over her shoulder, noticing Alexa's dazed expression. “Alexa, you can explore the building later, okay? Let’s get you settled in first.”  

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Alexa replied sheepishly. “It’s just… so beautiful.”  

Miss Yvonne chuckled softly, her features softening. “You’re pure and innocent, aren’t you?” she thought, though she kept her observation to herself.  

“This way. Your room is on the left,” she said aloud. “Freshen up, and then come downstairs for breakfast.”  

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Alexa gasped as she entered her room. The space was serene and inviting, with soft, creamy walls and plush furnishings. The bed looked impossibly soft, and she couldn’t resist flopping onto it, giggling as the mattress enveloped her like a cloud.  

But her thoughts drifted back to Julian. His piercing blue eyes lingered in her mind, as did the sense of familiarity she’d felt in his presence.  

“Lexi, get a grip,” she scolded herself. But her heart fluttered despite her resolve, and the memory of his intense gaze sent a shiver down her spine.  

Her hearing aid beeped suddenly, snapping her back to reality. Her heart raced as she remembered its purpose.  

She clicked it on, and Marcus's menacing voice filled her ear.  

“Little missy, I’m sure you’ve settled in by now. Don’t get too carried away by the wonders of the villa. And don’t forget to keep me posted.”  

The device beeped again, signaling the end of the transmission. Alexa released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.  

“This man will be the death of me,” she muttered, her chest tightening with anxiety.  

TWO HOURS LATER

Alexa met Miss Yvonne on the staircase.  

“Oh, I was just about to come get you. It’s almost noon—come and eat,” Miss Yvonne said with a kind smile.  

Alexa felt a pang of emotion at her warmth, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in twelve years. “Thank you, Miss Yvonne,” she said softly as they walked to the dining room together.  

The table was a feast. Golden brown pancakes, crispy chicken, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit were arranged with care.  

“Wow, this looks amazing!” Alexa exclaimed, her stomach growling.  

Miss Yvonne watched her eat with a gentle smile, tempted to ask about her background but holding back. As she stood, a sudden wave of pain crossed her chest, and her expression faltered.  

“Are you okay, ma’am?” Alexa asked, concern etched on her face.  

“I’m fine,” Miss Yvonne replied, though her voice was strained. “I just need some rest. Eat up, and Damen will show you around.”  

Alexa nodded, watching her leave with a growing sense of affection. *I hope she’s alright,* she thought.  

Moments later, a stern-faced man entered the room.  

“Miss, I will show you around now,” Damen announced.  

Alexa's nerves prickled at his serious tone, but her unease faded when he handed her a map and a small booklet outlining her chores.  

“This will help you navigate the villa,” he explained.  

Ajexa clutched the items tightly, excitement bubbling inside her despite her circumstances. “Let’s explore!” she thought, her mind set on making the most of this surreal experience.  

For now, I’ll enjoy this while it lasts, she resolved, stepping into the next chapter of her journey.