All Chapters of From High Society To His Service: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The rising sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Greg rose from his bed, the dream still haunting him.He moved through the morning routine in a daze, his mind wrestling with the realization that, in the heat of his fevered imagination, he had allowed himself to cross a line that he had sworn he never would.As he slipped from his room, his movements quiet and stealthy, Greg could feel the weight of his actions bearing down on him. With each step, he felt the distance between himself and the forbidden dream widening, yet the memory of it refused to be forgotten.The early morning air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the fevered heat of the night before. Greg pulled his coat tightly around himself as he made his way down the winding driveway, the sounds of the rustling leaves around him drowning out the racing thoughts in his head.The world outside his window was a blur of greens and browns, the towering trees and winding roads a familiar yet u

Weeks passed, and Lily's condition improved enough for her to be discharged from the hospital. During her stay, Cherry had made a concerted effort to spend time with Lily, often visiting her in the hospital with gifts and well wishes. That particular Saturday morning, the mansion was buzzing with activity as the staff went about their usual duties. Amidst the hustle and bustle, Greg appeared, descending the stairs in a vision of perfection.Clad in a white polo shirt that hugged his muscular frame and dark jeans that accentuated his tall, lean figure, Greg moved with the grace of a Greek god. His hair was slicked back, impeccably styled to complement the chiseled lines of his face, and his expression exuded an air of confidence that seemed almost superhuman. As Greg strode across the foyer, heads turned to watch him, his presence commanding and magnetic. With a regal bearing and a swagger that hinted at his power, he crossed the room with an effortless stride, each step punctuated b

A few days had passed since Cherry's conversation with Lily, and the younger woman had done her best to follow Cherry's advice. She kept her distance from Greg, treating him politely but professionally whenever they crossed paths. However, Lily couldn't help but feel a growing uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. Something about Cherry's story didn't sit right with her, and she found herself questioning whether everything the older woman had told her was true. As Greg observed Lily's increasing reluctance to interact with him, he furrowed his brows. Her once-warm smile and easy conversation had become distant and guarded. Yet, his feelings for her were persistent, no longer quelled by her evasiveness. Determined to form a connection with her, he resolved to uncover the root of her behavior and rectify it. Greg’s voice rang out, echoing in the corridor. "Butler James!" he called out. A figure materialized from the shadows, stepping into the light with the grace and poise of a

As the days ticked by, Cherry's anger only intensified, her scheme taking root in the shadows. Sleepless nights were spent consumed by her thirst for revenge.The day of the flight arrived, and Cherry put on a convincing performance, bidding a seemingly innocent farewell to Lily. With her clandestine flight booked, she made her way to the airport, a sinister grin plastered on her face.Boarding the plane, Cherry couldn't help but bask in her own cleverness. "Lily won't see this one coming," she thought, her lips curling into a menacing smile. "This trip will be anything but peaceful."As the plane ascended, Cherry leaned back in her seat, her eyes narrowing with wicked delight. The wheels were in motion, and her plan was unfolding as intended. Little did Lily know that the coming days would be marred by chaos and destruction, all orchestrated by Cherry's bitter thirst for vengeance.Seated in a corner of the plane, Cherry wore a disguise to avoid being recognized as she observed Lily

As Lily and Greg settled into their luxurious suite, the weight of the day's events seemed to lift from their shoulders. The suite was spacious and beautifully decorated, with plush furnishings and breathtaking views of the city lights sparkling against the snowy backdrop. Greg placed his bags by the wardrobe, glancing over at Lily with a reassuring smile. "I'll take the sofa bed tonight," he offered, his tone warm and understanding. "You can have the bedroom." Lily shook her head, a determined look in her eyes. "No, sir, it's improper," she said quickly. "I'll take the sofa bed." Greg regarded her with a firm yet gentle expression, his voice leaving no room for argument. "There's no need to worry about propriety, Lily. I am your employer, and I insist on taking the sofa bed. You will sleep in the room." Lily hesitated, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. She knew that Greg was trying to be considerate, but it felt strange to accept such a sacrifice fro