All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Curvy Maid: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

~Sienna~ I paced back and forth in my room, my eyes locked on the pictures on John’s Instagram story. It was from the annual charity gala Ethan and I were supposed to attend together, yet now, he was there with *her*—that maid!“Ugh, he has no taste whatsoever!” I shouted, frustration bubbling over. The thought of him parading around with her at such an event, embarrassing me like this, was infuriating.That girl has done enough. It's time to end this for good. I paused, dialing Mrs. Cross’s number. I needed her to remind me where her loyalties lay—she had been acting too comfortable lately. As the phone rang, I resumed my pacing, waiting for her to pick up. When she finally answered, I stopped in my tracks.“Mrs. Cross?” My voice quivered, on the verge of breaking. “Sienna, darling, how are you?” she replied sweetly. I sniffed, trying to hold back the tears. “I’m not okay, Mom. Ethan went to the gala with that maid. It was supposed to be the two of us,” I mumbled, sniffling harde

~Ethan~I pulled up outside Alexa’s clubhouse and stepped out of the car. Taking long strides, I circled to the passenger side and opened the door for Mia.“Thank you,” she said shyly as she stepped out.“You don’t have to thank me for that.” I took her hand in mine, shutting the door behind us. “It’s just what I’m supposed to do.”We walked toward the entrance together, and I could see the unease etched on Mia’s face. It wasn’t hard to understand why. She hadn’t seen her aunt since the day she’d been sold off, and now that same aunt was sick and planning to sell off Mia’s parents’ properties? It was too much for anyone to process.Inside the club, the daytime atmosphere felt muted compared to its usual liveliness. A few workers were scattered about: the bartender, a couple of the girls, and the cleaners prepping for the night.Mia led the way to her aunt’s office, but before we could reach the door, a voice called out from behind us.“Mia?”We stopped and turned. The guy approaching

~John~I drove to Darla’s house, and as I pulled up to the location, my brows furrowed in confusion. ‘Why does this place look so awkwardly familiar if it’s my first time here?’ I wondered, turning off the engine.Reaching for my phone, I was about to text her when I heard the creak of the gate. Looking up, I saw Darla step out of the compound.“So, I wasn’t imagining things,” I muttered, setting my phone aside as a wide grin spread across my face. “Hey,” I greeted, opening my door and stepping out.“Hey.” Her voice was soft, her lips curling into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Something felt...off. I opened my arms, pulling her into a tight embrace, my gaze drifting back to the house.“Are you alright?” I asked as she sniffled, nodding against my chest. Pulling back slightly, I looked into her face. “Why does your house look so familiar?”She sighed heavily, her head dropping. “Because...you probably know this house,” she muttered, swallowing hard.“What do you mean?