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The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 669    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

squeaked rhythmically, a grating sound that scraped against her nerves. D

e doors slid open, and Betsey pushed the cart inside. Dani followed, standing as

em in the small metal box. T

ls with your background end up on the street. Your mother certainly h

an attack on her mother's memory, the only decent thing Betsey had left. Her

d the twentieth floor. The mechanical noi

y stopped breathing and turned her

, glancing at Betsey. She saw the look in the butler's eyes. It wasn't anger. It was

She took an involuntary step back, pre

it cut through the air like a shard of ice. "You seem to be under a great deal of stress,

sk, a glimpse of something ancient and dangerous. S

. They had reached

She looked down at her shoes, her shoulders slumped, her hand

clutching her throat as if she'd been physically

looked like she wanted to scream for security, but something in Betsey's blank st

ctiveness. Dani straightened her blou

hissed, her voice raspy.

"You are the personal attendant for the incoming gu

ut she knew the name. Everyone knew

mile returning to her face. "He destroys people

Perez," Be

repeatedly, desperate to put distance between hersel

The carpet was thick and plush under her ru

neck, checking her pulse. 60 beat

ouble doors of the Presidential Suite. She was ready for the

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The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire
The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire
“I spent a year hiding my lethal skills behind the stiff polyester uniform of a hotel butler. To the world, I'm just Betsey Madden, a "charity case" scrubbing floors at The Elysium to solve the mystery of my mother's suspicious death. On the anniversary of her passing, my manager decided to humiliate me by assigning me to the Penthouse to serve Celestino Franklin, a billionaire known as the "Butcher of Wall Street" who supposedly eats staff for breakfast. When I stepped into the suite, I found the pristine white carpet stained with fresh blood and a wounded man lunging at me from the shadows. I didn't scream; I instinctively dropped into a combat stance I hadn't used since my days as a shadow operative in Vienna, pinning the billionaire before he could even blink. I had to choose between letting him bleed out or revealing that I was far more than a girl who folds napkins for minimum wage. I chose to save him, stitching his gunshot wound with a surgical precision that no ordinary servant should ever possess. As he gripped my wrist, the air turned cold. He didn't smell like a typical CEO; he carried the sharp scent of sandalwood and expensive scotch-the exact, intoxicating aroma of the man from the nightmares I've had since the night my mother died. "You have good hands," he rasped, his storm-gray eyes seeing right through my pale foundation and fake exhaustion. "You're wasting them on silver polish." I realized then that my cover wasn't just blown; it was the bait that had finally caught the monster I was looking for. I came to this hotel to find a killer, but I never expected my prime suspect to be the man now demanding I become his personal shadow. The hunt for the truth just turned into a deadly dance with a predator who knows exactly who I am, and I'm not leaving until I find out if he's my savior or my mother's murderer.”