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The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 528    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

She dropped to her knees on the carpet and began to scrub the blood spot. The chemical

is torn shirt hanging open, looking impossibly relaxed f

our name?"

aused in its scrubbing motio

ng the syllables around in his mout

of her neck. It annoyed her. Sh

m the staff-issued phone in her

P Convoy entering the load

ater. The Butcher was here. And she

"You need to leave. Now

lazy, arrogant expressio

bottle. "The Butcher of Wall Street doesn't brea

incing slightl

, or maybe a corporate spy gone wro

a finger at the wardrobe. "Or jump out the w

cart and rushed

or clicked shut, he reached into

device. "Bring me a fresh

into the lobby level, smoothing her hair and checking her reflect

, trembling slightly. Dani was pacing back and

IP doors b

ed the room. They moved with militar

man wa

dark suit that cost more than Betsey made in

t, That's him

t tipped over. "Welcome, Mr

ked at Dani, then at the line

ray with warm, scented towels. She tried to

she said, offe

er. He looked at the towe

r. Franklin

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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.”