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The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire

Chapter 10 No.10

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

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the man with t

dde

he air. She approached wit

et silverware in the main vault. It all

tedious, isolating task meant for jun

e stood up slowly

ed her pol

elevator

ent quiet.

Lars and two bodyguards. He wore a navy suit that

ried to blend into the pillar, holdi

at the hallway leading to the vaul

ltered his path. He wal

its breath. The

her skirt, thinking he

t past Dani. He stopp

e said. "Wa

r... she is on duty. Sh

to Dani. His eyes

I ask

She looked like she wanted

expression softened, just a fraction.

r ears only. "Say the word, and she's g

It was tempting. So tempting.

I can handle my own b

smile. "I know you can. But

rs with a subt

o discuss a noise complaint regarding your off

on. A lie to humil

polish from Betsey's han

," he

ay toward the

garden, he stopped. He took her hand. He tur

cure required of the hotel's top staff. But beneath it, he felt a

Tell me why a woman who isn't afraid of

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The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire
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“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.”