The Billionaires Maid

nderson's palace, M

warm inviting light . But no amount of sunlight could chase away the shadows that hovered aro

over and over in my mind .had I been too bold , too confident in my disguise? Or was it simply the universe playing jokes on me , dangling the possibility of exposu

a simple attire , designed to make me fit into the background , but also as I tied the white

n ever . Damian's suspicion , if lef

ce of nature, her sharp eyes missing nothing as she instructed the other maids and kitchen staff on

in charge of the dining room this morning. Mr. Anderson has a guest for b

Mirabel ," I replie

uld need to make sure that every detail has to be good. It was also another op

ansion surged forward , back then , I had been Clarissa Monroe, Damian's lover , blinded by love and trust . I had walked the

learned my lesson in every way . Love

nty guests , the walls were adorned with expensive crafty arts and of course a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling , casting shimmering light over

work, making sure nothing went wrong and everything was in order. the tension in my chest refused to ease up, the memory of Dami

cible, to blend into the background like a shadow. Just when I was about to adjust the final

t , the dark fabric reflecting sharply with his blue eyes. He moved with the confidence of a man who

ole my attention. It was the wom

shone like emeralds.she moved with the style that spoke of privilege , her ever step deliberat

ny

shadow from the past that I had never fully understood .and now , here she was , standing in front of me , her expression portraying nothing

but with a sharp edge that sent chills down my spin

reatened to overwhelm me . Had she recognized me too ? I couldn't let her see th

n remarked casually , taking a seat at the head of the table.he seemed

everything

attacks I was having inside me .I stepped back , blendi

business , mutual acquaintances , and upcoming events in the social calendar. But beneath the surface , I could sense the feeling of something

very movement, every glance was calculated , trying to avoid drawing attention to myself . But Anya's ey

ed as she sipped her tea , her tone almost playful . "

"I've worked hard to ensure it . The Andersons nam

everywhere. "But I can't help but wonder if ghosts still hau

fore he quickly recovered . "The past is dead ,

s willing to let go .I could see it in the way they spoke , their gestures beneat

, Anya turned her gaze towards me .

ons.? I imagine it must be quite an experience .the question caught me off guard , I immediately replied " it's been a ......

. " I'm sure you are . The Andersons family has a way

lightly at me , I could sense that he w

to say , my voice calm despit

as an invisible servant . But the damage had been done . Anya's questions ha

way she looked at me , the way she spoke , it was as if she could see right through

He offered Anya his hand , a gesture of familiarity that spoke volumes about their relationship . She t

as they walked towards the door ." I trust we'll

plied , though his to

leasantries and Anya procee