Elijah Fiorensco

I found it so hard to forget about her. Since that day, I had been trailing her. She didn't appear like an ordinary girl. Something had definitely chased her into that club - virgins don't just wander into places like that. Her timidness and naivety said it all.

Initially, it was none of my business, but I couldn't control my curiosity about her.

I did my research and found out every detail regarding her.

"Boss, she has applied for the vacancy as predicted."

I dropped the call and smirked. I had anticipated she would do anything to save her mother. Obviously, that was one of the reasons she ended up in the club that night.

I stared at the file on my table.

Ariana Moreno.

Twenty-one years of age.

Graduate. Studied cyber security.

Mother diagnosed with late-stage pneumonia.

Fatherless. No siblings.

The little thing had surely lived a shitty life.

I was the one who dropped the vacancy online - a house help position. I knew she would rush it, and she did exactly that.

I had Kelly visit the hospital and settle her mother's medical bills, with a very strict warning. On no account should the doctors or the director let her know. I bought a very large share of the hospital immediately, indirectly making it mine... just to make sure everyone behaved themselves.

She wouldn't have a reason to work in my villa if her mother was healed.

Maybe fate wanted it this way... or maybe I controlled fate myself.

I thought I could completely let her go, but it felt like a part of me was missing the moment she left. I had never felt this way - not even for Kaida.

I barely slept in the villa anymore, always in the office or caught up with company affairs. Now it was time to return to the villa... it wasn't that bad after all.

It was late at night when I finally packed up.

"You can send the file containing the list of weapons out tonight. I'm heading back to the villa," I said, already grabbing my car keys.

"You mean the villa?" Maxwell asked in disbelief. "Oh... the new club girl from that night?" He burst into laughter. "Can't believe brother's finally settling down. This is going to drive Kaida crazy," he added, laughing like the moron he was.

I threw him a cold glare and walked out of the building.

"Kelly... drive."

He grabbed the keys instantly while I settled into the limousine.

The drive back home was rough and dangerous as usual.

"Welcome back," the servants chorused.

"Where is Mrs. Smith?" I asked immediately. After my mother, she had always been the next person I acknowledged.

"She left for her grandson's coronation. She will be back early tomorrow morning," one of the security men replied.

I walked inside.

I freshened up, lit a cigarette, and sipped bourbon alongside it until I finally dozed off on the couch.

The Next Morning

I was woken up by faint noises outside. I stood up and connected to the large screen, only to find her arguing with the security.

She was dressed more covered and calmer compared to the last time I saw her.

I grabbed my phone.

"Let her in," I said softly, then walked into the bathroom to freshen up.

I could hear her footsteps echoing through the villa - even from the bathroom.

"Hi... good morning," her voice echoed.

She must be crazy, because who the fuck talks to an empty living room?

Deliberately, I came out with only a towel wrapped around my waist.

"Hi, little thing," I said softly before fully stepping into her view.

"What the fuck!!!" she almost screamed.

"You!!!"

Ariana Moreno

I couldn’t believe my eyes. So the billionaire’s villa I had been trying to work for was actually his?

I was still dumbfounded before he finally spoke.

“Worry less, little thing. You’re welcome here,” he said, moving closer to me.

“Like… how come?” I was still in shock. Fate truly is unpredictable.

“Okay, so… Mrs. Smith would soon be here, making it two of you in the house. She’ll guide you on everything,” he said, turning back as if he intended to leave.

“Boss… Elijah…” I stammered, not knowing how to properly address him.

“Elijah,” he corrected calmly.

“When will I have my first pay?” I asked. That was really the most important thing to me—the only thing that actually brought me here.

“It depends on how well you please me,” he said, smirking. One thing he’s undeniably good at is flirting.

“On how well I clean,” I corrected, rolling my eyes.

“We shall see then,” he replied before finally leaving the room.

The living room was wide—big and spacious enough to contain our entire house. Luxurious sofas and furniture were arranged perfectly, everything aligning beautifully with the theme.

My eyes landed on a large portrait of a very beautiful woman—long curly hair, her smile elegant and warm.

“That’s Mrs. Elena Fiorensco, his mother,” a voice suddenly spoke behind me.

I turned immediately. A middle-aged woman, probably in her late fifties, stood there. She looked calm and demure.

“Good morning, ma’am,” I greeted.

“Mrs. Smith,” she said softly, and I nodded.

“Come with me,” she added, and I followed her immediately.

She showed me around the mansion. We had to neglect some areas—it was simply too big to explore in a single day. A gym house, a bar, a lounge, a cinema, and many more.

She finally stopped in front of a room.

“This is a no-go area. Under no circumstances should you be found here, talk less of trying to open it. Mr. Elijah personally locked it himself and always warns us all to stay away from it.”

I was bewildered by the strict rule surrounding the room.

“Is there a reason we should stay away from it?” my curiosity immediately kicked in.

“The reason is because we should stay away from it,” she repeated.

I was about to ask again when she interrupted.

“Trust me, you won’t want to see the young master’s anger.”

I nodded immediately.

“Your payment terms are to be discussed with the young master,” she said.

“What the fuck!!” I blurted out instinctively.

She laughed and turned away.

It was actually fun around her. Apart from Mrs. Smith, everyone else in the house seemed very strict and unjovial. She talked a lot about Elijah and filled me in on more details about him. She had been serving the Fiorenscos even before he was born. She literally raised him and watched him grow.

We cooked dumplings and crackers together.

“The young master doesn’t come here regularly. So strange to find him here,” she said.

“But now I think I know why,” she added with a smile.

She wouldn’t stop teasing me.

We were so engrossed in cooking and chatting in the kitchen when we suddenly heard a loud bang from the living room. We both rushed there.

“Hi, Mrs. Smith,” a lady said.

She wore a black mini skirt that barely covered her laps, paired with a snatched top and heavy makeup.

“I think I told you to always let me know whenever Elijah is back,” she said, moving closer to us.

“Hi, Miss Kaida,” Mrs. Smith replied calmly.

“The young master wouldn’t like it if I kept disclosing his whereabouts. Pardon my manners.”

“And who the fuck are you?!” she yelled at me.

I had been trying to keep my temper in check the moment she spoke rudely to Mrs. Smith. She really wouldn’t want to try me, I promise.

“Courtesy demands you introduce yourself before demanding an introduction—”

Smack!

I didn’t even finish the sentence before she stepped forward and landed a slap on my cheek.

“What the fuck!!”