Epic 1 It was a chilly morning; the rain had drenched the earth during the early hours, leaving behind droplets that glistened on leaves and rooftops. Juris Jones Celestine lay restlessly in bed, his mind preoccupied with office affairs. He watched the raindrops slide down his window, each one a tiny, shimmering sphere. Though it had been four years since he handed the reins of his business to his son, Peter Celestine, Juris couldn't shake the lingering unease that plagued him. With a heavy sigh, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slipped his feet into his slippers, the cold tiles sending a shiver through him. Juris shuffled to the balcony, where he caught sight of Peter, briefcase in hand, climbing into his sleek, black Porsche. Peter, a former army officer and the current CEO of Wealth Club was the eldest son of Juris Jones. Peter kept track of the time, frequently glancing at his watch. As soon as he stepped into the office, a cold chill washed over him, prompting hi

Epic 3 Peter awoke to a sense of foreboding, the weight of Lisa's demand hanging over him like a storm cloud. As he checked his phone, her message glared back at him, the word 'maid' looming like an insurmountable challenge. He knew fulfilling her request would bring complications, but he had to face it head-on. With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, bracing for another day of Lisa's unpredictable whims. "I need a maid. Get me one," Peter's voice echoed in the room as he ambled to the restroom after ending a call with Ethan. The taste of toothpaste filled his mouth, and as he gazed into the mirror, Lisa's reflection repeated in his mind like a broken record. His brushing became more aggressive with each stroke. "Ouch!" Peter yelped, quickly pulling the brush from his mouth. His gums were bleeding, and he hastily rinsed the blood away. "Ouch," he exclaimed again, dabbing at the tender spot. ************ Peter's driver was ready to take him to the office. As he entered the

Epic 5 Lisa's insistent demand for a maid continued to aggravate Peter the next morning, though he had begun to recognize his own need for one. As he awoke from a night's rest, his stomach rumbling in hunger, he was dismayed to find no food in the house. Gazing at Lisa casually crossing her fine legs in the sitting room while leisurely enjoying the cereal she had prepared for herself, Peter felt a surge of anger. "Babe!" Lisa exclaimed, rushing over to plant a few kisses on Peter's cheek. "I didn't notice you were standing there”, she said. Did you see me in your dreams, huh?”. Lisa whispered seductively as she blushed her lips against Peters. “No breakfast?”. Peter mustered in an angry low tone. Lisa was surprised while looking around the room. “Who are you talking to babe? Did you finally get us a maid”. She said a bit excited but Peters hiss left her speechless as he walked away and went back to his room. Lisa immediately rushed after him but he had already gone into the bath

Epic 7 Lisa's words lingered in the air as Peter took a seat on the sofa, mulling over her accusations. "Does she actually look like me?" he whispered, his mind racing. The room fell silent as Lisa stared at Peter, who seemed lost in thought. She became more confused as she realized he was no longer listening. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked, her voice rising in frustration. "Isn't she your daughter?" But Peter's attention remained elsewhere, his face a mask of confusion and concern. While Peter and Lisa continued to stare into the distance, deep in thought, Nora knocked and then entered the room. Her presence immediately changed the atmosphere, causing Peter to stare at her as if he had seen a ghost. Lisa noticed and disrupted the silence with her harsh tone. "Are you going to talk or not? Why are you in my room?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with anger. Nora felt uncomfortable under Lisa's intense gaze. She apologized meekly, "Sorry, ma'am." "I don't need your

Epic 9 Nora immediately apologized and went ahead to clean up the floor. Peter stood speechless while trying to comprehend what had happened. “Silly, such a bunch of nuisance! Arrant nonsense”. Lisa muttered annoyed, while flapping her dress and angrily left the dining. “Sorry for that”. Peter whispered while dusting Nora's clothes. “It's fine sir, I'll manage. Besides, I'm the wrong one here”. Nora's voice was inaudible and scarcely voiced. “Are you—” “Mummy don't cry, I'm sorry”. Jessy whispered in her tiny voice, interrupting Peter, while almost crying as she tried to reach for her mother's face. “I'm not crying sweetie, mummy is fine. Just go to your room okay?”. With pretence, Nora cleaned her eyes while luring Jessy into their room. Returning to the dining, Peter was still standing there. There was a little silence as they both gazed at each other. “I'm sorry”. Peter whispered while grabbing Nora's hand. “It's fine, like I said, it's my fault as well”. Nora whispered as