"Hey, newbie, you need to work more efficiently! What's with your slow pace?"Camille wanted nothing more than to hurl the expensive urn across the room. Since the crack of dawn, she had tirelessly served as a maid, attending to every nook and cranny of this sprawling mansion without so much as a moment for sustenance or hydration.Camille couldn't help but observe her predicament; the mansion was swarming with heavily armed guards stationed on all sides. Escaping from this oppressive environment seemed near impossible for her.Just as Camille was lost in her thoughts, Zack, the housemaster, strolled in. Oblivious to the freshly polished floor, he casually strolled through, polluting the pristine surface with his high-end, dirt-ridden shoes. Camille, who had painstakingly worked to maintain the floor's cleanliness, felt frustration simmering within her.Zack halted mid-stride, his gaze fixated on Camille, glaring daggers at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?" he demanded.In a
"Even though your stamina is poor, you seem pretty experienced," Zack commented.Seeing Zack enter the bathroom, Camille lay on the bed, her breath catching from exhaustion. Although Camille had eaten and drunk several times, she was still exhausted. This was the most exhausting day of Camille's life.Living the life of a woman with many fans, Camille never once thought there would be a day when everything would end. Camille's life that was previously taken for granted, Camille now realized just how special it was."He is an asshole. Even Marcel has never been this rude to me," Camille grumbled."This is crazy. This is the first time I've ever played with a greedy man. He's too violent. I can't believe he does it all day," Camille complained."It's not my stamina that's bad anyway. It's his stamina that's unreasonable. He looks like a hyper person." Camille let out a long, tired sigh.Exhausted and sore, Camille reached to retrieve the abandoned blanket strewn across the floor. The we
One fine morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Davina and Nick strolled outside the magnificent mansion where they resided. To their astonishment, they spotted a well-built man standing on the terrace, exuding an air of authority. Instinctively, Nick positioned himself in front of Davina, protecting her from any potential threat.Curiosity and concern swirled in Nick's mind as he swiftly questioned the imposing figure before him, "Who are you? Are you the new employee here at the mansion?"In a composed manner, the man replied, "I am the new bodyguard assigned to safeguard Mrs. Wilson, Davina Claire."Seeking further confirmation, Nick proceeded to ask, warily considering the possibility of the stranger's arrival being a disguise, "You are the bodyguard sent by?"Without hesitation, the bodyguard responded, "I was sent directly by Detective Mark."Determined to shed light on this mysterious development, Nick reached for his phone and dialed Damian's number. However, his patienc
"Young master, Davina wants me give this to you." Nick announced as he entered Damian's office room, carefully holding a medium-sized potted plant in his hands. The young master barely spared a glance at Nick. His attention fixated on the glowing computer screen illuminating the room."Just put it wherever looks best," Damian replied dismissively, his tone signaling his disinterest in the plant."In that case, I suggest placing it by the window," Nick recommended, his voice laced with a tinge of eagerness. "That way, it can bask in the glorious rays of sunlight."As Nick placed the plant by the window, Damian shifted his focus from the screen to his loyal assistant. A sudden seriousness filled his gaze, his expression reflecting the weighty matters weighing on his mind."Nick, the chief attorney general, the mastermind behind countless illegal activities, hides his company ownership. The funds flowing through this enterprise are nothing but the ill-gotten gains of his corruption," Dam
Rumors left unaddressed can sink on their own, fading into the background noise of everyday life. Damian and Davina made a conscious decision not to indulge the curious media, refusing to offer any clarification to the questions that plagued them. In time, the public's perception of Damian began to shift, morphing into sympathy for the man who had unknowingly become a victim of domestic violence.Taking action to distance himself from the painful past, Damian promptly removed Camille's name from the company's employee list. Though this meant that the finance manager's position lay vacant, with the workload distributed amongst the dedicated finance team, Damian wasted no time searching for the perfect candidate to fill the void.Determined to make a fresh start, Damian sat at his desk, his mind focused on the tasks. With some of the pending work already completed, he found a sense of satisfaction in organizing his surroundings. Just as he finished tidying up, the office phone on his de
As the days went by, Davina found herself growing closer to Nick. What was supposed to be a short-term arrangement had become two weeks of constant companionship. Their instincts drew them together, building a bond beyond a professional relationship. While Nick was always by her side, Davina rarely had the chance to spend quality time with Damian. Their schedules demanded their attention, often forcing them to pass each other like ships in the night. Even on weekends, when they should have had time to relax and unwind, Damian and Davina found themselves consumed by the demands of their respective jobs. During these busy times, Davina found solace in Nick's presence. Unlike the bodyguard, whom she hardly knew, Davina felt at ease with Nick. They could engage in light-hearted conversations to alleviate the boredom that sometimes accompanies their duties. On this evening, Davina's plans to head straight home were disrupted by a team dinner to celebrate her successful completion of a hi
Davina's confession spellbound Damian, his mind grappling to comprehend the depth of her words. It was an unconventional declaration, far removed from the typical expressions of romantic feelings that he had grown accustomed to."Just hold on a moment. What exactly do you mean to me?" Damian sought clarification, desperate to ensure he hadn't misunderstood.Davina firmly grasped Damian's shoulders, her attempts to focus her gaze on him hindered by the faint remnants of alcohol coursing through her system."Do you realize I have fancied you for thirteen years, Damian?" Davina exclaimed, her voice echoing throughout the room, oblivious to potential eavesdroppers.The weight of Davina's confession hit Damian like a stormy wave. Concealed beneath Davina's often indifferent facade, he had never fathomed that someone as seemingly unaware and nonchalant as her could harbor such profound feelings for him all this time.In that fleeting moment, as Davina's lips met Damian's, time seemed to sta
"Damian?" Davina's face lit up with a warm smile as Damian arrived to pick her up from work."I heard you finished early today," Damian remarked, his arms outstretched, ready to envelop Davina in a loving embrace.Without care for their surroundings—still in the vicinity of the law firm—Davina eagerly rushed into Damian's waiting arms, savoring the sweetness of her husband's affection."You did well today, my wife.” Damian gently ran his hand through Davina's hair, offering comfort and solace."Has it been hectic at the office?" Davina inquired, concern lacing her voice."Some of my tasks were completed ahead of schedule today," Damian explained, a glimmer of satisfaction evident in his eyes.With Davina's hand, Damian guided her towards the awaiting car. Tonight, he had instructed his driver to take the afternoon off, opting to drive himself instead, allowing for an added layer of intimacy and quality time with his beloved wife."What's gotten into you, picking me up yourself today?"