Chapter 1 First Meet

Chapter 1:

I am just an ordinary maiden. A maiden from an orphanage family. A girl who dreamed of being loved by a man who would love me forever.

Everything changed when my father died because of a heat stroke. as an only child, I was compelled to enter as a maid in the mansion of the de LaVien. A family belonging to the three richest families in this country.

It's very difficult. What I went through was not easy. no sleep due to the amount of activities inside the mansion. Even though we were all fifteen, sometimes we were short because of the extra size of the house. There isn’t enough to eat, because sometimes I forget it’s too much to do.

when Don and his youngest son were still in the Mansion, somehow our jobs were not heavy. But when Doña Carolieta came from abroad, everything changed. Our jobs are getting worse. No dust should be able to do it. because by the time it gets dusty, it goes straight to the basement as punishment.

I experienced being dumped in the basement. And I promised myself I would never make another mistake. We just get comfortable every time Doña leaves for another country. sometimes it lasts there one to five months.

I feel like my whole world stopped when I found out her eldest son was coming home. I don't know why something is crawling on my chest right now.

"What I heard from Señorito Marckian is that Señorito Mour will be in charge of their businesses here. So he will stay here."

"My news is that this is only the third time he's coming home to the Philippines, isn't it? It's serious. Hometown, it looks unknown."

"That's really the rich. Especially those who aren't just rich. If the salary wasn't high here, I would have left here a long time ago because of Doña's behavior."

"Thank goodness we're in America for a vacation with Don Marcous, right?"

The De LaVien. mysterious family. Its characters are not just aired on television or in any magazine. Is it really like this when you are rich?

I let the other maid go while I went up to the fourth floor of the mansion. I was in charge of cleaning the room of Don Marcous's eldest son. Mother Selma said, she will be home next week. And like Doña, it is sensitive to house dust and to whatever objects. So it needs to be cleaned. There should be no dirt. No dust.

the house has its own elevator. But with our helpers, the ladder is what we have to use. That’s Doña’s policy, so it should be followed.

I was out of breath when I reached the third floor of the mansion. One more. One more.

I was sitting on the carpeted floor when I finally reached the fourth floor of the Mansion. Sweat drips and catches your breath due to fatigue.

I spent five minutes there before getting up again to walk to Señorito's room. the door is black and at the end of the hallway. That’s what Mother Selma told me.

A few more seconds before I finally found the door. Carrying the key, I opened the door.

I was so shocked when I looked around the room.

Big!

I never thought the room of the eldest son of the de LaVien family was this big. The room is very nice and very large. This room's 3 times bigger than our house! The rooms mixed in Black and Gold Color.

I shake my head. Come here to clean the room.

carrying the cleaning supplies, I put them aside. I cleaned the windows first. Then I replaced all the curtains. Damn this large windows!

Next I replaced were the bedsheets of the bed. The double King sized bed's so huge! why is the bed so big when only one person can sleep? Sometimes I can't really get the brains of the rich.

I followed its own sofa, up to the large walk-in-closet, its mini bar and mini kitchen. Finally, I cleaned the bathroom.

I've been cleaning this room for about two hours. Every time I rubbed the bathroom wall, the sweat dripped down my forehead and neck faster and faster.

I was in the middle of cleaning when suddenly my phone rang. Here in the mansion, we have phones. we are only called if there is an order from below or even from a family member.

I immediately answered when I realized it was Mother Selma who was calling.

My eyebrows immediately met when I heard loud voices on the other line.

"Mother Selma-"

"God! Are you done cleaning?" There was a hint of confusion in her voice.

"Not yet. But I'm close again. I'm just cleaning the bathroom-"

"Get out of there Janna!"

I stopped what I was doing.

"Yes? I'm not done yet-"

"Señorito is going there! so get out of there! Hurry up!"

I was surprised to look at the cellphone I was holding.

Señorito Marckian is the youngest child of the de LaVien family. What is he going to do here?

"What will Señorito Marckian do in Señorito Mour's room-"

"Señorito Mour Janna! She just came home! he'll just get there and go straight up there! We don’t know why he came home so early! All we know is he's next week so get out of there before he catches up with you! "

I felt like heaven when I heard that news! I'm already struggling and one by one I'm getting my cleaners. Two rinses on the wall and floor were made. But unfortunately I had it today, because of the haste, that I slid on the floor, my head hit slightly.

"Ouch!"

"Who the fuck are you?"

a baritone voice echoed throughout the bathroom. Every beat of my heart becomes more violent, which is why I have difficulty breathing due to intense nervousness. My whole body stiffened when I looked at the dark and shiny shoes. Is this my end?

"Kneel," I startled looking up at the speaker.

My whole body seemed to stagger when his gray eyes were examined. What a nice color of eyes. But not the emotion behind them.

his face was full of anger, disgust and disgust as he rolled his eyes all over my body. Sweaty and wet due to water.

"What are you doing HERE? IN MY room?" He says emphatically.

"I... I'm cleaning S-Señorito-"

"Why?" I looked at it curiously.

"I-I was ordered to clean the whole room for uh, you'll be back-"

"Did I ask for it?" I stopped at his question.

"I don't want any one entering my room with MY Permission. That's why I locked the door. Isn't it supposed to be understandable? you are invading my room, you are invading MY privacy. "I swallowed." What's your name? "I cried with pity on my lips.

"Yes?"

"Out." There was a hint of frustration in his deep voice.

"I said Out!" His voice echoed throughout the bathroom causing me to almost jump.