The Fake Billionaire

Chapter 8: Disrupted Plot

After carefully placing the tray on the bedside table, I hurriedly exited my room, my heart pounding with urgency. As I stepped into the hallway, I noticed the maid still walking away, her back turned to me.

I paused at the threshold of my room, leaning against the door-frame. “Wait!” I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the corridor. The maid stopped abruptly and turned to face me, her expression a mix of surprise and apprehension.

I approached her with measured steps, my gaze fixed on her. “Why did you forget what you were supposed to do?” I asked, my tone firm yet curious.

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes wide and dark, reflecting a mixture of emotions. “I…” she began, her voice faltering. Then, as if overwhelmed by the weight of her mistake, she bowed her head. “I’m sorry, mistress. I have forgotten!” she apologized, her voice barely above a whisper. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, her posture one of complete submission and remorse.

I let out a deep sigh and muster up my best angry expression. It’s almost amusing how convincingly I can channel Maya’s stern demeanor. “Listen carefully,” I say, my voice dripping with feigned authority. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again, you’ll be handed a one-way ticket out of here. Do you understand?”

She nods repeatedly, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect. “Yes, mistress,” she replies, her voice trembling slightly. Without another word, she scrambles to her feet and hurries out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.

As soon as she’s out of sight, a satisfied smile spreads across my face. I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment at my performance. I turn and make my way back to my room, feeling a strange mix of amusement and pride at how well I played my part.

The salad looks o creamy and salivating. I delve into it hungrily. I don't believe I am allowed to eat foods I have always wanted to taste. This is so good. Within some minutes, I was done with my breakfast. I stretch on the bed and felt like going for a walk out of the house. But Linda has warned me never to get the idea.

As I gaze out of the window, my eyes wander over the grand houses that surround mine. Each one is a testament to wealth and opulence, much like the kind of place Maya would feel at home in. These houses are not just buildings; they are masterpieces, showcasing exquisite taste and designs that seem almost otherworldly.

I can’t help but dream, “One day, I will build a house just like these for my mom,” I think to myself, feeling a surge of determination.

With a sigh, I let myself fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My mind drifts back to my life just a few days ago. It feels like a different world now. I remember the struggle of working part-time jobs just to make ends meet, the constant hustle to survive.

The memories are vivid, and they bring a wave of exhaustion over me. My eyes start to feel heavy and sticky, a sign of the fatigue that has been building up. I let out a long yawn and slowly close my eyes, allowing myself to drift into a much-needed rest.

When I open my eyes again, I'm in front of crowds. People were waving and jubilating. They seem so happy to see me. Just then, the door to my right opened and Maya walks up.

My heart pounds furiously in my chest as I notice people starting to take an interest. Maya points an accusing finger at me, shouting, “I’m Maya, she’s the imposter!”

I retreat slowly, feeling my heartbeat escalate beyond its normal rhythm. Suddenly, my phone rings, and I turn to see Petal holding it, glaring at me with intense eyes.

“Give me back my phone!” I shout at him, panic rising as I remember that Linda would be furious if anything happened to it.

Petal shakes his head slightly, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He lets go of the phone, and it crashes to the floor.

“No!” I scream in terror, rushing forward to retrieve it.

I look around and find myself back in my bed. Wow, what a nightmare!

I toss and turn on the bed, only to find myself tumbling to the floor with a resounding thud. What on earth is going on with me today?

With a sigh, I glance up at the clock. It’s already eleven in the morning.

Did something happen to me? Why did I end up sleeping so late?

And why didn’t anyone think to wake me up?

I turn my attention to the bedside table and notice that the tray has been swapped out.

I get up and walk over to it. Opening the tray, I find a cake and a glass of wine staring back at me.

Wow! This is the luxurious life I’ve always dreamt about!

With a burst of joy, I let out a cheer and head towards the bathroom. Immersing myself in a warm bath filled with fragrant rose petals, I feel an overwhelming sense of relaxation and luxury. It’s as if I’ve been transported to a royal palace, and I am the queen enjoying her opulent surroundings.

Determined to savor every moment, I decide to make the most of this delightful experience while it lasts. After my bath, I choose a pair of comfortable jeans and a cozy pink hoodie to wear.

Suddenly, an urge to step outside and take a walk overcomes me. I’m not sure why Linda felt the need to threaten me about leaving the room, but I’m resolute. Today, I will venture out, regardless of her warnings.

After finishing my meal, I ring the bell to summon the maid. I realize that I was supposed to do this the previous night, but it had slipped my mind. Now, I’m ready to embrace the day and whatever adventures it may bring.

A soft knock force me to look up. I readjust myself and cross my leg, “Yes, walk in.”

The door creaks open slowly, and a woman steps into the room. Her presence is quiet, almost ghostly, as she moves with practiced grace. I can’t help but wonder about the number of maids employed in this vast house. It seems like there are so many, yet I hardly know any of them by name. Shouldn’t I at least be familiar with the people who work here, who maintain the smooth running of this household?

As she silently picks up the tray, I observe her movements. There’s a certain efficiency in the way she handles her tasks, a sign of someone who has done this countless times before. She turns to leave, her footsteps barely making a sound on the polished floor.

“Hey!” I call out, my voice breaking the silence. She halts immediately, but she doesn’t turn to face me. It’s as if she’s waiting for further instructions, her back straight and her posture impeccable.

“Could you bring me something chilled?” I ask, my tone polite but firm. I stretch the word “Miss” deliberately, hoping she’ll feel compelled to complete the sentence for me. There’s a moment of hesitation, a brief pause that feels like an eternity.

Finally, she turns her head slightly, just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her profile. “Of course, ma’am,” “Roseline,” she says, “I will bring one over.” she replies softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She then continues on her way, leaving me to ponder the brief interaction.

I smiled and shake my head negatively, “Don’t bother again. I have changed my mind. You can leave.

She turns away and walks out.

As I sit back, I reflect on the dynamics of this household. The maids, the butlers, the gardeners – all these people who work tirelessly behind the scenes, ensuring everything runs smoothly. Their lives are intertwined with ours, yet they remain largely invisible, their names and stories unknown to us.

I make a mental note to learn more about them, to bridge the gap between employer and employee. After all, a house is not just a building; it’s the people within it that make it a home. And knowing their names, their stories, is a small step towards acknowledging their contributions and showing appreciation for their hard work.

With these thoughts in mind, I wait for the maid to return with my request, feeling a new-found sense of curiosity and respect for the individuals who keep this household running.

Time to walk out. I stand and quickly open my door. It’s not like Linda will see me if I do so, I don’t know why I’m feeling so scared.

I walk out of the building with no maids in sight. I wonder where they all are, I haven’t seen Caleb too. I wonder where he is and what he’s doing currently. Maybe he works for Julian. If then, why did he address me like he did that day?

As I step outside, I follow the path that runs alongside the building, leading me to the garden. The sight that greets me is breathtaking; the garden looks absolutely stunning.

When I was a child, I had a deep affection for flowers. Their vibrant colors and delicate petals always captivated me. However, as I grew older, I realized that maintaining a garden and nurturing flowers can be quite costly. This realization led me to abandon my passion for flowers, despite the joy they once brought me.

I take a seat near the rose flower and sign. I wonder what my mom is doing currently. But I’m sure she will be very happy. I am going to make more money now and protect her.

“You look happy today,” a strange, deep, baritone voice says behind me. I turn towards the speaker and look up at a huge man in his thirties or forties, who knows. He looks older than I am and he looks younger.

Ok, he looks rich, just like Caleb, and he looks so handsome, more than Petal.

He walks to me and take a sit beside me. I look at him, fascinated by his charming face or the fact that he just acted as if he knew me so close.

Where we close? Is he someone I should know? Why didn’t Caleb tell me about him? Linda didn’t say anything either.

“What? You won’t say sorry? His voice sounds indifference.

I raise a skeptical brow at him, “What do you mean?”

“You kept me waiting out here forever!” He says angrily, his eyes still on me. I can’t help but notice the hard stares he’s giving me.

Like he would like to take my life or like he despise me. I laugh nervously, “I’m sorry. I had something urgent to attend to, “I look away but I can still feel his gaze on me.

I don’t know how to pretend to do something I didn’t do. Because I don’t know when I kept him waiting for an hour. I don’t know if he has Maya’s phone number.

“What do you think about love at first sight, Miss Maya,” he asks suddenly and looks away.

My heart stated slowly, then increase drastically. Why is he asking me that kind of question? How do I answer?

The sound of my heartbeat wouldn’t even let me think properly. Something must be wrong with me.

Why am I reacting to his every action? “You must think it doesn’t matter in some cases. You know, most love at first sight always end in pains.”

I look at him again and take in what he had just said he’s right. I wonder who he is.

“So, you don’t believe there’s love at first sight?” I asks him,” I mean most people always have love at first sight, except for me,” I laugh briefly as I think about my past life.

I have never fallen in love and I have never dated. I didn’t even have the time for it.

I was always working and helped my mom. It has been so difficult for me.

He looks at me and raises a brow, “You have never fall in love,” he asks surprisingly.

I smile and nod slowly, “But I think there’s love at first sight, I mean,” I stop slowly as his lips collides with mine.

His hands wraps around me quickly, pulling me so close to him.

It happens so quickly that I could barely think.

He tastes so good. He tastes like strawberry and he kisses better than Petal.

Gosh! I don’t know even know who he is. And what the f**k is he doing?

I pushed him away quickly. His eyes register surprise as he watches me.

I can feel my anger coming out through the holes in my body, “what did you do that for? You didn’t even care and you had to do what came to your head!” I scream at him but my traitorous eyes went to the lips I have just kissed. Goosebumps appear all over me and I shudder uncontrollably. I didn’t believe this is happening to me.

Then, I remember I’m not allowed to scream or shout. Linda specifically warned me never to do so. I don’t know why she has a lot of rules for me.

I look up at the handsome man in front of me. Did he even know I’m engaged to be married?

I will be marrying soon. It doesn’t matter if I’m Maya or not but I must not let anyone kiss me.

Gosh, it’s so annoying. The fact that I won’t even allow my husband to touch me but what this i***t just did is the most annoying thing.

“Did you just push me off Maya?” He says softly.

I blink once, then twice. He just called me by my first name. Do I think he really knows me well?

Is he someone I’m supposed to act so close with?

He scoffs and incline his head to one side, “Seems like you don’t like me again.”

What? And that was when it came at me suddenly. He is definitely Maya’s first love. That was why he said I kept him waiting. He must have spoken with Maya. And maybe Maya has avoided his calls these days.

Oh, that was why she ran away from home?

OMG! I don’t believe this.

Well, she should just have contacted him. I shouldn’t be suffering like this. She should have told him she’s not at home presently, I don’t like kissing someone I don’t love.

I don’t!” I screamed at him. Why should I even like him. I have a husband to get married to in less than a week. He should just forget about Maya and move on with his life.

He folds his hands in front of me, surprisingly bold, “ So what do you think about contract marriage?”

I hiss and look away. He’s an i***t. Does he expect Maya to be his after the marriage?

“Contract marriage doesn’t matter. As long as they get married, they will be as husband and wife,” I look at him again,” You should stop here. If you have something to say you should voice your opinion before the wedding. If you are to late, you can just forget it and move on.”

He scoffs again,” there’s divorce.”

OMG! I don’t believe he really plan on making it a problem for Julian and the rest.

“No!” I yell at him, startling him for a moment, “There will be no divorce!” I shake my head momentarily, “Till death do us part!” I smile at him.

His eyes bulged as if they might pop out of their sockets while he watched me intently.

“Didn’t I do great?” I thought to myself, feeling a surge of pride. Julian and Linda would be so proud of me right now.

With a satisfied smile, I turned and walked away from him, not bothering to glance back. He definitely needs to learn a lesson. He should step aside and let Maya marry Ethan.

I can never quite understand why wealthy people have such complicated issues.