Rejected Maid Returns As Trillionaire Heir

Chapter One

It was a sunny dry afternoon in the Desantos Manor, and Adrianna Toscano was stuck sweeping an outdoor corridor. Seated in the outdoor lounge a couple of feet away, several men in dark suits and military haircuts watched in amusement.

"Rather a tight ass for a maid." one commented.

"What are you talking about, Franco? Everyone knows deplorable women like her always have the roundest backsides. Good for a short f**k, or two." said another.

"Ah! Suddenly, I see the allure of having maids around. I shall have ten of them when I build my manor. What do you think?" contributed a third one.

Adrianna bowed her head, bit her lip, and swept faster, pretending not to hear their snickering and foul language. Her fear of Lady Claudia finding out she hadn't finished her work, was greater than any embarrassment these vulgar men could provide.

"Hey!" barked one of them.

Adrianna continued sweeping, pretending she didn't hear...

"Hey. I'm talking to you!"

Adrianna raised her head slowly. "Me?" she asked in pretense.

"My friend here was asking you a question, slave"

"Oh. I didn't hear.."

"That's alright sweetie," started another. "My friend here was saying you'd be good for one f**k. Me, on the other hand, I think I could screw you all night long. What do you think?"

"Excuse Me?!"

"Answer the question." warned the man with a dangerous tone.

"I will not!" she refused. Before long, one of them had approached her, his hand around the shaft of her broomstick.

"I want to hear you say that again, Slave" stated the stout man.

Adrianna was a maid to the Desantos family, and not even a prominent one at that. She of all people knew about the repercussions that would follow if there was any perceived disrespect to visitors of the Manor.

So I'm supposed to let them walk all over me?! No. Adrianna remained silent.

"I'm waiting"

"You're disturbing my work, Sir" rebutted Adrianna.

"You stupid b***h. All you had to do was answer the question." started the man, grinning as if he had been waiting for this. "Fosco, come over here. And bring your knife with you."

Adrianna tried to back away in fright, but the man had grabbed her arm tightly to her hand, his eyes full of lust and perversion! She remembered the men; they belonged to Don Luca's mob and were known for doing some unspeakable activities.

"No!" she cried, and squirmed to let loose, but it was unfruitful.

"Just let it happen," said the man wickedly, loosening his tie.

"No. Please!"

A door at the end of the corridor opened. Out stepped an elegant-looking woman in her 40s. It was Claudia Desantos. The Mistress of the Desantos household.

What is she doing here? Leila told me she was asleep! thought Adrianna, her blood running cold. In truth, Adrianna was even more frightened by Claudia's presence than any hot-blooded man. She stood shivering with the broomstick while Claudia yawned and looked slowly from the men gathered outside, and then the sheepish Adrianna.

Claudia clapped her hands and asked calmly: "Gentlemen. I heard some shouting. What seems to be the problem?"

"There is indeed, Madam Claudia" started the man, retying his tie. "I'm afraid this household has insulted the office of my Boss, Ronaldo Do Luca."

"What?!"

"Yes. You see. Me and the gentlemen have been waiting a long time, and we sought to beseech the help of your maid in finding the nearest restroom. However-" "You're disturbing my work!" is what she barked to everyone present.

"My god" sighed Claudia.

"No, Mistress! That's not what--"

Claudia finally looked at her, and with such a hardened expression that would have turned lava into an iceberg. Adrianna forgot all the words of defense.

"As an ardent operative of Mr Ronaldo Do Luca, I cannot let a comment like that slide, Madam. We were in the middle of giving her punishment. Retribution must be paid for disrespect. You know the mafia code, Madam." explained the man.

Mistress Claudia shook her head coolly. "I see. So that's how it is," she said.

"Mistress.." pleaded Adrianna, terrified. She knew that the Mistress's laid-back attitude was an indication of something worse coming.

Claudia walked over to them. "Mr. Tarantino, I recognize and respect your position as one of Rolando Do Luca's men, but that doesn't give you the right to handle any of my maids. No matter what," she explained, and then turned to Adrianna. "The broom, Adrianna" Adrianna handed the broom to her slowly, and sheepishly, not knowing what to--

WHACK! Claudia had used the base of the broom to strike a long gash of wound across her forehead. Adrianna clutched her head in pain, screaming. The blood seeped from the forehead to drip along her hands.

"Who told you to come sweep here at this hour, wench?" asked Claudia calmly. "Answer me now, or it's the rest of your face next."

Trying to suppress her reflex of breathing hard from an injury, Adrianna answered: "Y-y-you did, Madam"

"Insolence! When was this?"

"In the early hours of the morning, you said it to be done before you awoke from sleep."

"And was that before this gentleman had arrived?"

"I - I don't know. I was working in the Inner chambers when you came to me" stuttered Adrianna. This time, Claudia used the side of the broom to strike Adrianna's calves, dropping her to the ground, and gasping in more pain.

"You want to use ignorance as an excuse? An unsightly rodent like yourself? As I thought, you continue to resemble your miserly father with every passing day"

"Ha! You mean Toscano, don't you?" asked one of the men outside. "That dejected drunk and gambling addict. Hahaha! Of all the lowlives, he truly was the most despicable."

"I heard he even used the money he got from begging for his children's school fees for a dirty cup of rum!"

"What? I never should have given him that one cent that day when he was out in the streets."

"But you also spat on him, remember?" laughed one of them.

"Oh, yeah. Hahahaha!"

Adrianna struggled to her feet. She had heard it once, she had heard it a thousand times. How her miserable father had sold their mother into prostitution, right after she was born, when his gambling debts became larger than the world, and the most recent, selling his only daughter as a maid into the Desantos family when she was only 12 years old.

"Mr Desantos must be such a charitable man. Giving shelter to such a thing" remarked Fosco.

"Not at all. The whorehouse won't allow it because she's still young, but once she turns 21, she will become a host there to pay off her father's debts quicker," explained Claudia. "Get up before your blood ruins the sand! It is more expensive than your family's lives put together." Claudia struck her back to get out. "Report to the head maid at once. I'll be down soon to discuss how many days you will spend on stable duty."

Adrianna winced. Stable duty, a work for able-bodied men; carrying and replacing huge bundles of hay, as well as cleaning the horse manure. It would be all on her head.

As Adrianna held back tears, walking out in shame, she squeezed the broomstick tighter. My father, by all accounts, was a scumbag. He doesn't deserve my sympathy. So why do I always feel so horrible when they pile up on him like that?

She went back to the room to dress, apply an ointment, and bandage her forehead. The first aid kit was frequently used by Adrianna in the summer and was continually replenished and stocked by Giorna Desantos, the eldest son of the Family; her secret lover.