Our Gorgeous Servant is a Billionaire

Prologue Inside of the majestic parlour of Ravenwood mansion, a candid conversion was taking place. "The Sinclair family is at a blink of financial ruin. You must marry one of their daughters, your name alone holds enough power to save Sinclair corporations from complete bankruptcy," Lucas Ravenwood's grandmother spoke in a pleading voice. "But I have never met any of the Sinclair daughters. What if none is kind, wise or trustworthy?" the young billionaire complained in a respectful tone, careful not to offend the woman who raised him. "Their late grandfather had a good heart. And I made him a promise that I would one day unite our two families by blood. Surely one of his granddaughters must have inherited his good genes," the old woman responded. Lucas appeared contemplative for a long moment. "Fine. I will honor your request under one condition. You will let me assume a fake identity and spend one month as a servant in the home of the Sinclair family. That way I can find out which of the four daughters inherited their grandfather's good heart," he said. His grandmother was astounded, but nodded nevertheless. * * * * * * LUCAS RAVENWOOD'S POV My shoes are already covered in dust from the long walk as we stand in front of the stern butler of Sinclair mansion, his impeccable posture and formal demeanor making it seem like he serves the gods. Obviously the Sinclairs aren't the most needy family. Their home is actually more splendid than I had imagined. That however doesn't change the fact that the Sinclair corporations are currently running on depts and still struggling with paying employees. They have been registering great losses every month for the five years. And in the next three months the companies will have completely collapsed and the family will still be drowning in debts. Because of my grandmother's demand I am here to see if any of their four daughters possesses a character that I would like to spend the rest of my life in love with. My name alone would make the richest clients want to invest in Sinclair cooperations. I also can pay their debts with ease. But I wasn't ready to marry a complete stranger. Not when I have craved a love like that of my parents since they both died in a car accident. They did not own much, but their love for each other was to die for. Grandma kept telling me incredible stories of their unconditional love for years. I missed them but knew that they weren't coming back. I had only my grandmother's love and stories of them. I could however hope for a love like theirs one day, if only I met the right person. One might perceive me as irrational to willingly assume the role of a needy servant in order to secure a suitable partner. But I could not let my hope of one day finding true love get shattered by my grandmother's quest to fulfil the promises she made to dead friends. I am now restricted to picking a wife from the four unmarried Sinclair daughters; Georgina, Aubrey, Vivian and Cynthia. I know nothing about any of them, but I am seeking to pick the best out of my limited options. Obviously I do not expect the refined women to fall in love with a servant. I only seek to know their characters. And what better way to do so than when no one thinks you're valuable. I wasn't always a filthy rich billionaire while growing up. I was not an heir to a great fortune. I served as a waiter in a restaurant during my first year in college. So acting like the needy worker isn't going to be difficult at all. That's the advantage of actually working for your own fortune. "My name is Mr. Knox and I am the man in charge of everything in Sinclair family estate. My job is to make sure that the esteemed members of Sinclair family live as comfortably and privately as they wish," the butler introduces in an authoritative tone. "I shall show you around the villa and direct you on your immediate chores. But only after you have met Mrs. Sinclair so that she can approve of your qualifications," Mr. Knox adds and gestures at us to follow him inside. My fellow servant appears bewildered by the lavishly decorated rooms and hallways with high-end furniture, plush carpets and elegant draperies as Mr. Knox leads us through the majestic foyer, up the grand staircase and down a twisting hallway. I cannot help but notice that the Sinclair family is still living an extravagant life despite being on the verge of financial devastation. There aren't many servants around though, which is strange inside of such a luxurious mansion. My grandmother offered to send them free servants as a way to help them through their financial crisis. We figured out that it would seem weird if I showed up alone so we got someone else who actually needed the job and my grandmother's chauffeur drove us most of the way. My fellow is also unaware of my true identity as I gave him a fake name as well. "Mrs. Sinclair loathes babbling losers, so only speak after she has spoken to you," Mr. Knox cautions before knocking on a white door. "I am in no mood for disturbances unless you're a child of mine!" a cold feminine voice snaps through the intercom. Mr. Knox clears his throat and straightens his coat before answering. "I do not intend to bother you, Ma'am. I only wish to inform you that the servants that Madam Katniss availed are here," he reports. "Let them in," the feminine voice responds in a calmer tone that bears excitement. Mr. Knox opens the door and we follow him into the luxuriously furnished office. Mrs. Sinclair sits behind a transparent desk with a cup of hot coffee in front of her. Even in the comfort of her home she wears an expensive, sparkling blue suit. And a golden pendant hangs from her neck. She looks up at us with an icy gaze, her contemptuous look making one feel already unqualified to serve her family. "This is all she sent?" she asks with vivid disappointment. "I thought she was actually lifting the burden of paying servants off our back. Two servants can't do enough," she mutters with a frown. She was expecting my grandmother to send them a group of free servants? I do not mean to make conclusions about her character too early but my future mother-in-law sounds quite entitled. "Both seem healthy enough to work extra hours. I will make sure this gift doesn't go to waste," Mr. Knox assures. Mrs. Sinclair nods in approval before shifting her attention back to us. "Madam Katniss sent you at the right time when most of our workers have quit. My assumption is that you are good enough to do the work of about four more servants," she states in a frigid voice. Clearly she isn't the nicest of women, but I made a promise to my grandmother but that I would give her daughters a chance to showcase their true characters. So I must stick around and serve as she asks. I have no doubt that such amount of work is nothing less than a nightmare. Hopefully one of her daughters will be worth the pain. "I can handle the work, Mrs. Sinclair," my fellow servant assures first in a determined voice. Her cold gaze narrows in on me, "What about you? I am hoping that a pretty face isn't the only qualification you got. You barely look like someone that has work a day in their life," she snorts. "I . . . uh . . ." I struggle with remembering the lie that I was supposed to tell to assure them of my qualifications. But luckily the door suddenly opens without a knock and her attention shifts to the young lady walking in. The woman wears an expensive blue dress and matching heels. The bracelets around her wrists might be worth a million dollars. Her eyes bears some resemble to those of Mrs. Sinclair. Can it be one of the daughters? "Georgina . . . you're back home early," Mrs. Sinclair remarks as the young woman regards us with a disdainful look. "I am yet to leave, mother," she answers, her eyes still studying both our faces and clothes. I made sure to dress like a needy guy to ensure that no one will suspect that I am anything more than a servant. My goal was to learn their characters, not to look impressive to them. "These are the servants that Madam Katniss sent us. They will work extra shifts to make us comfortable," her mother informs. "Have you read the rules to them?" Georgina questions in a harsh tone. "Oh. . . thank you for reminding me," Mrs. Sinclair hastily pulls out a printed document from a file on her desk and puts on her gold framed glasses to read. "I am the one that keeps the behaviour of our servants in check in this home. Allow me the pleasure," Georgina requests and her mother happily hands her the document. "You're to obey these rules to the letter. Fail to do so and I can assure you that termination will be the least of your worries," she warns, glaring at us. I raise an eyebrow because that sounds like an illegal threat. But I have to agree to serve them so that I can meet her sisters. "We have no problem with rules, Miss Sinclair," I say. "Very good," she responds with a malicious grin. "Rule number one. You shall not go near any member of Sinclair family unless you have been directed to do so," she reads. We nod our heads to indicate that we understand. "Rule number two. You must not speak publicly of anything that you witness within this mansion. Everything you see or hear shall be kept a secret. I warn that you do not underestimate the might of this family," she warns. We once again nod our heads in understanding. It is not my goal to snitch on their private affairs even though I am here to learn their true characters. "Rule number three. You shall always obey without question all orders given by the members of this family as well as by our loyal butler," Georgina reads. It is the duty of a servant to obey their employer's orders. So we both nod our heads and she sets the document down the table. "The rest of our many regulations are plastered on the walls of your servant quarters," she adds. "Now get your stinky bodies out of my mother's office!" We turn to leave, my fellow servant walking fast ahead in a hurry to escape the two women. Mr. Knox motions at us to follow him and we immediately begin the tour around the big house, starting from the elegant dining room He explains the protocols for serving meals, emphasizing on the importance of maintaining our manners and paying attention to the preferences of our masters. Next he shows us the sprawling library, lined with shelves filled with leather-bound books. The butler explains the proper way to dust the delicate volumes that seem to have never been opened by anyone. The work load already seems impossible to handle by the time he guides us towards the lavish sleeping quarters of the Sinclair family members, pointing at the door to the chambers of each family member. "Georgina hates the sight of servants around this section, so only do your cleaning when she is away and never knock on her door unless it's extremely important," Mr. Knox informs after pointing out the door to Georgina's quarters. "Caspian dislikes the presence of another male in his quarters when he is with his female guests. So never knock on his door when he is with a guest or you will end up in a hospital," he warns, pointing at the door to Caspian Sinclair's chambers. Caspian is the only son of Sinclair family. He doesn't sound like a nice person already. Not the brother-in-law I would like to have. I bet he spends a lot on his female guests than it would take to pay their company's unpaid workers. "Miss Aubrey loathes bad smells. So never show up at her door stinking of sweat. She might throw acid at your face," Mr. Knox cautions while pointing out the door to Aubrey's sleeping chambers. The door has a seductive image of a beautiful young woman plastered on it. She bears some resemblance to her sister Georgina but is a bit more beautiful. She strikes an elegant posture and wears aesthetic clothing, like an elite model. Clearly she is a woman who values her looks. I wonder if her character is nicer. "Vivian's and Cynthia's chambers are upstairs," Mr. Knox tells before carrying on to guide the way. We go around a corner and immediately spot a stylishly dressed couple engaged in a passionate kiss while standing on the curving stairwell and leaning on the rails. I do not recognise the middle-aged man, but the woman's pretty face resembles that of Miss Aubrey in the picture plastered on the door to her chambers. She kisses the man ardently. And moans with pleasure as his hands roam over her body without restraint. Guess the second daughter of Sinclair family is already taken. Mr. Knox coughs nervously, making our presence known. Miss Aubrey gently breaks the kiss and looks at us with a scornful expression. She looks even better in person than in the picture glued on her door. "Miss Aubrey," Mr. Knock slightly bows his head in greeting. "These are the servants that Madam Katniss sent. I am showing them around so they may be able to work diligently," he explains. Miss Aubrey's glare zeros in on my face and I become afraid that she recognises me. "At least they are not ugly like the stupid pigs that quit," she says. Mr. Knox glances back at me before nodding his head. "Yes, they are not ugly at all, Miss Aubrey," he responds. The man standing beside Miss Aubrey gently takes hold of her chin and turns her head so she can look at him once again. He leans in to whisper in her ear but speaks loud enough for us to hear. "Let's go back to your room, honey. I got some delightful moves I would like to show you." She smiles amiably before taking his hand. The man lustfully pats her sizeable butt as they walk past us and she giggles in delight. He must be from some very rich family for her to be so thrilled by his touch. Anyway she is taken, so there is no point in judging her character. Vivian and Cynthia are the only ones we are yet to meet. Georgina sounded quite callous but I have learned better than to judge people based on their first utterings. I will be serving them long enough to notice any good that may be hidden under her cold demeanor. We follow Mr. Knox up the staircase and he points out the doors to Vivian's and Cynthia's private chambers. "Vivian and Cynthia prefer certain servants. So only their favourite servants are allowed to walk into their room," Mr. the butler informs. "You may have a look at your servant quarters before beginning your today's work. Follow me," he says while guiding the way back. We step out of the big building through the back door and immediately spot the tiny house that stands several metres away from the well maintained backyard. Mr. Knox leads us there and uses a key to open the door. The inside looks like a boarding school dorm room. Other than the table at the centre of the room and the four beds, each set at it's own corner, there isn't another piece of furniture in sight. A printed copy of more rules that Georgina spoke about is glued on each of the four walls. I walk to the closest wall and start to read. "You're not worthy of the attention of any of the Sinclair daughters, so be warned that any flattery attempts will be met with severe punishment," I read the rule number two in the long list of regulations. "I bet only billionaires get laid by such refined and beautiful women, not losers like us," my fellow servant whispers while standing beside me. "Of course. They are way above our league," I agree even though outside of this mansion I am actually a renowned billionaire and not a servant. I am the only savior the prideful Sinclair family has got, they just don't know it yet. "You better note all those rules because breaking them will have severe consequences," the butler informs in his strict tone. We nod and continue reading the regulations. "Every member of Sinclair family will be present at dinner tonight. I expect you both to have finished all other chores by dusk and be available to serve the food and wine to them," Mr Knox states. That might be my opportunity to meet all members of the Sinclair family. I wonder if they will have an important discussion or it's just an ordinary family dinner.