FROM HIS MAID TO HIS QUEEN

chapter 4

Chapter 4

Lily's POV

"Will it make sense if people find out you were born from a prostitute and a one-night mistake? Do you think you would still be here? Do you think your friends and those who adore you would still feel the same? Your life will go back to what it truly is. I could even have them bully you."

Victoria's words hit me like a dagger to the heart. She was right. If people knew about my background, I would be doomed maybe because of the way society looks down on prostitutes.

It has been a week since I started working here. Because I am kind, respectful, and polite, people like me,even my seniors adore me. But deep down, I know everything would change if they discovered who I really am. And I can’t afford that luxury.

"Please don’t…" My voice shook.

Victoria smirked.

Later, I went to visit my mom in the hospital and brought some money. One of the Kingsley's visitors had tipped us when we served them, and I decided to give it to the nurse taking care of my mother.

"Please manage this for her treatment. Before the end of the month, I’ll find a way to bring more," I pleaded.

I told my mom about Victoria and her mother, Regina Whittemore. I never expected they would be there.

"My daughter, I want you to leave that house. Regina is a wicked woman. I cannot lose you," my mom begged.

She tried to persuade me to quit, but I couldn’t. I had to work. No matter what, I wouldn’t run away from the storm.

But then she said something that made me freeze.

"I should never have given birth to you. I should have just gone to the hospital and aborted you. Now look at all the mess you’re going through because of me."

"Mom!" I shouted.

She had said this several times before, but I never imagined she would still say it in the state she was in. I wiped the tears gathering on my eyelids and prepared to return to the Kingsley mansion to start work again.

When I got back to my room, Emma came rushing in, crying.

I was surprised. "Why are you crying? What happened? Is something wrong at home?"

"It’s the young master… he shouted at me!" she sniffled.

"You mean Sebastian shouted at you, and you started crying? Besides, isn’t he on a business trip?"

"He’s back," she whimpered. "His voice sounded like thunder. Everyone there, including the chief maid, was shocked. People said we should get used to it, but it’s terrifying!"

I couldn't believe that someone’s voice could make a person cry. Was he a god?

But then Emma wiped her tears and blushed slightly. "Still… he’s so handsome and so freaking hot!"

I opened my mouth in disbelief. "You’re still thinking about his looks after all that?"

She nodded. "But he’s too harsh. I never knew he was this terrifying. I don’t think I ever want to go near him again."

"Sorry. Amen to that," I muttered.

She suddenly perked up. "But I have a gist!"

"You still want to gossip despite being scared?" I raised a brow.

She nodded again. "Okay, so when Sebastian returned, Victoria was so happy. She rushed to greet him, but guess what? He ignored her!"

"Whoa. He’s that cold?"

"Yes, Lily! She even told him she had prepared food for him, and guess what he said?"

"What?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Sebastian asked if she was the one who cooked it because, get this,he knows she would never cook!"

"Wow, that’s so mean!"

"Very mean," Emma confirmed. "Then she said, ‘Why would I cook when there’s a chef? Besides, I can cook noodles.’"

I chuckled. "And?"

"Sebastian was like, ‘Oh? Is that food? So you eat noodles every day?’ Victoria couldn’t even respond. We all tried to hold our laughter, but I made sure I laughed!"

"That’s crazy, but I can’t blame her. She’s from a wealthy family. It’s normal for her not to know how to cook. She’s the only daughter, so she must be spoiled and treated like a queen."

Emma sighed. "Hmmm… you’re actually right."

The next day, Emma was supposed to clean Sebastian’s room in the evening, but because of the fear in her heart, I was asked to do it instead.

"Help her with this, Lily. Here’s the key to the last room in the east wing. Be quick and make sure it’s spotless," the chief maid instructed.

Sebastian’s room. I heard he wasn’t around, so I figured I was safe. Even if he was, nothing would happen… right?

I reassured myself as I walked down the hallway. When I reached his door, I didn’t even need the key when the room was open. That was strange. The strict young master would never leave his room unlocked. But maybe he forgot? I decided not to dwell on it. My job was to clean and get out.

As soon as I stepped inside, something felt off. The room wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t even like a normal bedroom. There were no clothes lying around, just a simple bed, a single shirt, and a pair of trousers. But the atmosphere was heavy, as if secrets were embedded in the very walls.

Then I saw it.

A wall of surveillance monitors flickered with live footage of different areas of the mansion. Beside them was a cluttered table filled with pill bottles, sleeping pills, painkillers… Was he struggling with something? Insomnia? Pain?

Amazed by what I saw, my cleaning brush slipped from my grasp. As I bent to pick it up, my eyes caught something beneath the table. A small cup. Inside it…drugs.

No… this can’t be what I’m thinking.

Is the young master a drug dealer? Or… is he addicted to drugs?

The smell of the room suddenly made sense. A mix of substances I couldn’t quite place. My heart pounded as my gaze shifted to another part of the room.

A door. But not just any door, it was made of glass and required both a fingerprint and facial scan to open. A secured room within his already secretive space.

I was taking hesitant steps toward it when a deep, chilling voice shattered the silence.

"Who are you?"

I stiffened. My heart pounded.

It wasn't just a fear -it was a terror. The kind you feel when you realise a predator is behind you . When you know there's no escape.

"I asked, who are you?"

I turned slowly

Sebastian stood in the doorway, his dark eyes looked onto me , burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

My throat was dry. "I… I’m Lily. A maid. I was ordered to clean this room."

His eyes darkened. "I asked again…who are you to step into my secret room?"

His voice was thick with rage, more terrifying than brewing disaster. My body trembled as realization sank in.

Secret room?

How?

I was in trouble.

No this is more than trouble