In love with the Billionaire's Son

Chapter 5

Everything felt surreal to steffan. It wasn't long ago that his girlfriend had walked out on him, leaving him now heartbroken.

But now, this beautiful and kind hearted young woman, Laura, had suddenly appeared in his life as their new house maid. It felt like fate had brought her to him, a blessing in disguise.

Steffan's brother Franklin couldn't tear his eyes away from the maids' Captivating presence. His gaze Lin on her, fueled by a desire to claim her as his own.

He was determined to seduce her, stranded to find the right approach. Unbeknownst to him, the maids' feelings were directed elsewhere towards Steffan, whose kind heart and gentle nature had begun to win her over.

The kiss they shared still lingered in her mind even though steffan had been intoxicated at the time. To her, it felt like a kiss from an angel and she secretly yearned for more.However she never mentioned it to him after that night.

On a sunny morning, Steffan received an unexpected call from the agency.

They informed him that following their meeting a few days prior, they had been impressed by his insightful presentation and analysis.

As a result, they had deposited 70 billion into his account to support the launch of his own business. The agency praised Steffan, explaining that several companies had utilized his statics and experienced rapid growth.

They encouraged him to continue his exceptional work, hinting that even greater opportunities were on the horizon.

Overwhelmed with joy, Steffan rushed to share the news with his father and brother. He found them in the living room and eagerly announced his good fortune.

Mr santos was beaming with delight, thrilled by his son's success

However Franklin's was starkly different.

His face darkened and became enraged with aggressive strides as he stormed out of the sitting room, slamming the door to his room behind him.

Franklin burst into his room, ravaging everything in sight. He overturned furniture, shattered objects and zibbed apart. exhausted, he collapsed on to the bed attempting to calm the tempest raging within.

But as he sat there, his kind began to spiral downward.”Why? wasn't I good enough? He muttered to himself.

“Didn't I make a good presentation? Why did it have to be my brother? His voice lost in anguish as he hurled accusations at himself.

In a fit of Rage, Franklin seized the framed picture of himself and Steffan,taken years ago. With a vicious snap, he broke the frame, shattering the glass and tearing the photograph.

“I'll make his life miserable”, he snarled, vowing that he would pay for this

Steffan couldn't help but feel a pan of sympathy for his brother, knowing that Franklin had also delivered a strong presentation.

However, his empathy was short-lived as he reflected on the complicated past. Steffan realized that Franklin's behavior was nothing new, his brother had always been envious of his accomplishments and possessions.

It dawned on Steffan that Franklin's resentment stemmed from his own desires.

His brother had grown increasingly jealous as Steffan showed interest in the maid and now, his achievement with the agency had become the latest source of contention.

Steffan struggled to comprehend why his brother couldn't be content with his own successes, instead converting everything Steffan had.

The situation left Steffan perplexed, wondering why one person would crave everything for themselves,yet never find satisfaction.

Steffan's contemplation was interrupted by the maid, who gently asked if there were any tasks he needed her to attend to. He turned to face her, but his mind went blank and he stuttered, unsure of how to respond.

For a moment, they stood there, locked in an awkward silence. Then steffan finally managed to stammer out a request.”A-arrange my bed please.

The maid nodded hastily and hurried off to complete the task; leaving Steffan to his thoughts once again.

Steffan's gaze lingered on the maid as she disappeared into his bedroom.

He was still lost in thought when Mrs Jones entered the room, asking what he'd like to eat. Steffan's response was distant, “just any snacks please.”

Mrs Jones noticed Steffan's distraction and her eyes narrowed slightly.

She didn't miss the fact that the maid was the cause of his preoccupation.

It bothered her to see steffan, usually so attentive and helpful now seemingly captivated by the new maid's presence.

Steffan hastily exited the house and headed to the luxury car dealership. As he arrives, he unexpectedly bumped into his ex, who looked surprised to see him.”Hello steffan, how are you?, She asked

Steffan kept his response brief,”I'm fine. He didn't want to engage in a lengthy conversation.

He quickly called out to the car salesman, indicating that he was interested in purchasing a vehicle.

His ex stood there, wondering if steffan was planning to use his father's money to buy the car. She had always belittled him, assuming he relied on his father's wealth.

What she didn't know was that Steffan had earned his own money.

With utmost elegance, steffan transferred a substantial amount and finalised the purchase.

The car was expensive and flashy. He slipped into the driver's seat, waved goodbye to his ex and drove off, leaving her bewildered.

As steffan pulled into the house, his brother caught sight of the new car. Instead of offering congratulations, Franklin's face contorted with greed, envy and hate.

Meanwhile, the maid and others gathered around, offering warm congratulations and wishes to steffan on his new purchase

Mr Santos emerged from the house, beaming with pride and joy. He was overwhelmed by steffan's great achievement and prayed for even more success to come his way.

For the first time, his father hoped that this was just the beginning of his success.

As everyone rejoiced and congratulated Steffan, they all headed inside to celebrate with champagne glasses in hand, they toasted to steffans success, basking in the warmth of his achievement.

Elated by his good fortune, Steffan decided to host a party the following day and invited everyone. The maid and the chef took charge, organizing an extraordinary celebration.

However, Franklin had other plans, he informed the household staff that they were all invited to the party to celebrate with him on his success.

While all this was going on, Franklin remained in his room domicile and not concerned about anything that was going on, he preferred being there not to pour out his ravaging anger on anybody.

The next day at dawn, loud intensifying music played in the Santos mansion as guests came into the house in their number, all dressed up for the party.

Franklin's friends came in exchanging handshakes and there the party began. There was a lot of drinking, eating and dancing, joy buzzled the air making the evening feel just too perfect for a party.

As the party was still kicking off, Franklin was having a nice time with his friends, when the maid showed up looking mesmerizing and beautiful. Franklin's friends couldn't stop fixing their eyes on her.

“Yoo men, who's that fine cheek over there? Andrew asked

Franklin, not wanting to answer, kept mute for a second.