A NIGHT WITH MY MAID'S DAUGHTER

A NIGHT WITH THE MAID’S DAUGHTER CHAPTER ONE The Girl Who Was Never Meant to Enter His World The rain had been falling over London since midnight. By six in the morning, the windows of Whitmore House were covered in tiny drops of water, turning the gardens beyond them into a blurred painting of silver and green. The mansion stood proudly at the end of a long private road in Surrey, surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges, ancient oak trees, and gardens that seemed too beautiful to belong to ordinary people. It was the kind of house people dreamed of living in. But for twenty-two-year-old Amelia Bennett, it was simply the place where she worked. Amelia stood in the enormous kitchen, tying her dark hair into a neat bun as she prepared breakfast. She had been working at Whitmore House for almost three years. Her mother, Margaret Bennett, had worked there even longer. Unlike many wealthy families, the Whitmores had never treated Margaret badly. At least, not in the beginning. Margaret was the head housekeeper, and Amelia had been brought into the household after finishing school when her mother needed help. Mrs. Victoria Whitmore, the elegant and intimidating woman who ruled the household, had always been polite to them. Sometimes, even kind. That was why Amelia trusted her. And that trust would eventually become the greatest mistake of her life. "Amelia." She turned. Her mother stood at the kitchen doorway. "Good morning, Mum." Margaret smiled faintly. "You're up early." "I couldn't sleep." "Again?" Amelia shrugged. "I had too much on my mind." Margaret walked over and touched her daughter's forehead. "You've been worrying too much lately." "I'm fine." "You always say that." Amelia smiled. Before Margaret could say anything else, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Both women turned. A tall man entered the kitchen. Amelia's hands immediately stopped moving. James Whitmore. The only son of Victoria Whitmore. The future owner of everything Amelia could see. He was twenty-eight, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark brown hair that was usually slightly messy despite his expensive appearance. His grey eyes carried the kind of confidence that came from growing up knowing the world would make room for him. But there was something different about James that Amelia had noticed long ago. He was never arrogant with the staff. He always said thank you. He remembered people's names. And whenever he looked at Amelia... She felt something she couldn't explain. "Morning," James said. Margaret smiled. "Good morning, Mr. Whitmore." James frowned. "How many times have I told you to call me James?" Margaret laughed softly. "Old habits." His eyes moved toward Amelia. "And you?" Amelia swallowed. "Good morning, James." A small smile appeared on his lips. "Much better." Her heart skipped. She quickly turned back to the stove. James watched her for a moment longer. He had been doing that a lot lately. Watching her. He didn't know when it started. Maybe it was the first time he saw her sitting alone in the garden with a book. Maybe it was the evening she defended one of the younger housemaids after his mother accused the girl of breaking a vase. Or perhaps it was the day James returned home unexpectedly and found Amelia dancing alone in the kitchen while listening to music through her earphones. Whatever the reason, something had changed. He no longer saw Amelia as simply Margaret's daughter. He saw her as a woman. And that frightened him. "James?" His mother's voice came from behind him. His expression immediately changed. Victoria Whitmore entered the kitchen wearing a cream silk dressing gown, her blonde hair perfectly styled despite the early hour. She looked at her son. "Your father wants to see you before you leave." James nodded. "All right." Victoria's eyes briefly moved to Amelia. There was nothing unusual in her expression. Not yet. "Breakfast in twenty minutes," she said. Then she left. James sighed. "I'd better go." He looked back at Amelia with a smile in his face and left. "Amelia?" her mom called her name "Yes mummy" "I don't like the way James stares at you these days" "mum what's wrong ?" "His looks are suspicious seems like his falling for you" "Mum, how can he fall for me, of all the ladies out there, am not even up to his class " "just be careful Amelia I don't want troubles and hurry up with the breakfast " "Yes mum" Amelia hurriedly prepared breakfast and served it at the dining.