Twisted Fate

Chapter 1: Samantha Murphy, as long as you stay with that man for tonight, your mom’s medical bills will be taken care of.” Outside the presidential suite, Samantha’s lips were sealed tight. She was a maid to the Collins family, and due to her resemblance to Vanessa , the daughter of the Collins family, she suffered so much humiliation from her. But this time, she was asked to spend the night with a man! However, thinking of her hospitalized mother, she finally nodded, “Alright, I’ll do it.” Samantha pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, filled with the heavy smell of alcohol and a man’s heavy breathing. She fumbled her way to the bed, only to be yanked down before she could utter a word, losing control and falling onto the bed. A hot body pressed against hers. On instinct, she screamed, “No…” “I’ll take responsibility.” The man’s voice was deep, and at the same time, his lips found her cheek. Samantha stopped resisting, remembering Vanessa’s instructions. Closing her eyes, she bore everything with tears and humiliation, biting her lip. Late into the night. Samantha slowly sat up, picking up her scattered clothes to put them on. She collected all the scattered items into her bag, not noticing that a glittering necklace was also picked up. She clenched her teeth and cast one last glimpse at the man on the bed. His shirt slid down to his waist, exposing a powerful upper torso and a lovely face above. Without hesitation, she quickly left the room. Vanessa, all dolled up, was waiting for her at the end of the corridor. “Ms. Collins, I did what you asked. The money you promised…” Samantha bit her lip, clutching her shirt tight. Vanessa glanced at her with disgust, her gaze falling on a mark on Allison’s neck, increasing her repulsion. This night should have been hers, but Vanessa had already had her first time! Vanessa pulled out a bank card from her bag and tossed it to her. “Don’t you dare breathe a word of this, or I’ll make you pay!” Samantha nodded in silence, the bruises on her body aching like fire. She wouldn’t say a word, nor did she want anyone to know. Satisfied, Vanessa walked away, eager to enter the room. In the morning. Clayton opened his eyes. Just as he sat up, the woman beside him moaned. He looked over. Rubbing her eyes, Vanessa quickly pulled the covers tighter, staring at the man in front of her, panicked. “What happened?” Clayton glanced at her, “About last night, I’m sorry. I’ve arranged for a driver to take you home. I owe you an explanation.” Vanessa blushed. Seeing his indifferent attitude, she felt nervous and shyly lowered her head, “Alright.” With that, she stopped avoiding him, lifted the covers, got up, and started to get dressed. Unintentionally,Clayton caught a glimpse of her back and noticed that she had a burn–like scar on her shoulder. With just one glance,Clayton shifted his gaze. After Vanessa left, he took out his phone and dialed his assistant, “Find out what happened last night!” The person who found his hotel and drugged him wouldn’t get away with it! However, as he was ready to leave after taking a shower, he noticed his always–present necklace was missing. That agate necklace was a gift from his mother when he was a child, with the Ferguson family emblem engraved on it. Could it have been with that girl earlier? After leaving the hotel,Samantha’s first stop was the hospital to pay off her overdue medical bills. Next, she returned to the tiny house behind Ms. Collins’s mansion. That was her home, hidden away in the shadows being overshadowed by the grand villa in front. Her father, Atley, had been the Collins family’s chauffeur, and her mother, Louisa, had been their maid. After Atley’s death, she and her mother moved into this old shabby house. “Samantha !” Issac called out sharply as she passed by the mansion, “Where were you this morning? Hurry up and help prepare the food!” In the Collins household, Samantha was treated like a lowly maid, someone anyone could boss around. Samantha mumbled an affirmation and headed towards the kitchen. Issac scrutinized her face, frowning. “Why aren’t you wearing a mask? Trying to piss off the Missus on purpose, are you?” Because Samantha and Vanessa looked so alike, Vanessa had made a rule that Samantha had to wear a mask whenever she was in the house. If she showed her face, she’d get a beating. Samantha quickly took out a mask from her pocket and put it on. It hid half her face, leaving only her bright eyes visible. The housekeeper gave her a sharp look but only left after seeing her hard at work. Outside, a luxury car was parked in front of the Collins’s. A man in a high–end grey suit stepped out. His badge glittered under the sunlight, and he was tall, handsome, and charming. Seeing the man, the housekeeper was quick to greet him excitedly. “Mr. Furguson , what brings you here?” This was Clayton, the most famous tycoon in Northfield. As she spoke, Issac respectfully ushered Clayton into the house, instructing the other servants to “Get Ms. Collins and prepare some coffee!” In the living room, Clayton sat on the sofa, legs crossed, his presence making everyone else feel the pressure. Samantha , carrying the coffee, walked up to him, carefully placing the coffee on the table. As she unintentionally lifted her head, she saw Clayton’s face, and she froze. It was him! The memory of him kissing her last night suddenly flooded her mind. She could still feel the pain in her body. She could almost hear his deep voice, “I will take responsibility!” Samantha panicked, her hands trembling. Some of the coffee splashed out, some of it landing on the man’s trousers. Clayton looked at this clumsy maid, who was wearing a thick mask, a white shirt, and jeans, and had a frail figure. Although she was just a maid, he found her strangely familiar. “Samantha, what’s wrong with you!” Issac scolded coldly, then quickly apologized to Clayton, “I’m sorry, Mr. Furguson , she’s new here. I’ll make sure to discipline her.” Clayton’s hot gaze fixed on Allison, making the spots where he had kissed her burn. She lowered her head, her slender shoulders trembling slightly, ignoring the pain from the hot coffee that had splashed on her hand. Clayton didn’t say a word. He just gave Samantha an indifferent glance. Good at reading people’s emotions, Issac immediately said, “Samantha, thank Mr. Ferguson for his tolerance!” “Thank you…thank you, Mr. Ferguson !” Samantha muttered softly. Bending over,she quickly took a napkin from the table and began to wipe the coffee stains on the man’s trousers. After cleaning up, Samantha let out a long sigh of relief, picked up the tray and prepared to leave. With her movement, a familiar scent of cherry blossoms filled the room, reminding Clayton of the scent on “Vanessa” that night. Clayton’s eyes narrowed, “Stop!” Will he recognize her ? What will Samanth do? To know more please read the novel …. To Be continued……