His Housemaid, Her Vengeance

Chapter Four

Georgiana’s POV

I wasn’t sure what I expected when I got to the address Dad sent me—but I definitely wasn’t ready for this.

The black iron gates stretched wide as the security guard waved me through, and I swear my jaw nearly hit the floor. A long, winding driveway unfolded ahead, flanked by towering hedges and neat rows of colorful flowers that looked like they were handpicked by a team of gardeners. Even the gravel crunched softly under my shoes, like it had manners. It felt like walking into a whole new world—one I’d only ever seen in movies.

The house at the end of the drive wasn’t just big—it was massive. More like a mansion than a house, and more like a modern castle than anything else. The exterior was white marble, clean and polished, with tall black windows that reflected the sky like mirrors. A row of grand columns stood tall at the entrance, giving the place an almost intimidating air, like it was daring me to walk in.

It was the kind of home you only saw on magazine covers. The kind that whispered, you don’t belong here, before you even touched the doorknob.

The whole place screamed of money and silence .

My heart thudded as I climbed the steps, reaching for the shiny brass handle. I hesitated for a while , took a breath, and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

A woman in a crisp black uniform answered the door with a warm smile “ Miss Rivers?”

“Yes” I answered

“I’m Mavis. Welcome. Mr Blackwell is expecting you.”

She led me through the entryway, and I felt like I had walked into a five star hotel. The interior was heavenly. Looking down at my sandals , I felt out of place in this place. The floors were so polished, I swear I could see my reflection. The walls were decorated with elegant artworks that felt like were from a museum.

Each step echoed.

We got to the waiting room and oh my my; a tap on my shoulders from Mavis snapped me out of my thought. “ Mr Blackwell will be here shortly” she smiled and walked away.

And then I heard it.

Footsteps. Steady, unhurried, calculative, deliberate.

And there he was.

Michael Blackwell.

And God help me- he was beautiful. He had gorgeous brown eyes that felt like it was pulling me into an endless abyss.

Tall, sharp, and commanding without even trying. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a luxury cologne advert—tailored black suit, rich brown skin glowing under the hallway light, his hair was cut short , and neat that looked perfectly styled without looking like he tried too hard. His jawline was ridiculous. His lips were full but pressed into a straight, unreadable line, and his eyes—dark and deep—met mine like he was already analyzing everything about me.

I suddenly became hyper-aware of my simple flowery sun dress, the slight sheen of sweat on my back, and the fact that I was definitely not ready for this moment.

“Georgiana Rivers?” he asked, his voice smooth and deep but not warm. It wasn’t cold either—just unreadable. Like he’d met a hundred people today and didn’t plan on remembering any of them.

I nodded. “Yes.”

He stepped aside without another word. No smile. No welcome. Just a gesture that said, Come on and don’t waste my time.

I followed him silently down a long hallway. His steps were quick, confident. He didn’t bother with small talk or introductions. Just walked like he was used to being followed.

He finally stopped in front of a large door and opened it, revealing a study. It looked like something from an old-money library—dark wood shelves, floor-to-ceiling books, and a massive desk at the center that probably cost more than everything in my old apartment combined. Everything was organized to perfection.

“This is where you’ll start. Keep everything in order. No exceptions,” he said, still not looking at me directly.

I managed a small nod. “Okay.”

“ Your room is down the hall. You’ll be shown around later. We value discretion and privacy here. Privacy is non-negotiable.”

His words were clipped and formal. Not nice but not friendly either.

I nodded. “Understood.”

He looked at Mavis. “ Show her to her room and explain things to her”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out, the door closing with a soft but solid click.

I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and followed Mavis down the long hallway that was almost too grand for real life. We stopped at the front of a door. “ This will be your room,” she said with a soft smile.

I stepped inside and blinked.

It was…… spacious. Elegant. Nothing like a servant’s quarter. A large bed sat in the center with white sheets and gold accents. A desk stood by the window and pale curtains framed the garden view.

Mavis placed my suitcase by the closet and turned to me with a kind expression. “ I’m the chef here so feel comfortable to ask me if you need any help”

“Oh,” I said, slightly startled. “It’s nice to meet you.”

She chuckled softly. “Don’t look so surprised. Not everyone here bites. Breakfast is at seven, lunch at noon, and dinner at six. But if you ever need something extra, you come find me. I’ll make sure you don’t starve.”

I smiled, a little tension melting from my shoulders. “Thank you.”

She paused in the doorway. “Just remember—Mr. Blackwell’s house runs on rules. Stick to them, and you’ll be just fine.”

I nodded. “I will.”

She gave me one last smile and left, closing the door behind her.

I dropped my suitcase on the bed and sat beside it, letting the silence sink in. My heart was still racing.

So this was it. My new job. My new reality.

And Michael Blackwell?

He was… intense. Every part of him screamed control. Discipline. Distance.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t ask about my journey. Didn’t even offer me water. But somehow, that only made him more intriguing .

I moved to the window and drew the curtain slightly, staring out at the vast garden below. The wind rustled the leaves. Everything looked calm, almost serene.

But deep down, I knew nothing about this place would be simple.

Not the house.

Not the job.

And definitely not the man who owned it.

I inhaled slowly and turned away from the window. For now, all I could do was unpack… and brace myself for whatever tomorrow would bring..