One Night With My Billionaire Boss

Chapter 04

~ (Lilian's POV) ~

I don't know how long I stayed on the floor of Orlando’s room. I wasn't sure if I passed out or fell asleep, but when I came to, the moon was peeking from behind the blinds; it was evening.

I slowly got up from the floor, wincing, and limped painfully to the bathroom.

From the quiet in the house, I could tell that Orlando and his wife were not back yet.

I took a hot shower and massaged the aches I felt from Orlando's punches with a soothing balm.

I cried in quiet sobs, regretting ever giving Orlando a chance. Clearly, he was nothing but a playboy and a heartbreaker.

When I felt my body growing weak, I realized it was because I had had nothing to eat today. I decided to make a bowl of cereal.

That was when I heard the front door open.

Paris and Orlando’s laughter resounded from the living room to the kitchen. I stepped toward the kitchen doors and leaned my ear towards the door.

I could make out Paris’s voice.

“Yes, she's so stupid. Nineteen years old and she's already a slut.” Her loud, mocking laughter could be heard clearly.

“The stupid girl seduced me and I refused. It was when she threatened to set me up and tell you I was taking advantage of her that I finally succumbed.” Orlando’s words ran through me like a shock wave that had me spiralling.

For a fact, what he said wasn't true. It was all completely consensual. I never forced him into anything, and he might have deceived me, but he didn't force me into anything, either.

Fresh tears streamed from my eyes, as I cried in muffled rasps.

I heard the sound of Paris’ heels clicking as she approached the kitchen doors.

She walked in and our eyes met. Mine frightened, hers, furious.

“You!” She slapped the bowl of cereal from my hands and it crashed, spilling milk all over the marble floors.

I stared at my feet as a glass shard pierced through and blood dripped from the wound.

“You tried to steal my husband, but you should have known better. Just look at you… dirty and poor!”

“When you should be in college, achieving milestones, you're here trying to ruin a happy marriage.”

I bent my head in shame. I mean, she wasn't wrong about me. I was supposed to be in college by now, if I actually had the money to train myself.

But she was wrong about one thing, though.

“Your marriage is not a happy marriage, Paris.” I muttered, my voice shook slightly.

She looked at me, her expression one of disbelief. It quickly turned to that of anger. “What did you just say to me?”

I raised my voice a little higher this time. “What you have with Orlando is an unhappy marriage.”

Her slap stung harder than the sting of a bee. My cheeks burned with pain as my hands instinctively grazed it.

I retrieved my fingers to see bloodstains on it. Her wedding band had rough edges that tore through my skin.

Orlando walked into the kitchen at the same time she slapped me. He walked up to her and kissed her cheeks afterwards.

They both laughed in my face.

This felt like a bitter nightmare—one featuring me, the supposed love of my life and his bitchy wife.

“We've come to a unanimous decision,” Orlando’s cold voice rang out.

Paris gave a wicked smile. “Tonight, not tomorrow, you—Lilian— are moving out of my house!”

“But it's midnight!” I protested weakly.

“I don't care. Get out of my house and don't come back.”

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I wasn't always like this; you see.

I had a happy family. I was going to school and was loved and cherished by my parents until one fateful day I received the tragic news of my parents' death.

My lovely mother and father were going out on an evening stroll like they always did, happy and carefree.

Then, a drunk driver knocked them down. Before they got to the hospital, they'd breathed their last.

This left me with my toddler brother.

I had to move to my aunt's house here in Chicago with my brother. But even Aunt Kate wasn't doing well, so she agreed to take care of my brother, but couldn't afford same for me.

My best friend, Ashley, introduced me to a service that provided maids for wealthy people. I went to interview with the Steele's and that was how I started working there, with the aim of getting money to further my studies.

But what I never foresaw was that I'd fall madly in love with my billionaire boss.

And that it'd be the ruin of me.

So, here I was, in the dead of the night with my lone luggage after I was kicked out by my boss and his wife, thinking of where to go next.