The Billionaires Contract Maid

Chapter 2

TWO WEEKS LATER.

“Tina, hurry the f**k up! You don’t want Marcus to be mad at us, AGAIN. we’re already four minutes late you know!”

Eve’s voice sliced through the cramped dressing room—sharp, as heels scattered across the floor. “And I heard Don Alonzo is in the house… hurry up, ladies!” she said, then followed it with a low chuckle. “Let’s go get this money.”

Valentina flinched, phone pressed to her ear. Cassie’s soft, worried voice was still coming through the line. Eve’s words shot through the speaker, and Valentina instinctively jerked the phone away. “Eve, I’m on the phone with my sister...” she whispered under her breath.

“Oh s**t,” Eve froze, her eyes wide, then grimaced. “My bad…” She turned back to the mirror, checking her reflection as if trying to figure out if there was something still missing.

"Girl, your sister is gonna get us all in trouble” Ruth added from across the room, lacing her thigh-high boots like she was going to war or something.

“Shhhh, give me a second,” Valentina whispered, turning her back to the other girls. She took a breath, forcing her voice soft. “Cassie, baby… big sister’s busy right now. I have a few patients I need to attend to. I’ll call you back later, okay?” she lied gently.

“You always say that, but you never call,” Cassie argued. Valentina closed her eyes. That guilt always hit like knife every time Cassie say that. “I promise I will. I just need to hang up now before I get sacked, okay? You don’t want sister to lose her job, do you?”

A tiny sigh followed. “No…”

“Good girl. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Promise?” Cassie echoed over the phone.

“Urgh, Cassie…” Valentina pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yes, I promise. I swear. Now can I go?." A reluctant silence followed. Valentina hung up before Cassie could stall her again. She turned back, exhaling shakily.

“Finally,” Eve groaned. “Geez Tina, your sister is a pain in the ass."

"Hold up, you told her you were a nurse?" Ruth added.

"Girl, she keeps talking about wanting to visit me, I had to come up with something..."

"You know Marcus is gonna be furious when he notices we’re not on that stage, right?” Eve swiped another glossy coat of lip gloss across her mouth.

“f**k Marcus,” Valentina muttered, adjusting the straps of her black lace top. “That bogus...”

“f**k Marcus?" The voice cut through the room like a blade wrapped in honey.

Every girl froze instantly. Madame Gloria stood by the doorway, leaning against the frame with a slow, predatory smirk. The rings on her fingers glinted under the neon lights. Gloria wasn’t just a staff—she was one of the backbones of Calvin’s empire, the woman who trained the girls, protected Calvin’s secrets, and broke any girl who dared step outta line. She was also one of Marcus’s most trusted women—feared, respected, and obeyed without question.

Valentina’s heart dropped to her stomach. “Madame Gloria… it’s uhmm, it’s not what you think,” Valentina stammered.

Gloria c****d her head. “No? Because I heard you clear as day.”

In the far corner, Viper—the snake in red heels and the boss’s favorite pet let out a low, amused laugh. “This b***h has the most to say about Marcus... but the moment someone checks her? it's crickets. How you got a big mouth and no spine, Tina?”

Valentina’s jaw tightened in annoyance. She hated every piece of Viper—her grating voice, her cheap perfume, even the way she breathed. Everything about her made Valentina’s skin crawl. “Shut the f**k up, Viper. This is none of your god damn business.”

That did it. Gloria pushed off the doorframe and stalked toward her, heels clicking like gunshots. Ruth and Eve slipped aside instantly—smart enough to avoid getting caught in Gloria’s wrath. Before Valentina could blink, Gloria’s palm cracked across her cheek with venomous force.

The slap echoed. She staggered, catching herself on the vanity table. Her cheek burned like fire. Gloria leaned in, voice low and lethal. “No, sweetheart. You shut the f**k up. I’ve got my eyes on you. You think you’re slick? I’ll show you exactly who runs this bitch.” Her gaze swept over all the girls one by one, like a general assessing her army. “Now get the f**k out there and make me my money.”

No one breathed. No one blinked. Chaos broke loose. Heels, bras, glitter, perfume. A rush of movement as the girls scrambled to line up backstage. The muffled bass of the club pulsed through the walls like a giant heartbeat. Calvin’s headquarters and nightclub were separately built underground, buried beneath luxury offices where contracts were signed by day and sins were sold by night.

“Let’s go,” Eve whispered, grabbing Valentina’s wrist and dragging her toward the hallway. Valentina touched her cheek. The sting grounded her—a reminder of exactly where she stood. A pawn in a world where loyalty was a currency, disrespect was a death note, and Don Calvin ruled it all with silent cruelty.

They moved down the narrow corridor that led to the main club floor. The air changed, bass vibrating through the walls, lights dimming into seductive blues and reds, the smell of sweat, liquor, lust, and danger braided together.

“Tina, don’t pick fights with Gloria...” Eve muttered as they reached the backstage barricade. “She’s not just Marcus’s partner... she’s Calvin’s watchdog. You know that.”

“I didn’t pick a fight with anyone,” Valentina whispered, pulling her long dark hair into a high ponytail. “That b***h Viper… I hate her so damn much. God knows what I’d do to her if someone handed me a gun.”

“Me too…” Eve muttered, her eyes darkening. “That girl’s been begging for a bullet. Viper thinks she’s untouchable. One day someone’s gonna shut her up for good.”

"And that someone gotta be me." Valentina murmured as she stared through a slit in the curtain.

The club was alive. Men in tailored suits. Women in glittering outfits. Mafia lieutenants lounging in private booths. Marcus himself stood near the bar, icy and rigid, speaking to two bodyguards. She’d heard Don Calvin was in the house, but she couldn’t spot him in the crowd or anywhere else. Maybe he's getting his d**k sucked in his den.

Valentina’s pulse quickened. This was the world she’d been forced into—the world she’d sworn she’d escape one day. But not tonight. Tonight she danced because she had no other choice. She felt Eve’s hand graze hers gently.

“You good?” Eve whispered. Valentina nodded once, a lie coated in glitter. “Let’s do this.” she breathed. The curtain lifted as the girls stepped into the spotlight. As Valentina tried to give one of the security guards her phone, it began to ring.