Todos los capítulos de MOMMY FOR HIRE: BREAKING THE CEO'S WALL [ ENGLISH ] : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

When Charlene finally calmed down, she left her room. The servants stared at her as they whispered among themselves about what had happened earlier.“Poor girl.”“I knew it would end up like this.”“How long do you think she’ll last?”Those were only a few of the words she heard as she walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. There, she found Manang Dores with a few other maids preparing lunch.“How are you, Charlene? Are you feeling better?” Manang Dores asked as she handed her a glass of water. Charlene drank it and forced a small smile.“Oh, and this… I’m sorry, this is all I managed to save from your things,” the old woman added, pulling out a small handkerchief from her pocket.Charlene let out a quiet breath of relief when she saw that it hadn’t burned. It was the handkerchief Enan had given her. She smiled gratefully as she took it from Manang Dores.It was one of the few things she treasured most—now the only thing Enan had ever left with her.“What are you cooking?” she as

When Charlene entered her room, she let out an irritated breath. She was still carrying the clothes and items they had bought earlier. She placed everything on her bed, then stood in front of the full-body mirror beside it. Annoyed, she rubbed at the ketchup stain on her shorts.“Ugh! Why won’t this come off?” she muttered. She grabbed a clean pair of shorts from the shopping bags and headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later, someone knocked on her door.“Open up.” The cold, commanding voice was instantly recognizable—it was Kerill. Charlene opened the door, but before she could say anything, he threw something at her.“A napkin?” she murmured, then frowned. “It’s for your… uh…” Kerill didn’t finish his sentence. Charlene blinked, then remembered what she had said earlier. “But I’m not really—”“Shut up and take it. I’m busy,” he cut her off before turning away and walking down the hallway. Charlene blinked several times, stunned that he actually believed her lie. “That guy is craz

Charlene’s eyes slowly opened. At first, everything was white. A white ceiling. White lights. White curtains gently swaying in the cold air from the air conditioner. A soft machine beeped beside her, steady and rhythmic, reminding her that she was awake, that she was still alive. But when she tried to breathe deeply, her chest felt painfully heavy, as if something was pressing down on it.“Ma’am… she’s awake.”Charlene winced slightly at the nurse’s voice. She turned her head slowly, forcing air into her lungs. “W-what…” Her throat was dry and rough. “What happened?”“You had a panic attack,” the nurse said gently. “You lost consciousness.”The memory rushed back to her—the dark room, the door slamming shut, the suffocating lack of air, the voices that felt like they were closing in on her. Her trauma. Her heart began to pound as if she were still trapped there.“Try not to move too much,” the nurse added. “Your heart rate is still unstable.”She struggled to calm herself before turni

She stood outside the school, gripping an umbrella that had long ceased to shield her. Rain plastered her hair to her face, and the sudden chill wrapped around her like a second skin, stubborn and unyielding. She had been waiting for the children for what felt like hours, wanting—hoping—to be the one to meet them. But dusk was falling, and still, no one emerged. The rain hammered down, relentless and sharp.“Where… are you?” she murmured to herself, stepping toward a larger shelter, but every covered area was already swarming with students and teachers fleeing the storm. She had no choice but to return to her original spot, soaked through and shivering, staring blankly at the wet street. Fear and frustration tangled in her chest—cold, wet, powerless. Even the umbrella did nothing now.Then a car appeared in the lot. Black. Large. Silent. She looked up, startled. And there he was—Kerill—standing by the door, jacketed and straight-backed, quiet yet radiating an intensity that made it fe

She woke before dawn, despite barely sleeping.It wasn’t noise that pulled her from rest, but a familiar heaviness—something pressing against her chest, making it hard to breathe. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the suitcase near her feet. It stood open, expectant, as if it had been waiting for her to wake up.Again.She wasn’t surprised anymore.The house was silent. Unnaturally so for a morning when children should have been moving about.She stood and began packing.There was no rush in her movements, no hesitation either. Her hands worked as if they had done this before. Clothes. A few personal belongings. Each item dropped into the suitcase carried the same unspoken thought: Is this really it?A faint sound came from the doorway.Her hands paused, though she didn’t turn right away.“Charlene.”Lily’s voice.When she finally looked back, the child was standing by the door, fingers curled around the frame. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t smiling. She simply stood there,