Todos los capítulos de One Night with My Maid : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The iron gates of the Villareal Mansion looked like the bars of a golden cage. Standing by the grand entrance, Elena Cruz tightly gripped the strap of her worn-out duffel bag. Her chest tightened as she looked up at the massive, modern estate. She didn't want to be here, but with her mother’s soaring hospital bills and the endless threats from debt collectors, she had no choice. She needed this job. "Sumunod ka sa akin, Elena. Huwag kang pakalat-kalat dahil ayaw Mr. Zachary na may nakaharang sa dinadaanan niya," sternly ordered Manang Josie, the head housekeeper, as she led Elena through the grand marble hallways. "Opo, Manang," Elena replied softly. Her voice was gentle, her demeanor completely modest. She was wearing a simple, faded t-shirt and jeans, her long, dark hair tied into a neat ponytail. She didn't wear a single drop of makeup, but her natural, effortless beauty was impossible to hide. Her smooth, porcelain skin and the soft, innocent curve of her lips always drew atten

Third Person POV The next two weeks inside the Villareal Mansion became a quiet, torturous game of cat and mouse. Elena tried her absolute best to blend into the shadows, but no matter where she went, she could feel Zachary’s piercing, heavy gaze burning into her skin. Whether she was serving breakfast in the grand dining hall or polishing the antique vases in the living room, he was always there—watching. He didn't speak much, but the sheer intensity of his presence was enough to leave Elena completely breathless and flustered. "Elena, pakihatid naman itong bagong selyadong envelope sa kwarto ni Sir Zachary," utos ni Manang Josie isang gabi habang nag-aayos sila sa kusina. "Kararating lang galing sa kumpanya. Importante yata." "O-Opo, Manang," sagot ni Elena, kahit agad na kumaba ang dibdib niya. Iniiwasan niya hangga't maaari ang private quarters ng bilyonaryo, lalo na kapag ganitong gabi na. Pero wala siyang magagawa. Bitbit ang envelope, dahan-dahan siyang umakyat sa grand st

The grand mahogany doors of the Villareal Mansion slammed open past midnight, and Zachary stumbled into the foyer, completely soaked from the violent thunderstorm outside. His jacket was gone, his tie was ripped open, and his face was flushed with corporate rage and heavy whiskey. "Sir Zachary..." Elena whispered, stepping forward to help. "Just... take me to my room, Elena," he growled. Supporting his heavy, muscular frame, Elena guided him up the grand staircase and into the dark master bedroom. She assisted him onto the edge of the king-sized bed and quickly returned with a basin of warm water. But as she gently pressed a wet cloth against his jawline, Zachary’s dark eyes snapped open. His calloused hand shot out like lightning, gripping her wrist with a bruising force that sent the basin clattering to the floor. "Zachary... Sir," Elena gasped, hovering mere inches away from his face. "Pinupunasan ko lang po kayo." "Stop," Zachary growled, pulling her down until her chest brus

The rain outside hammered against the glass balcony doors like a frantic heartbeat, but inside the master bedroom, the atmosphere was thick, suffocating, and dripping with an untamed, carnal tension. Elena was completely trapped beneath Zachary’s towering frame, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the hard reality of his weight pressed her deep into the expensive silk sheets. Every touch of his burning skin against her bare body felt like an electric shock, melting away her remaining defenses. "Zachary..." she whimpered, her voice a breathless plea that was instantly swallowed by his mouth. Zachary didn't let her speak. He captured her lips again, his kiss no longer just demanding—it was savage, deep, and utterly insatiable. His tongue moved with a dominant rhythm that made Elena’s head spin, driving her into a state of chaotic sensory overload. The bitter, intoxicating taste of whiskey on his breath seemed to drug her senses, turning her initial fear int

Rinig na rinig ang mabibigat na paghinga nilang dalawa sa loob ng master bedroom habang dahan-dahang tumitila ang bagyo sa labas. Nakahiga lang si Elena sa gilid ng malaking kama, pagod na pagod, nanghihina, at nanginginig pa rin ang buong katawan mula sa tindi ng mga pangyayari kanina. Nanlalabo ang mga mata niya habang nakatitig sa kisame, sinusubukang pakalmahin ang mabilis na tibok ng kanyang puso. Nang lumingon siya sa gilid, nakita niya sa sahig ang nagkalat na butones at wasak niyang uniporme bilang katulong—isang masakit at permanenteng paalala na ang dignidad na iniingatan niya ay tuluyan nang naglaho kapalit ng pera. Inayos ni Zachary ang pagkakatayo niya sa tabi ng kama habang dahan-dahang pinupunasan ang kanyang labi gamit ang likod ng kamay. Ang wild at madilim na pagnanasa sa mga mata niya kanina ay biglang napawi, at mabilis itong pinalitan ng seryoso, matigas, at malamig na tingin. Wala na ang lalaking tila nabaliw sa tawag ng laman; ang kaharap na ulit ni