บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Daddy and Son’s Nun Maid: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

IRISThe heavy iron gates of St. Luke’s Orphanage screeched as they swung open. For twenty years, that sound meant someone else was leaving. Today, it was for me.I clutched my small canvas bag against my chest, the fabric rough against my palms. Inside were three plain dresses, two pairs of worn shoes, and a Bible with a frayed spine. That was the sum of my life so far. Everything I knew about the world outside these stone walls came from censored reading comprehension texts and grainy, approved Christian movies. The world was a vast, terrifying canvas I had only ever viewed through a keyhole."Iris."The Reverend Mother’s voice was like winter frost. I turned, lowering my gaze out of habit. She stood on the gravel path, her posture crisp and spotless. She didn’t offer a hug—we didn’t do that here—but she extended a pale, wrinkled hand holding a crisp white envelope."Your job acceptance letter. And the address of the estate," she said, her eyes tracking my every blink. "You are ente

ELII swore under my breath as the new girl practically fled the dining room. I had to shift my weight in my chair, trying to adjust myself for the second time that morning without my mother or wife noticing. It was pathetic. I was Eli Hawthorne. I didn't get flustered, and I certainly didn't lose control of my own body over a servant.But what the fuck was wrong with me? I was sitting here lusting after a twenty-year-old girl. Except there was absolutely nothing young about that body. The tight blue fabric of that cheap uniform was straining against her hips, and those long, smooth legs stretching out from under that short hemline were pure temptation.The biggest joke of all was that this exact body had been locked away in some strict church orphanage, wrapped up in holy teachings and saint behavior. A saint. I scoffed internally. I couldn't remember the last time a woman had aroused me this intensely without even trying. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I had seen a pai

IRISA loud, aggressive banging on the door jarred me out of sleep. I groaned, dragging myself up to sit as Agatha’s sharp voice cut straight through the wood."Get up! Come out here right now, Iris!"My mind scrambled for a second before reality hit me. I wasn't at the orphanage anymore. I jumped out of bed, smoothed down my nightclothes, and yanked the door open. Agatha stood there, her face tight and annoyed."Maids get up by five AM in this house," she snapped, crossing her arms. "You need to set the alarm on your phone for it. I won't be coming down this hallway to wake you up every day. Everything in the main house has to be completely set and in place before the family wakes up. Breakfast is at seven AM unfailingly."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I don’t have a phone, Agatha."Agatha stopped. She stared at me, her eyebrows shooting up in pure shock. "You don't have a phone? Where on earth did you crawl out from?" She didn't even give me a second to answer. She turned on her

IRISI stood at the kitchen sink, putting the last of the breakfast dishes into the drying rack. Eli wasn't at the table this morning. He wasn't there for dinner last night either. In fact, it had been five whole days since that encounter in his study. Not that I was counting the days. Nobody talked about him. Why would they? The family knew exactly where he had gone, but a part of me wished they would at least mention his name when I was in the room.“Iris, stop it,” I scolded myself, scrubbing a plate harder than necessary. “Why do you keep thinking about that man? Don't go there. He is completely off-limits.”I forced the thought out of my head and focused on the reality of my life. I had been at the Hawthorne mansion for a full week now. Yesterday was Sunday. I had naively thought I would be able to slip away to church after my morning chores and get back before the afternoon duties started. But the workload yesterday was double what it was on Saturday. Savannah had a group of wea

IRISI carried a heavy silver tray out to the back lawn, my eyes moving over the giant pink foil balloons that spelled out ‘Happy Birthday Eliana’ on the stone wall. White tables covered the grass. Guests moved around, talking loudly over the music.Eliana stood near the center of the lawn, surrounded by a crowd of teenagers. She threw her head back, laughing at something a boy said. Her pink gown swept the grass, the fabric falling off her shoulders to show her chest. I watched her from a distance, my chest tightening.“Maybe one day,” I thought, my fingers gripping the edge of the tray. “Maybe one day I can do something like this for Joseph. Just to see him smile like that.”Madam Paisley walked out onto the patio, leaning heavily on a cane. She stayed for only a minute, coughing into a handkerchief, before a nurse guided her back inside the quiet house. The party had been moving since early morning. The family had surprised Eliana in her bed, then served a small breakfast in the si