Olivia
"That's the heiress; Beatrice, who is my granddaughter. And her husband; Andrew." My new employer; Nana, informed me, craning her head to my side. "It's in their house I will be needing your service, Olivia."
Dazed, I pinched myself to be sure that it wasn't a dream. My heart started to pound at an increasing rate. I felt my head spin. No, this wasn't happening. I fixed a burning gaze on Andrew, but it was abruptly sliced when Nana spoke again. "He used to be my chauffeur for the past two years, but he is a man of noble character." Nana paused as if to filter her words. "He becoming the heiress' husband was a matter of luck and fate, you know."
Unsure of a suitable response to give to Nana, I only nodded my head.
Andrew? The monster that tricked me with fake kindness has suddenly stumbled upon riches? I was feeling a swell of rage, but I feigned indifferent facial expression, except for when my eyes caught Andrew's questioning gaze that I shot him a cold stare. If it were any harder taking my revenge on Andrew, now that he had become a part of a powerful family, made it twice as hard.
"I hope you have all your things in the car boot already," Nana asked.
"Yes, I do." I answered curtly.
"Good. One of the family chauffeurs will drive you to the couple's house after the dinner."
Beatrice and Andrew walked from table to table, greeting the guests and acknowledging their presence. "You must be Olivia," Beatrice flashed a smile at me when they neared me. "Nana told me about you. I hope my husband and I enjoy your service in our home."
"I promise to put in my best, ma. It's a privilege to get the job." I responded, bowing my head a little.
Andrew's gaze was distracted for a while until he finally lifted his eyes to shoot me a fleeting gaze.
Soon after they were done greeting the guests, they left. I joined the chauffeur in the car and we drove after them. Seething anger took root of my nerves during our drive to the couple's house, so much that I ignored the chitchat of the chauffeur. The memory of how Adrew had tricked me flashed before my eyes, and yet I was going to serve in his home as a maid. Well, I have got two businesses in their home: to work and get paid, and to take my revenge on that living monster; Andrew.
We arrived at the couple's home and I quickly settled into the BQ that was allocated to me. I freshened up, set my alarm for 6:30 a.m and collapsed into the bed.
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The next morning I prepared myself up for my first day at work and rushed down to the main building. There, I rang the doorbell, held my breath and listened to any approaching sound of footsteps.
The door flung open and Beatrice beamed a warm smile at me.
"Good morning, ma." I said in the most official tone, squeezing the edge of my apron.
She inched backwards, allowing me the space to get inside. "Good morning, Olivia."
Andrew was in the dining area, sipping coffee. He was wearing a gray colored suit that blended with his milky looking skin. His calm looks belied his evil tendency. "You will find the cleaning essentials in the storeroom by the kitchen area." He pointed a finger, directing me.
"Alright, sir."
I got the vacuum cleaner and started with the living room.
"Babe, I will go get myself ready now." Beatrice turned to the staircase. "See you in less than 20 minutes."
As soon as Beatrice's footsteps faded out. I took hurried steps toward Andrew who was already looking alerted.
"I have some bucks saved up for incidentals, so it won't hurt helping a beautiful damsel like you in dire need," I said the exact words he had used in tricking me.
He scooted forward in the chair, his brows gathering in what seemed like a surprise. "Olivia, can we talk about this elsewhere?" He held his breath for a while and released it. "Here, this is my contact. Call me."
I grabbed the card from him and slid it inside the side pocket of my apron. I wanted to curse at him but I quickly retreated when I heard the sound of Beatrice's footsteps.
"Babe, shall we?" Beatrice's voice was honeyed.
Arm to arm, they strutted toward the doorstep. "Olivia," Beatrice called. "We are off to an official meeting. Please, tidy up our bedroom."
Andrew shot a fleeting glance at me and shut the door behind them. I pulled the card out of my pocket, rubbing my thumb on its smooth surface. What will Andrew have to say when I call him? Apologize and tell me to move on? I smirked in a seemingly sinister way. Andrew took my virginity when I was vulnerable, so I would stop at nothing to make him pay for it.
I slid the card back into my pocket and headed upstairs. Careful not to stain anything with the imaginary dirt on my hands, I wiped my hands on my apron before I pushed the door open. "Goodness! This is pure luxury." I blurted out at the sight of a heaven-like bedroom. Taking glances around the room gradually filled me with anger. How could Andrew have this type of life handed to him on a gold platter? Remorseless humans like him should be living in destitute and not in luxury. I spun around to face the dresser mirror, raking my right hand through my hair while my left hand rested on the golden dresser table. Driven by impulse, I pulled out the drawer and saw a gray envelope inside it, and without hesitation I dipped in my hand and slid out what seemed like a document.
MARRIAGE CONTRACT AGREEMENT BETWEEN BEATRICE CHASE AND ANDREW WALKER was written in a bold font on the cover page. I took a steadying breath before I started to skim through the document.
My hand trembled over my mouth when I saw the terms of the contract that presented Andrew the opportunity to jointly own and control everything Beatrice had in her name.
Andrew didn't just marry an heiress but has become an accidental billionaire, and I, his maid. My voice was pitch high. I continued to read the document, but now more desperately, and when I reached the terms that stated the breaches of the agreement, I settled into the chair and read in full concentration.
"AND, IF MR ANDREW WALKER EVER GETS INVOLVED IN EXTRAMARITAL AFFAIR WHILE HE IS STILL A PARTY IN THIS MARRIAGE CONTRACT THEN THE MARRIAGE BECOMES NULL AND VOID, AND MR ANDREW WILL REPAY EVERY DIME SPENT ON HIM IN THE COURSE OF THE MARRIAGE."
A hidden smile contorted my face as I dipped my hand inside my pocket to pull out my cell phone along with Andrew's card.