Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

Ashley Walter’s pov:

“You will NOT show your face to your husband. Agreed?” She asked me in a stern voice.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I muttered under my breath.

“I can’t hear you, girl. Louder!” Her voice turned harsher.

“YES, MA’AM,” I screamed.

“You are not allowed to sleep beside your husband in the bed. You will use the mattress in the corner of that bedroom. On the floor. Agreed?”

“YES, MA’AM!” I yelled again.

“He usually doesn’t spend his time in his room but once he will be back, you are not allowed to talk to him, not allowed to walk, eat or drink in that room. You are not allowed to use the bathroom. Agreed?”

Now that was too much. I lifted my veil to have a look at this old goat’s face who was getting me married to her grandson for ten million dollars. Where was I supposed to pee? On carpet?

“I can’t hear you, girl. Do you want money or not?” She screeched in my ear making them ring.

Urgh!

I did want that money. It could solve my problems. I could get Mother Superior treated for cancer.

“YES MA’AM!” I pressed my lips in a thin line and dropped back my veil. My vocal cords would suffer if she would keep asking me to shout like this.

“You will behave like you do not exist. You will think of yourself as a furniture piece… Just lying there. Now if you agree to my conditions, sign the papers.” She threw a pen on the table and slapped her hand on the document.

I tried to read my soon to be husband’s name but she was quick to hide it with her hand.

“Why are you reading it? Either sign it or get lost!” Damn. Can’t she talk in a normal tone? Why she keeps on screaming like this?

I signed the papers and voila!

I was married!

just turned eighteen when the orphanage management asked me to look for a job and leave the

limited education, I applied for a maid job. When I received the call, I was over the moon. The interview was taken

The first time Mrs. Electra De Luca met me, she ran a suspicious gaze from head to toe. I could not blame her. After traveling by bus for so

to my skin must be dripping

Or maybe female Dracula!

arrival, I was asked to marry her grandson whom

saw him and didn’t know

that he was

married to him for just one

to leave the place with millions in my

I was about to sign the papers, she held my hand with

certificate doesn’t give you any right to even bat an eye at my grandson. Don’t even think

to touch him and I will shoot you. You hear

She was a bitch! I thought her grandson was man enough to put forward these absurd conditions. Well! He seemed like a baby who was still attached

Ignore her face! Try to imagine ten million

Yes!

did bring a

Ma’am,” I

moment those words escaped my mouth

papers and we were out of there

was ordered to sit

grandmommy sat

was left alone on the doorstep near the entrance and she went

will show you the

other maid who had become my friend during that short time of one or two hours took

Oh, my God!

room was so

was inviting my tired body but then

Can you bring my bag? My all necessities are in it. Or can you ask someone to

friendly way she just nodded keeping her eyes