Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

8- I Needed to weep

Sarah’s pov

“Sarah. Don’t you think you are being emotional? Justin can never stay angry loves you and you know that.”

with

you. He

My friends Nadia and Shella were trying to console me. Justin did not receive my call after that. I knew he loved me and cared for me.

This was the first time he did not talk to me for almost three days.

“I agree with Nadia,” Shella spoke for the first time, “Give some time to him. It was just a silly bet. We tried to warn you that Olivia is just jealous of you. She was after Justin for quite some time.”

Shella who had a secret crush on Justin tried to scold me. Nadia did like Justin but at least she had a steady boyfriend. Shella was still single by choice.

We all were sitting in the luxury suite of our hotel.

“Don’t worry about Justin. Granny told me that maid is not much beautiful. I trust my fiancé.” My fingers were intertwined under my chin, “It’s just that… he is upset because of me.”

I did not know why I was getting this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Justin. Baby!

He was never much impressive about his feelings. He had been a serious guy from a young age since he lost his mom.

We had been close family friends until I started developing feelings for him. When I offered him to get engaged to me, he said yes. Because there was no one else in his life except a few meaningless flings.

After the engagement, I was over the moon. Justin was at last, mine. But my happiness was short–lived. After getting engaged to him how my close circle started treating me was another story. They were jealous because I got what they could not imagine having.

Justin De Luca.

Nadia and Shella kept glued to me in those hard times.

The hatred was genuine, but I never gave a damn. Our fathers had been business partners, and no power on earth could budge me from my decision to remain with Justin.

Granny was the one who wanted Justin to get married to someone else before marrying me. I never liked the idea and almost hated her for it.

At last, when I gave in to her idea, she tried to convince me that the girl she chose was not beautiful. She was a poor girl who was there as a maid. Justin rarely talked to girls. He never communicated with any maid except Helga.

Then why I was feeling so insecure?

Why was I getting these strange feelings in the pit of my stomach?

I jumped a little when my phone started ringing.

Justin?

I hurriedly picked up my phone and saw Helga’s name blinking on the screen. Now why she was calling me?

“Helga?” I spoke and nodded at my friends before stepping on the balcony. I wanted privacy.

“Ms. Sarah? I am sorry that I am disturbing you.”

Justin?” Helga might be his maid, but she had been like an elderly for both of us.

shame in admitting that she seemed to love me more than Justin. And why not? I used to slip extra cash in her hands quietly when no one was watching.

Everything!

good,

that maid? Is she beautiful? Cunning?” The question

thought I

am right here.” She paused for a few minutes, “Ms. Sarah. She is pretty. But

my shoulders nonchalantly. I had been hearing it

“But Ms. Sarah…”

I was getting irritated by these silly pauses. Why Helga was being a drama queen?

not be as pretty. But she sure is

like anything, “What do you mean, Helga?”

we wanted to go through her stuff… Just you know … for security

breach of privacy!” If Justin would hear that he might kill her, “It’s her right to get her suitcases back. Oh my God!” It had been quite some time since her wedding. And they did not return her suitcases

Why?

This was dangerous. All these tricks could awaken empathy in

are some documents

hissed through my clenched teeth,

hear her response, I disconnected the call and

in a heated argument about some ramp model on the huge LED hanging on the wall. Shella thought he looked like Justin. Nadia was saying his six pack abs were like my fiancé’s.

one whose mind was occupied by him.

I clapped, “Get your ass moving. We are

“Why?”

“What?”

“Where?”

stood up in shock shooting questions at me, “Our one–week trip is still left,

to get back home. Justin needs us. I need to see if that girl should be there in his life or

the

serious,

dining table. Of course, granny would never allow that. But before she walks to that dining area. I need to go and take matters into my hands. Now you tell me.” I extended my hand spreading my palm

rolled her eyes, “Anything for you, mate.” She slapped her palm on

Sarah.” Shella joined our hands, “We

My friends were with me in this. I wanted my

the damage was

***

Ashley’s pov:

incident. Helga only managed to bring one of my bags. For

room daily only for five minutes to know

times meals. Luckily my husband was not visiting me anymore. He was not even sleeping in

try to intimidate me when she brought me dinner last night, but I did not get scared. Well! I did choose

year and I did not want to shake the household. Once I will leave the place with millions in my

to offer Justin to work for me. If we would click,

team.

was I going to spend one year when it was getting harder to

of the absence of my

was keeping

on my lips, I went inside until I

got

for my pads.

to do now?